When he came down from downstairs, Lu Jing still couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

The elevator was opened by firefighters, and the two people inside were lifted out on stretchers.

His body was covered with a clean white cloth, but the blood stained the white cloth red.

Jo Beibei didn't dare to step forward, but he could also think of what was happening.

She sat down slowly on the ground, looked in the direction of the stretcher's departure, and cried.

Lu Jing was stunned for a few seconds, and followed in despair.

Wen Jiu also hurriedly followed him closely.

Lu Jing walked quickly to the stretcher, and he stretched out his hand, wanting to lift the white cloth.

Just as he was about to touch it, a hand fell from it, lying on his stomach, and it was estimated that all the bones were broken.

Lu Jing recognized that this was Lu Xinghe's hand.

He looked at the hand in distraction, and suddenly remembered the day he had just left Beicheng with his parents when he was a child.

In the evening, they landed at a small, shabby airport.

The sun was about to set in the red sky, and my mother turned her face to the setting sun, as if she was covered with a layer of golden veil, and she happily called the father and son to take a photo together.

The family stood at the airport to take pictures, just as a passenger plane took off behind them, and the rotating propellers brought up a strong wind, rolling up the dust on the ground, making Lu Jing's eyes narrow.

Dad happily said that he wanted to give the mother and son the best life.

Mom smiled without saying a word, and raised her arm to block the dust for Lu Jing.

Thinking of the feeling of being full of hope at that time, Lu Jing now only felt a feeling of depression in his heart.

Their family used to be fine, why is this the case now?

The stretcher was sent into the car by the firefighters, and Lu Jing had to stop.

He clutched his chest, his eyes unblinking, as he watched the ambulance drift away.

Until the ambulance was out of sight, he couldn't stand anymore and fell to his knees, gasping for air, but still felt like he couldn't breathe.

Wen Jiu squatted down and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Her voice was also like a clump of things, and she wanted to comfort something, but she couldn't say anything.

……

An hour later, the hospital gave a firm result, and Xiang Zichuan and Lu Xinghe both died after rescue efforts failed.

Lu Jing accompanied Lu Xinghe in the morgue, did not cry, did not even move his eyes, and looked at Lu Xinghe silently.

Wen Jiu called him softly, but he didn't react.

She had no choice but to go out of the morgue, sit at the door, and after a while, she took the initiative to call Lu Zhaoxiong.

The phone was connected, and Lu Zhaoxiong's loving voice came from the other end: "Xiao Wen, what is the matter with grandpa?" ”

Wen Jiu took a deep breath and said slowly, "Grandpa, how are you doing lately?" ”

Lu Zhaoxiong smiled: "It's tough, I've been discharged from the hospital for several days, and I'm recuperating at home now." ”

Wen Jiu was a little relieved, organized his language, and choked up and said, "Grandpa, can you come back?" Something big happened. ”

She had tried to stay as calm as she could, but her voice was still shaking uncontrollably.

Lu Zhaoxiong heard the panic in Wen Jiu's words, and then became nervous: "What's wrong?" What happened? You tell Grandpa honestly, Grandpa can accept anything, but let me know the truth. ”

"Uncle Lu, Uncle Lu had an accident, and he has passed away...... Wen Jiu said at the end, his voice couldn't help but cry.

She looked at Lu Jing's uncomfortable appearance now, and her heart hurt so much.

She regretted it so much, regretted why she was so stubborn.

She should have helped persuade the father and son and help them ease their relationship, then maybe there would not be such a result today, and Lu Jing would not be so uncomfortable......

Lu Zhaoxiong on the other end of the phone had been silent, and Wen Jiu couldn't imagine what his expression would be.

She looked at the little red dot on the device that was slowly flickering, and knew that there was still someone over there.

After a long, long time, Lu Zhaoxiong spoke again, his voice hoarse: "I'll go back to China immediately." ”

……

In the early morning of the next day, Lu Zhaoxiong returned to China.

He went to see Lu Xinghe for the last time, and then together with Lu Jing, he personally sent Lu Xinghe into the coffin.

Lu Jing sat here for a day, and his body was a little stiff.

He stood up, looked at the person in the coffin quietly, and said in a very soft voice: "If I could have listened to him say a few more words, if I could have not rushed into that elevator, he would not have died......"

That's the first thing he's said since it happened.

Lu Zhaoxiong closed his eyes, but he still couldn't hold back his tears.

He gently patted Lu Jing's shoulder: "I'm to blame." I'm too strict with Xinghe......"

On the way back to China, he kept thinking about it.

Lu Xinghe's temperament of great joy was not also caused by him?

He had long known that Lu Xing and talent were not good, so he shouldn't have been so harsh on him every time.

He shouldn't expect him to be as successful as he is, and he shouldn't be unsparing every time he makes a mistake.

In fact, as a child, peace is enough.

When he went out of the morgue, Lu Jing saw Wen Jiu squatting in the corner, holding his legs, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

He walked over and gently placed his hand on Wen Jiu's shoulder.

Wen Jiu raised his face, his eyes were red and swollen, and he spoke in a dumb voice, his expression full of apology: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

Lu Jing couldn't say anything in his heart.

I can't figure out why Lu Xinghe died, everyone blames themselves.

He held Wen Jiu's hand: "What are you sorry for, it has nothing to do with you, you get up first." ”

Wen Jiu also wanted to stand up, but after squatting for too long, his legs were numb so much that he couldn't get up anymore when he was halfway through.

Lu Jing simply picked her up, put her on the bench next to her, held her face, and gently wiped her tears with his fingertips.

Wen Jiu choked up and said: "Ah Jing, on the day we both received the certificate, your father came to me and gave me a check for 300,000 yuan as our wedding gift, but I refused, I'm sorry...... I should have said a good word for him, I should have helped you ease the relationship, I shouldn't have been so hard-tempered......"

Lu Jing was obviously stunned for a moment, the corners of his lips tightened, and he was silent for a long time.

Wen Jiu felt very uncomfortable in his heart, not only guilty, but also afraid.

She was too tough at the time, she felt that Lu Xinghe had made such a big mistake and deserved not to be forgiven for the rest of her life.

But she ignored that he and Lu Jing were father and son in the end.

She looked at Lu Jing's uncomfortable appearance now, and she was afraid that he would stay away from her because of this incident.

Lu Jing thought for a long, long time, and then still took Wen Jiu into his arms without hesitation.

"I don't blame you. If he were still alive, I would make the same decision as you. Now I feel sad because he is my father after all, but that doesn't mean I can forgive him for my mother's family. ”

He was comforting Wen Jiu, and he was also untying his heart knots.

He is his biological father, and he has the grace of fertility and nurturing him.

He is also the culprit who caused his mother to miss the opportunity for treatment, and he cannot forgive him.

But now, it's all gone.

The grievances of this world disappear in this world.

I hope that in the next life, I will not be a father and son again.

Be a stranger who passes by, and if you have no expectations for each other, you won't be disappointed in each other.

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