As deep as you are as hell

Why didn't mother go back to the bungalow?
Chu Ting explained that she was frightened when she crossed the road just now, and kept muttering to find her child.When she was too nervous and excited, her high blood pressure relapsed. Fortunately, Cheng Xunsheng arrived in time and took her mother to the hotel to adjust and rest.

An hour ago, my mother's emotions had just stabilized and she fell asleep peacefully.

I stood opposite Chu Ting, my eyes fell on the toe of my white shoes, I was silent, I didn't know what I was thinking.

Chu Ting seems to be afraid of my embarrassment, and chooses his words carefully: "Of course it's too late tonight, you should have a good rest... When you want to see me, just let me know. If you don't want to meet me, that's okay. "

He forced a knowing smile.

I noticed his wording. Chu Ting just used "notify" instead of "tell". I have known him for so long, but have I ever seen him lower his self-esteem to such a degree?
In my impression, he rarely has such gentle and patient moments with people.

"Just take advantage of this time." I spoke so fast that my words became vague.

Not surprisingly, I saw a flash of confusion on Chu Ting's face, so I added indifferently: "I will not wait until the expiration date."

There is no way I can retreat, I can only raise my hands and surrender all the way.

At four o'clock in the morning, there is actually a milk tea shop still open in the alley.The pavement is a bit old, but the interior decoration is warm enough.And it is an old couple who run this milk tea shop.

The old lady was wearing presbyopic glasses, lying leisurely on the rattan chair, flipping through the newspaper in her hand.

She still has the temperament of being a well-educated, old-fashioned celebrity, and she can vaguely see her beautiful appearance when she was young.

The old man on crutches was wearing a black vest, and the vertical buttons on the inner lining were fastened to the top button meticulously.

Before we entered the store, the two seemed to be still arguing, the old lady gave my wife a hard look, and urged him to come and entertain Chu Ting and me.

The old man tugged at the bow tie on his clothes, complained a few words in dissatisfaction, and then showed a kind smile and asked if we wanted to order.

"Is there no coffee?" Chu Ting glanced at the order board, frowning slightly.

I subconsciously tugged at his sleeves and came to the milk tea shop to order coffee. Didn't I just come here to find fault?

But when the cotton and linen material felt the real touch, not only Chu Ting was stunned, but I was also stunned.

I quickly withdrew my hand, and my eyes moved unconsciously to the other side.

The old man smiled and relieved himself, his temper was surprisingly good, and he even said that he would like to try making coffee in the future, after all, his little granddaughter loves to drink it all the time.

The old lady interjected at the right time: "How long have you been talking about learning how to make coffee? When did you actually practice it?"

There was a strange feeling in my heart.

In the memory, my grandparents walked through those years together like this, bumping and bickering all day long, but they accidentally turned gray.

very nice.

Going with the flow is the best choice.

I randomly ordered a cup of milk tea, and chose a seat by the window to sit down, while Chu Ting sat across from me, looking a little cramped and uneasy.

I thought a lot about the day we had a frank showdown, but I never imagined that it would be on such an ordinary night, in such an ordinary small shop.

And what kind of reply do I want to give Chu Ting?
But I suddenly found that I couldn't figure out my own thoughts very early on.

Chu Ting spoke first to break the deadlock, but what he asked was whether I was cold, trying to fill the awkward silence and invisible gap between us with his care.

"Let's get straight to the point. Don't you feel awkward after wearing a mask for so long?" I personally feel that there is nothing that needs to be opened up between us, and it is even the best choice not to communicate with each other forever.

At this time, the milk tea was just delivered, and holding it in the palm of my hand conveyed a slight warmth.

"I identified you from this." Chu Ting took out from his pocket the jewelry box on the car that seemed familiar to me, and what was inside was the blue diamond necklace that I had dropped out at the beginning.

"I designed the artwork and polished necklace by myself, how can I not recognize it? The professional appraiser also told me that this necklace has been worn by people for at least three years, and there are traces of seawater corrosion on it... Later, I went to that jewelry store again, and asked the owner to borrow the original surveillance to take a look, and found out that the person who dropped the necklace was you."

He doesn't believe that there are so many chances and coincidences in the world, and the person he happens to save in Somalia will have Chen Jiao's "relic" on him.

Chu Ting remembered that when we first met, my attitude and reaction were really subtle. Following these clues one by one, his thoughts were confirmed more and more.

The corners of his lips curled into a forced arc, Chu Ting crossed his fingers, and quickly returned to his normal expression: "Actually... when I rushed to Guianhai, I happened to see you fall into the sea."

At that moment, palpitations and panic completely invaded all his senses and perceptions.

Almost without even thinking about it, Chu Ting jumped off the boat immediately - in his memory, I was not familiar with water.

"Don't you remember what happened in the sea that day?" For some reason, Chu Ting's smile became more and more bitter, and the sad color gradually occupied and assimilated the emotions in his eyes.

There was a faint pain in my heart... I remember it!
It turned out that it was really not my illusion!
When I fell into the deep sea that day, I thought it was time to draw the end of my life at that moment.

When my figure fluttered like a butterfly and sank, someone hugged my waist from the side, desperately trying to take me upstream.

Through the blue and deep water, I can see the warm and hot sun, but I can't see the figure that is close at hand.

He breathes for me in the water, with all his heart and eyes, there is only room for me alone.

Later, when I woke up in London, Ah Yan told me that these incomplete memory fragments were all scenes I imagined, and I never fell into the deep sea.

Chu Ting talked to himself, as if his story never needed an audience: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, it's just a trivial matter. But after that day, everyone told me that you jumped into the sea to commit suicide Yes, the bones are unknown." He said the last few words in a coherent manner, with difficulty in his voice.

After he took me back to the coast, he passed out himself.When he woke up, the first thing he said was to ask about my whereabouts, but Ji Jiarui, who was standing aside, changed his expression again and again.

In the next few days, Chu Ting frantically ran to that sea area, but all came back full of disappointment.

He has been looking for me for four years like this, and he also found an opportunity to retaliate against Ji's Group. After all, he saw clearly that day that the person who pushed me off the deck was Ji Jiarui.

"Three years have passed by in a flash, and I no longer have any expectations in my heart to find you... I even think this is the best punishment God gave me. I regret that I will be betrayed all my life, and I deserve this in my life."

In Chu Ting's most understated tone, there was hidden the most thrilling waves.

But...we finally met in London and Somalia.

I planned revenge, and he carefully collected joy to soothe the cracks in his heart.

"Have you finished?" In the gap between Chu Ting's speech, I raised a pair of calm eyes and looked at him.

Until now, I still find that I am not used to drinking milk tea. The sweetness of saccharin and pigment always makes people feel too greasy.

Chu Ting's voice was soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone: "For so many years, I have also been investigating the truth... But, Chen Jiao, can you choose to believe me once, your father's death really has nothing to do with me ?”

When Chen Zemin died, he was still a child under seven years old.

And even if he was there and witnessed the accident... But am I being too harsh on him?

For a child who can't even tell right from wrong, how can he overcome his fear and pour out all the facts he has seen in the face of so many police inquiries without evidence?

Everyone has the right to keep secrets. Why did Chu Ting choose not to tell what he witnessed back then, but I was reprimanded for several years?

"But Chu Manyin is Chu Linqing, right?" Can the Chu family really get rid of my father's death?
I do not believe.

Chu Ting wanted to refute, but he hesitated to speak.Between his brows revealed deep fatigue, and his eyes were covered with a layer of tiredness.

"If I said it was Chu Luojing, would you believe it?" Chu Ting felt exhausted by that fragile trust, which was even better than nothing.

"And Chu Luojing was just the supporter of my grandfather's comrade-in-arms. Apart from changing his surname, he really has nothing to do with the Chu family. Do you believe it?" He lowered his eyes lightly, as if he was really tired.

Family struggles should not implicate innocent people.

But Chu Ting couldn't figure it out, how should he apologize and be responsible for what he didn't do?
Therefore, Chu Ting would also think, does God sometimes treat him too unfairly?

Isn't there enough burden on him?

When Chu Ting raised his head to look at me, his eyes suddenly froze for a moment, and the smile he squeezed out was a forced arc no matter what—he had babbled so much for a long time just now, but it turned out that I wasn't listening?

My eyes fell on the pitch-black night outside the window and the Kongming lanterns rising suddenly in mid-air, and the movements of my hands never stopped, and I kept stirring the pearls and taro balls in the cup with a straw.

With such an absent-minded appearance, how can Chu Ting convince himself that I was really paying attention to what he had to say just now?
Therefore, Chu Ting tactfully kept silent about those concerns and longings that were almost on the verge of coming out.

We both fell into the familiar, awkward silence again.

Time ticked by, and about 3 minutes later, I came back to my senses "like waking up from a dream", and asked Chu Ting again: "Are you finished?"

Only this time, there was no restraint in the impatience in my tone.

I yawned, and my voice became lazy: "If you finish speaking, don't I need to continue to accompany you? Just now when you were talking, I didn't choose to leave in the middle, it was just because of my etiquette My education and upbringing don't allow me to do this. But it suddenly occurred to me just now, why do I need to respect you?"

What is my relationship with Chu Ting?Does he deserve my courtesy?