Chapter 97: Funerals and Weddings 7

Before the Jiang family's car started, Jiang and his party hadn't gotten up.

He lagged behind, almost turning back one step at a time.

Until Qiao Mai's figure was almost blurred, he was reluctant to get into the car, and he vaguely understood in his heart that he and Mai might never be able to go back to the past.

Huang Huiwen was impatient and kept urging her son, but as soon as she came into contact with her husband's majestic gaze, she immediately closed her mouth, but she was unwilling: "What are you doing with this child?"

"You don't interfere in children's affairs. ”

Huang Huiwen finally couldn't help it: "Lao Jiang, it's not that I'm troublesome, but what's the situation now? We can help Mai, and it's okay to give her a lot of money to settle her, but I can't accept anything else......

"Nobody wants you to accept it!"

"Lao Jiang, I said ugly things in front, I can't afford to lose this person...... After all, she is already like Yi Xiangxi...... Besides, we don't need to provoke Yi Xiangxi, who knows what he will do in the future? This madman, I'm afraid he will be detrimental to his ......."

"Shut up!"

Huang Huiwen was reprimanded loudly by her husband, very unwilling, and was about to say something, when she saw that her son had already walked towards the car door, she immediately shut up and said loudly: "One line, get in the car quickly." ”

............

In a cemetery in Nuoda, only Qiao Mai is left.

Qiao Mai sat alone by his father's mausoleum, hugging his knees.

The world is so big, there is no longer anything to rely on.

His father died tragically, he was humiliated, his marriage was broken, and his life was dark...... However, she had no weapon of revenge.

No.

Money is not as good as people, and power is not as good as people.

Taoguang is obscure, I don't know when.

People say that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but she knows that she does not have that decade - mediocrity, even if there are ten more decades, he may not be able to get justice for everything.

Otherwise, how could there be so many injustices in the world?

Otherwise, how can the system of oppression of the majority by the minority last forever?

Qiao Mai knew that even if it was another 10,000 years, he would not have the ability to resist -- he could summon a few carts of loaded guns and men to strafe the air at any time -- this was the sorrow of the small people. She has no choice but to deal with her enemies.

On this day, the weather was fine and the sun was shining. When a gust of wind came, she felt bitterly cold, and she couldn't help but hug herself tightly with both hands, as if she was in the ice of ten thousand years.

Her head was buried in her knees, in a trance, but she saw peach blossoms in March, and cherries full of trees. The father walked around under the tree holding his hand, cutting branches, eating cherries, riding horses, and telling stories...... Ever since she was a child, her father never touched a finger of her, and he didn't even say half a word.

For her sake, he no longer married.

For her, he spent his life alone.

For her sake, he would rather choose to die alone.

She is the jewel of his palm.

But now, the person who loves him the most in the world has left.

Shh

And before that, she had already paid a qiē price.

Youth, **, marriage, reputation, dignity, future, past......

Treat yourself like a dog.

Destroy yourself to the point where you lose all your personality......

This qiē, still can't get anything back.

Father, he will never come back.

She would never, ever see him again.

In her life, there is no longer a trace of hope.

She buried her head tightly in her knees, her eyes swollen into a slit, and the tears that she thought had dried up flowed silently again......