no ambiguity

If the words are right and wrong, and when you talk about something that shouldn't be said, Uncle Yang will get it wrong at the beginning, and accidentally say it.

The porcelain cup was shattered, the tea splashed all over the floor, and some of it fell on the instep, but it was still warm.One word stirred up a thousand waves, paleness climbed up Qing He's face, her whole body froze, unable to recover for a long time.

Uncle Yang stopped speaking when he heard the sound, immediately put down the things in his hands, and wanted to come over to clean up the residue and tea on the ground.He didn't notice Qinghe's abnormality yet, he just thought it was because he didn't hold the teacup firmly, and stopped Qinghe from breaking the tiles, and said kindly: "Don't touch it, don't touch it, I'll clean it up, be careful not to get scratched."

After speaking, go out to get the broom and mop.

Qinghe turned a deaf ear to it, her vision became a little blurred, she squatted down unwillingly, trying to pick up the broken porcelain pieces.

The edge of the tile was sharp, and a small hole was drawn suddenly, and blood beads shot out, melting into the water stains.

The sky in the afternoon is changeable, first clear, then gloomy, with dark clouds occupying the sky, azure blue turning gray, oppressive and dull.

Autumn in Nancheng is always cloudy, but it doesn't rain very much, and such extreme weather is rare.If it continues to be so cloudy, there will probably be a heavy rain.

When Uncle Yang came back with the cleaning tools, there was no one in the house, only a mess on the ground.

In the room on the second floor, Qinghe stayed inside and closed the door as soon as he entered.

She entered the bathroom, as if indifferent, she turned on the faucet, flushed her hands under the running water, turned it off again, and took a paper towel to wipe the water.The cut hand was still bleeding, and the thin bright red was running down the white and thin fingers, which was a bit dazzling.

Although the wound was small, the pain was still not light, but she didn't seem to feel it, not only didn't care about it, but also wiped the wound with a tissue casually without caring.

The sense of reality of the world is gradually withdrawn, undercurrents hidden under the calm strike, and those unclear secrets begin to emerge little by little.

It was the first time in my impression that we met at the villa, and Wen Ning appeared more and more in the wine bureau after that, the rental house, and then Jiang Ting... Their relationship developed rapidly, with too much impurity mixed in, she thought It's just the tacit understanding and distance between adults, but at first glance, some details cannot withstand scrutiny.

The other party never asked about many things, such as her past, family, or experience, even she borrowed so much money, tens of thousands, 20, Wen Ning never asked what it was used for - this person has already cleared up Chu, who knows who Xie Anran is, and even more who she is.

Qi Rui'an said that Wen Ning took him to two shows when Xichao was on tour in six cities in Europe, from Amsterdam in the Netherlands to Leeds in the UK.Wen Ning doesn't like to listen to rock and roll, Qinghe never thought why this person traveled to two countries with the band, it's all a coincidence.

And before going to the cemetery...

The phone rang once, it was from brother Yu, it should be that the company has a job, but Qinghe didn't answer.

The villa was so quiet that it was as quiet as the sky outside.

Wen Ning came back after eight o'clock in the evening. He just got off the negotiating table, but the company didn't return, so he asked the driver to drive straight to Jiangting.

Light rain began to fall from the sky, and the strands were connected into lines, falling finely.The downstairs of the villa was lit, and the upstairs was dark. The maid aunt had already prepared all the meals, and there were a pile of dishes on the table.

This scene is the same as usual, the kitchen is still busy, and Uncle Yang is sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper.

Not seeing Qinghe, Wen Ning looked around.

Uncle Yang said: "The person upstairs seems to be sleeping."

Wen Ning brushed the rain off his shoulders, took off his coat and hung it aside, and glanced at the stairs.Originally, she would go home very late today, the company's work has not been finished, and there are a lot of things to be busy, but Qinghe sent her a message in the afternoon, saying that she would come back to take a look, so she asked the secretary to postpone the original plan, and left after talking with Qi Rui'an and the others.

"I'll go up and take a look first." She told Uncle Yang, remembering that before entering the door, she found that the lights upstairs were not turned on, and she was worried that Qinghe might be unwell.

Uncle Yang nodded, still reading the newspaper.

Wen Ning walked upstairs slowly, and walked to the door of the room after a while.

The door of the room was not closed, it was wide open, and it didn't look like she was sleeping. She froze for a moment, feeling a bad premonition.

In the room, Qinghe sat by the bed, holding the phone in one hand and hanging down the other.She was typing with her head down, and she was sending a message to someone. She heard the sound and knew that someone had arrived at the door, but she didn't even raise her head, as if she didn't notice it at all.

Wen Ning entered the door and raised his hand to turn on the light.

But Qing He spoke out at this moment, her voice slightly hoarse.

"Don't open."

The opponent froze and stopped moving.

The light in the corridor is bright, but separated by a wall, the light cannot reach the side of the bed, let alone the expression on Qing He's face.Wen Ning couldn't see her face clearly, and couldn't touch her mind.

The atmosphere is too heavy, and the rain is about to come.

Wen Ning seemed to understand something from the light leaking in from outside the door, and stood at the door without going forward.

Qing He trembled her eyelashes, and after sending the message, she put down the phone unhurriedly, locked the screen, looked back at this person, and asked directly: "How long have you been hiding it?"

Don't go around the bush, just clarify the matter in one sentence.

Uncle Yang didn't finish his sentence, Qinghe couldn't figure out the cause and effect all at once, but he could still feel something was wrong.Looking at Uncle Yang in the afternoon, it is obvious that both Wen Ning and Xie Anran were closely related to the car accident that year, and Wen Ning was more than just aware of it.

Wen Ning turned his back to the light, making his face unclear.

The man didn't answer right away. After a while, he walked closer and said, "Qinghe, let's talk."

Qinghe looked indifferent, as if she was a little tired, she didn't even have the energy to question loudly or argue, on the contrary, she acted calmly, which was not in line with her usual temperament.She didn't seem to care much about how Wen Ning answered herself. It didn't matter whether she answered or not. After hearing this, she asked, "What is your relationship with Xu Anqi?"

Wen Ning stood in front of her, lowered his eyes condescendingly, still did not answer these unimportant words, and first explained truthfully: "I originally wanted to wait until the album was finished recording to tell you, but I never found a chance before."

Qinghe raised her eyes, she didn't want to hear these words, she didn't care at all, she looked straight at Shang Wenning, and coldly interrupted the other's words, "You knew me six years ago."

Wen Ning failed to defend himself, words were powerless after all.

"So you knew who I was from the very beginning, but you never made it clear," Qinghe continued, her lips moved, her throat moved, as if her breath was being choked by an invisible force, "all of you know , only I was kept in the dark, Xie Anran changed his name and surname, as if nothing happened, you all acted as if nothing had happened, and kept it from me. Why, are you afraid that I will retaliate against her? Still think my mother hurt her, So I'm a sinner too?"

The person in front of him was still silent.

Qinghe's eyes were a little wet, and she couldn't see her surroundings clearly.

Qing Zijun is gone, and all that is left to her is the cold negotiation. She didn't even see Xu Anqi's face. It was only when the traffic police informed her to deal with the follow-up matters, and the lawyer brought the so-called agreement to settle, that she probably understood the whole process. , Knowing that it was Qing Zijun who ran the red light first, but Xu Anqi didn't know how badly she was hurt and what happened afterwards.

The Xu family was rich and powerful, so they first informed them that they would go to court, then a lawyer came forward, and finally they showed some kindness and gave them some money.But from the beginning to the end, no one from the Xu family came to take a look and ask about the situation of the Qing family. These people always maintained a superior attitude and treated them like lowly and lowly people.And she and Meng Zhi, even though they knew that their own mother was the main fault party, they didn't even have room for condolence or discussion, let alone a less ugly word.

After so many years, Qinghe still has a brooding heart, and he still can't let it go.She doesn't blame anyone, and she has no right to blame others. She has been living with the guilt and regret left by Qing Zijun, and those pasts have become a hurdle that cannot be overcome.

Justice, giri, are sometimes contradictory.

She is an ordinary person, so she is inevitably influenced by her feelings. She can accept the final result of the negotiation, and she can sincerely apologize to Xu Anqi and compensate her, but she can't accept Qing Zijun's death and the way the Xu family handled it. She still has a grudge.

Similarly, she couldn't accept this concealment. If she had known about the close friend relationship between Wen Ning and Xu Anqi, she would have stayed far away and would never have contact with this person.

Wen Ning pursed his lips, "I'm sorry..."

Qing He wiped her eyes, bent her back.

"You didn't feel sorry for anyone."

Wen Ning couldn't bear it, but calmed down, and said: "At that time, she took a detour there because I asked her to help pick up people."

Qinghe paused.

Wen Ning said: "I asked Anqi Xu to pick up He Min. She didn't want to, so she deliberately took a detour and drove into the old city."

The room was dead silent.

She didn't hide it from her, and told all the side that she didn't touch at the beginning.

— "She's driving and we've been calling her."

"She's distracted."

……

The sky was too dark and the rain was too heavy, and the weak street lamps did not work and could not illuminate the road ahead.It only takes a second or two to be distracted, but it is too late to brake when the electric car suddenly appears in front of you.

Can't tell whether it crushed Qing Zijun or knocked him into the air, Xie Anran crashed into a house on the side of the road the next moment, the front of the car was smashed to pieces in an extreme time, and Xie Anran's legs were also crushed to death Hold down.

I don't know how long it took, Qinghe rolled his eyes dumbly, and said weakly: "Stop talking."

Wen Ning stretched out his hand, wanting to give her a hand.

But she avoided it, very indifferent.

"Qing He." Wen Ning still grabbed her hand.

But she was too stubborn, no matter what, she refused to let her touch her, she struggled hard, and finally said with red eyes: "Stay away from me."

Wen Ning hugged her.

She pushed the man away, lost control of her emotions, was extremely unstable, and said half sullenly half disgusted: "Wen Ning, stay away from me!"

The window clattered, and the rain beat.

The commotion upstairs was so loud that it could be heard downstairs. Uncle Yang, who was sitting on the sofa, was startled. When he heard the quarrel, he hurriedly put down the newspaper and stood up.He wanted to go up to have a look, but before he had taken two steps, there was the sound of something breaking upstairs again.

The sound was scary, and the maids and aunts in the kitchen were startled.

Qinghe came down at this moment, her eyes were red.

Uncle Yang asked with concern: "What's the matter, why are you arguing?"

Qinghe didn't respond, walked around Uncle Yang without taking anything, and walked straight to the gate.

Uncle Yang hurried to catch up: "Xiaohe, it's still raining outside, where are you going?!"

She went out, but Uncle Yang couldn't stop her.

Wen Ning followed out one step later.