"Oh?"

Di Ying raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and asked, "Who is the surname of the businessman?" How old is it? What is the appearance? Can there be characteristics? When did you meet? How deep is the friendship that can keep you drinking until midnight? ”

Gong Wei, who was in his twenties, was a little flustered by this series of questions and questions.

Zhi Wu replied: "Xiaomin doesn't know, I don't know his name, but because he came to my shop to order ten scissors, so he talked a little more."

found out that he had fallen in love, and he invited Xiaomin to drink together, and Xiaomin and Xiaomin went.

He's—he's about thirty, no, he's about forty years old, and he doesn't have any of the characteristics of an adult. He paid the money very quickly, just ordered, and paid the full payment.

He also invited Xiaomin to drink, but Xiaomin didn't want to lose such a good customer, so he went. ”

"Where did you go to drink? Who's still running that late? Di Ying approached him and asked.

Gong Wei leaned back his upper body, and his kneeling legs also rubbed against him. However, he was escorted, and he couldn't get a safe distance.

He had to reply quickly: "It's in the east of the city, and he said that it was the courtyard he rented." In the seventh household of the second lane. ”

Di Ying heard it and glanced at Peng Liang.

Peng Liang dodged and disappeared.

Di Ying took a step back, distanced herself from Gong Wei, and then asked Gong Wei a strange question: "How is the relationship between your parents?" ”

Gong Wei listened to the question and replied in confusion: "Very good." ”

Di Ying asked again: "What kind of state did your mother often be in when she was sick for more than a year?" How did your father do it? ”

Such a question pulled Gong Wei into his memories.

It is a loose and tight, tight and loose question, and suddenly hearing a more relaxed question, people's emotions will instinctively look for the truth.

Gong Wei is like that.

At this time, he unconsciously relaxed a little, looked at the ground on the right, and replied, "My father is a rough man, and he can only strike iron all his life. My mother was the daughter of a down-and-out scholarly family, with a soft and beautiful appearance, and she was very knowledgeable.

My father was very fond of her, and almost all of her requests would be met. Spoiled her in her thirties, she is still as immature and innocent as a young girl.

But she was sick.

It was only after she fell ill that my father heard from the doctor that my mother had a family illness that had been in her family since her ancestors.

This condition is extremely difficult to cure, and the only way to prolong life is to use medication and exercise.

My father panicked, and took my mother everywhere to seek medical advice.

My mother burst into tears all day. Her character, which originally liked to be sad and sad, was brought to the extreme after her illness.

Whenever my father spoke to her in the slightest wrong tone or wording, she would be so sad that she would not drink tea or food.

will be angry.

In the past, as long as she pouted, my father would accompany her and coax her carefully for a long time, until her heart was full of joy.

But half a year after she was sick, because the family's savings were about to run out, because we had to earn money for my mother's treatment, my father and we were desperately trying to take more orders and work more.

I was so tired all day that I really didn't have the strength to speak.

Under such great pressure, it is natural that she rarely pays attention to her mother's small emotions, and her mother gets angry more and more.

Sometimes she sees a bird flying and laughs. I asked my father to laugh together.

The father couldn't laugh, and inevitably the tone of his voice was a little rushed, and the mother was sad again.

The father, who was tired and half dead, didn't bother to coax him. He only wanted to earn money and how to save his mother's life.

My father thinks the same thing as we do: he thinks that as long as he can save his mother's life, he will be behind when he coaxes her.

But my mother didn't understand.

I used to give my mother a taste of anything delicious.

But now I can't take care of it. Every time you eat, it's like a grab. When you are hungry, you can eat whatever you want, and you will not distinguish between good and bad.

The mother was also angry about it.

Saying that we dislike her, saying that she is sick, we feel that she is a burden and a drag. She was always thinking about running away from home.

Sometimes she gets angry and dares to say anything, she dares to say anything.

She still said to us with tears in her eyes: Get rid of her? Send her to the Salesian Division, right? She's dragging us down, she's dragging down this family, let her die by herself. It's just that she can't bear us or something.

My children are devastated by my mother's state.

But my father always comforted us and said, "Mother is a sick person, we must be considerate and tolerant." If you don't hear it, don't worry about it.

But that's hurtful.

I often see my tired father, sitting on the side of the street in a daze. There are also in the middle of the night, I saw him secretly wiping tears.

However, just because he no longer faced my mother when he slept, for fear that she would see his tears, my mother was also angry and sad.

Saying that she was sick, my father had a bad attitude towards her, was disgusting her, and so on.

Gradually, as the days went by, the patience of my father and my family was about to wear out.

No one had the heart to coax her fragile, delicate little heart anymore.

We just wanted to cure her, thinking that as long as she wasn't sick, she would be fine. The family will go back to the happy old days.

After all: coax her for a while, but not for a lifetime.

Illness is the root cause, and only by eliminating the root cause will there be no need to dig out your mind and spend time coaxing her.

But people are not as good as heaven.

She gradually went from being sad and angry to being irritable and irritable, and she was about to seek death at every turn.

My child is only nine years old, and he is a small child, and he learns how to dress and entertain his relatives all day long. I was bullied outside, and I didn't dare to tell her when I came back.

Don't dare to tell us, for fear of causing us trouble.

Later, I found out that my mother was also looking for death and life all day long, so I asked my children to guard my mother every day.

But there are always times when children are negligent, and there are times when my mother scolds me so much that I can't stand it and runs out crying.

If one can't stand it, my mother will sneak out quietly.

Until mid-June of this year, on that day, my mother slipped out again. That time, she slipped farther away.

When I found and looked for her, I saw her standing on the bridge of the river, looking into the water.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly shouted at her desperately.

But she ......"

Gong Wei suddenly stopped, twisted his head, and stopped talking.

Everyone who heard him knew in their hearts that what he had left unfinished was that he had watched his mother jump into the river.

Everyone sighed at this for a moment.

Some women and women could hear that tears fell out of their eyes, and their handkerchiefs wiped the corners of their eyes.

People who were happy to see Gong Chunjiang beaten before, their mood changed again.

The eyes of everyone looking at Master Di also changed.

Some people couldn't help but mutter: "What Lord Di, just beat people, arrest people, and try people ...... if you charge someone for a crime."

"yes, that's the difference between that and those bad officials. Gong Chunjiang is already pitiful enough, look at how badly he was beaten now. Someone else said.

Someone else also said: "Actually, it's not to blame Gong Chunjiang and the Xi family for stealing business, right?" He also wanted to cure his wife's illness. He's too stressed. ”

"That's it, let's take care of the Gong family's business more in the future, right?"

"Well, what else to say later? Gong Wei is in big trouble this time, Master Di obviously wants to deduct the crime of killing Xi Shan on his head, right? Gong family, what can I do in the future? ”

"Oh, you say, is this Lord Di fake? If Master Di was really so bad, his reputation wouldn't have spread so well, and it would have spread to our Wenzhou, right? ”

"Cut, you're naïve. What's good or bad, isn't it all those officials who have the final say? They want to deliberately spread a good reputation among the people, what can we know about the truth or falsehood? ”

"Oh yes, that's true. Isn't there an old saying that says it's better to be famous than to meet. Doesn't that mean that what you hear is never as good as what you see? It can be seen how much rumors can be faked. ”