Ginger Flower

Jiang Hua bought two bottles of beer from the canteen, and wandered up the mountain by himself.

The tombstone is new, with Jiang Xu's name engraved on it.

Autumn nights are a bit cold, the insects have stopped screaming, and the leaves have fallen to the ground. Mixed with the autumn rain, it is so wet that it makes people sick.

Jiang Hua found a clean place to sit, leaning against Jiang Xu's tombstone.

Then he opened a beer and chattered.

"I used to wonder if children should be beaten by their parents, because I am like this. It wasn't until I was in elementary school that I realized that parents should love their children more than beat them."

"I used to think that I hated you. You were drinking like hell, swearing all over your mouth, beating and swearing when you were drunk, and punching and kicking at every turn. Who wouldn't feel pain? I can feel pain too, and I'm also afraid of pain."

"In fact, many times you give me less than I give you."

"When I was six years old, you sent me to live at a friend's house for a few days. You said it was only a few days, and then you didn't come back for half a month. During that time, your friends thought you were going to give them the oil bottle of me and scared me. I have to contact you every day, tell me where you are picking me up, let me go quickly, they closed the door as soon as I walked out, and I lived in the corridor for several days, picking up the garbage thrown by others at the door to eat."

"Nine years old, you sent me to a boarding school. The auntie there was very fierce. As soon as we entered, we were asked to hand in snacks and communication tools, and then we were given steamed buns and pickles. We stayed for two years, and we were beaten when we resisted. The body was beaten black and blue. I took a knife and carved it on the bedside. You said you would come to pick me up within a year, so I carved 360 five knives. Then you broke your promise, and I carved another 360 five knives .”

"In high school, you said that I can live with you. I am very happy because I can finally not depend on others. You decorate the room for me, although you are very impatient and tell the sales aunt to buy according to the favorite style of the little boys now. , but I feel that you are caring for me. And I can feel it. I can endure even endless beating and scolding, as long as I don’t let me go back to the old days."

Jiang Hua drank a bottle, poured Jiang Xu a glass and put it next to the tombstone.

"A person who likes to drink so much, it's still very lonely if he can't drink now."

"I don't know what you were thinking when the steel pipe crossed your heart, or as Xieqin said, you just went there without feeling anything."

"I came here today to tell you that I don't hate you, not at all."

After Jiang Hua finished speaking, she casually threw the wine bottle aside, covering her face and wondering what she was thinking.

When Jiang Hua returned home, he saw a lot of people crowded in his yard, and a luxury car that looked expensive was parked at the door.

Jiang Hua casually put the flashlight aside, walked in, and saw people surrounded by people in suits and leather shoes in the middle of the yard, looking like elites, with a bookish look between their eyebrows and eyes.

"What are you doing at my house?" Jiang Hua asked.

Relatives chattered about it, and Jiang Hua's brain ached from hearing it.

"Let me talk to him, please go back first." The man stood up and said to Jiang Hua, "Can I come in and talk?"

The relatives around gradually dispersed, Jiang Hua nodded, and the man followed Jiang Hua into the house.

"Drink some water, please. What's the matter?" Jiang Hua asked.

The man picked up the water and said, "My surname is Zhen, and my name is Zhen Lian. I am your mother's current husband."

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