After teasing the object of revenge, the car overturned

Miao Geng didn't know how he came here that night. If he insisted on describing it, it would be that he realized what a walking dead is, as if his body and soul were completely separated.

He asked the coach for a day off, and stayed in the room to sort out the things left by Miao Qing.

According to Miao Qing's suicide note, everything is kept simple, and there is no need to deal with funeral affairs. The only thing to do is to sort out some of her things before she was alive.

The two old people were also tortured a lot, and they didn't care about so much, so Miao Geng was left to clean up. He and Miao Qing had a good relationship, and what should be kept should be kept by his side.

Miao Geng sat cross-legged in Miao Qing's bedroom, staring blankly at the family portrait that Miao Qing put on the bedside table. There was Lu Ge on it, but she tore it off. It should be some violent act. There are irregular marks of tearing.

What was my aunt thinking when tearing up the photo?Miao Geng tries to empathize with Miao Qing.

If Miao Geng remembered correctly, Miao Qing and Lu Ge's wedding photos were hung above the bed, and now I don't know which cabinet Miao Qing put them in.At that time, Lu Ge often joked that it was too rustic, but Miao Qing always smiled and said coquettishly: "How beautiful."

Come to think of it, Lu Ge showed a lack of love in many details.

Miao Qing was a bit obsessive-compulsive, everything in the room was neatly arranged, without any stains, even the letter to Miao Geng was folded squarely and pressed under the coffee cup.

"Miao Miao, the words are as they are. When you read this letter, I will most likely be dead. I am so happy that I can finally escape from the human world after so many years. In fact, speaking of it, if I hadn't Your parents left you to me. I might have taken a step ahead. It is because of you that my aunt lived these years. You are a good boy. Listen to your aunt. When you see the letter, you must hold back cry."

"Well, if you really can't help it, I allow you to cry seriously for ten seconds. Ah, my aunt is entertaining herself again, let's get to the point. Where do we start? The topic of the two of us seems to never avoid Luge , but having said that, I can only tell you these words, not that you must understand me, my aunt just wants to say it, maybe I will feel better, so it seems that I am too selfish. But this is the last Once, you will definitely listen to me carefully, right?"

"I'm really ashamed to say that your aunt forced Luge to marry me back then. At that time, I thought it didn't matter if he didn't like me that much, as long as we were together, I'm so good, he would definitely like it. In hindsight, I was overconfident. He didn't seem to have really loved me from the beginning to the end. After all, I really think I never understood what he was thinking. He should be someone who loves deeply. But my intuition doesn't quite believe it will be a man. But I don't know why he is with Zhao Tinghe again, but my intuition is always wrong."

"Speaking of which, you must think that my aunt is very long-winded. No matter how you say it, she is saying that Luge doesn't love me. Sadly, it seems to be the case. I spend a third of my life's bedtime time. I have been thinking about this question all the time, why Luge doesn’t love me enough? I don’t seem to be able to explain the relationship, right? Sometimes I wonder why there is such a stupid person as me, who put all the bets on him. Thinking of when I was young I even wanted to slap myself a few times for the stupid things I did, but if I had to choose again, I would most likely repeat the same mistakes."

"When I was your age, to be precise, when I was older than you, I thought love was the most beautiful thing in the world. What was it like? I don't know how to describe it. Anyway, I can't help but think of him Although I still giggle when I think of some scenes now, compared to it, I seem to spend more time crying now. I wanted to tell you in detail, but if I think about it, I should forget it. Maybe I should tell you. Later, before Luger and I divorced, it was around the time you signed with the team."

"He often stays out at night. You and your grandparents probably don't know about it. Sometimes when he comes back, he smells like alcohol and other people. I'm not sure if it's a man's perfume or a woman's. After coming back once, He almost hit me with his hands, he pushed me to the corner of the bed, and the blood came out, and he fell asleep. One thing, I feel like I have to confess, I was pregnant, but the back was gone, and Lugar never I know. The child may not belong to him. I'm sorry for him. If it weren't for the fact that I drank too much that day, I would definitely not have divorced with others, and he would not insist on divorcing me. However, it is not necessarily true. If he didn't spend the night outside, How could I go out to drink? He will always think of other ways to isolate me, he doesn't want me anymore. "

"More than ten years ago, Lu Ge refused to marry me, and I forced him to die. It seems that retribution has arrived. I am sorry for you, I am sorry for the dead elder brother and sister-in-law, I am sorry for your grandparents, and I am even more sorry for myself. But my aunt is gone. Find a way to survive... Please take good care of your grandparents."

The letter is only written here, and the blue and black ink on it is blurred by tears, like a flower of despair. Miao Qing still has a lot to say, but she has enough energy to spare, and her state is completely unable to support it. She writes on.

After reading it, Miao Geng was clutching the letter paper, thinking about Lu Ge not coming home at night, or how he lost his temper at Miao Qing after coming back smelling of alcohol, his heart was tugged.

No, Luge and aunt shouldn't be in that situation. Without the intervention of a third party, Luge and aunt would still be the same as before, even if they only maintained the superficial peace.

All because of the third party.

Because of Zhao Tinghe.