fifth year of divorce

Don't dislike the shortness of this chapter.

Jiangling's mother called me.

When she called, I was trimming Thief Bao's nails. During this period of time, it had already scratched many things in the house, and the sheets had scratched out several holes. Qin Weishui changed the sheets once a day.

In order to prevent it from scratching the carpet and sofa at home again, I grabbed it and quickly cut its nails.

Just after cutting, the phone call came.

I originally wanted to arrange for them to live in Beijing, so I can take care of them if they are closer to me.

But they refused.

That's right, if I wanted to come to Beijing after so many years, I would have come here long ago.

They are not people who forget their roots and cannot let go of their jobs in their hometown.

I didn't mention it again, just promised to visit them every year.

Anyway, I have no father or mother, so Jiangling's parents are also my parents.

"Xiao Xie, Mr. Zhou from Xingmeng came to us two days ago and gave us a card saying that it was a comfort money from the company. We didn't want it, but he threw it away and left. As a result, we checked the card today. 2000 million, your uncle and I think we can't accept this money, and want you to help us return it to him."

I pursed my lips, "He should, you take it."

"We don't feel at ease with this money..." Jiang's mother choked up, "We didn't even touch a penny of the money that Jiangling left us, no amount of money can be exchanged for my son..."

I have deliberately stopped thinking about Jiangling these days, and they came to seduce me again.

"This is what Zhou Xie owes Jiang Ling, don't say 2000 million is 2000 billion, as long as Zhou Xie gives it to you, you can take it."

I heard Mother Jiang crying on the phone for a while before I heard her slowly say, "I know Xingmeng is sorry for Jiangling, but we really can't accept the money for Jiangling, Xiaoxie, why don't you think about it for us How will you handle the money?"

I paused, Jiang Ling originally planned to open a few catterys in Beijing after quitting the circle, he is such a cat lover, watching the video of stray cats being bullied so sad, he probably wanted me to do it for him go down.

"Jiangling..." I still felt depressed when I mentioned Jiangling's name, "He said before that he wanted to open a cattery. If you really don't feel at ease with the money, I can use it to open several catterys. The list will be sent to you in due course.”

"That's great..." Jiang's mother sniffed, "Since it's Jiang Ling's last wish, we have no objection... We also believe that you don't need to send out any list..."

Why do we have to use the word last wish...

"Xiao Xie, how are you these days?"

"It's okay." I replied, "You don't have to worry about me."

"I heard about what you did for Jiangling. Your uncle and I are very grateful to you, but we parents can't do anything for him."

I sighed softly, "Jiangling probably doesn't need you to do anything, as long as you are healthy."

"Xiao Xie..." She paused for a while before slowly saying, "There is one more thing I want to tell you."

"You say."

"There is a student in your uncle's school who is an orphan. He has been living with his grandmother all these years. His grandmother passed away some time ago." She paused, "We want to adopt him."

I was stunned, unable to react for a while, "You don't need to tell me about this kind of thing... I have no right to interfere..."

"You don't blame us, do you? Jiang Ling is gone, we have to have a new sustenance, otherwise how would we live?"

I held the phone, my mouth opened and closed in a daze, but I couldn't speak.

They were young, and Jiangling had no descendants, so they really should find a new sustenance.

But too fast.

Jiang Ling had only been dead for a long time, and they were about to find someone to replace him.

"Think about it..." My voice was a little weak, and my words were a little weak, "If this matter is posted on the Internet, you may be scolded..."

Jiang's mother sobbed for a while, "We have already given up white-haired people to black-haired people, what else can we do?"

"It's not that good..." I pursed my lips, feeling a little resentful, "I'm just afraid that Jiang Ling will be sad."

The person on the opposite side didn't speak for a long time, so I reached out and hung up the phone.

I leaned on the sofa with my eyes closed, and took two deep breaths, which didn't relieve the pain in my chest.

Tears gradually fell down the cheeks to the collar, and I didn't reach out to wipe them.

I think sooner or later I will forget about Jiangling.

I will forget the despair of drowning in the sea when I lost him.

It's like gradually forgetting when my mother left me.

People always want to live, always thinking about how can a person survive...

You see, we are all ruthless people after all.

It's not worth Jiangling's death.

Can we still expect someone to remember him forever?

But...

He's thinking about us till the end of his life...

How could you forget him so quickly...

I buried my head in the pillow, and when my heart hurts, I really feel like I am about to die.

When Qin Wei sent it back, I was tired from crying and curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

He squatted in front of me and said softly, "Go to bed and sleep, be careful not to catch a cold..."

When I lifted my face from the pillow, my hair was disheveled and the tears on my face were still there. Qin Weiji stared at me for a while, and said distressedly, "Why are you crying?"

I hooked his neck, leaned my head on his shoulder, sobbed for a while before opening my mouth quietly, "Brother Qin, I feel that every day is long and painful, is it okay..."

Qin Weiji stepped back gently, and looked at me, I actually saw panic in his eyes.

The calmness on his face is no longer helpful, his eyes have revealed that he is afraid.

He looked at me, and it took a long time before he spoke, "Let's go to the hospital and see, shall we?"

I froze, the arm holding him became stiff, and I heard Qin Weiji's meaning.

I am sick, and not very sick.

Since I saw a psychiatrist last time, I haven't had time to do any psychotherapy, and I have been taking medicine to maintain my sleep quality.

But when faced with Jiang Ling's suicide, it seems to be scratching the surface and has no effect.

My eyes were red, and I hugged Qin Weiji with some distress.

I'm sorry for him, for so many years since we got married, he hasn't felt relieved for me for a single day.

If Qin Weiji hadn't met me in his life, how comfortable and at ease he would have lived.

"I'll go, don't be afraid..."

Qin Weiji took me to the hospital, where he underwent a series of checks, and I was physically and mentally exhausted. I tried my best to cooperate with him in order to make him feel at ease.

In the end, the medical certificate still clearly marked the state of depression.

It is always said that misfortunes never come singly.

It really is.

On the way back, I leaned on Qin Weiji's shoulder, the passing lights were dazzling, I squinted my eyes slightly, "Brother Qin, I want to go back to Suzhou."

I don't know where this inexplicable sense of returning home comes from, but I just don't want to stay in Beijing.

"Well, let's go back to Suzhou."

My hand was empty, and I reached out to explore his hand, and felt a piece of ice cold.

I looked up at him, "Do you still want me?"

Qin Weiji turned his face away from me, and I saw his body trembling slightly.

Only then did I realize how unconscionable this question was.

I reached out and hugged him, "Brother Qin, let's go get the certificate tomorrow..."

He looked back and gently rubbed me in his arms, "I've been waiting for you to say this..."

Half my life, oh, not half my life.

my life...

People in their 30s open their mouths to talk about life, which is a bit funny.

But I do feel that I have already finished my life, maybe it was over long ago, when my mother died, when I committed suicide, when Jiang Ling left me, this life will also end.

But there is always a pair of hands pulling me, telling me to turn around.

That feeling is clear and definite. When I look back, I always see Qin Weiji.

What a fluke.