Doctor Jiang is very gentle

The story ends here, Jiang Qu told everything he knew about Wei Mingyu.

Jiang Lai didn't know how to comment, Wei Mingyu was a completely unfamiliar name to her, and Cheng Qinghong hadn't mentioned a word to her in the past 20 years.But she understood why Cheng Qinghong, who is easy to soften his heart, would be so cruel to Jiang Qu alone, even Jiang Qu was dying of illness, and he didn't want to come to see him.

She said: "No wonder my mother often told me: Don't do good because it is small, and don't do evil because it is small. Sometimes even a small thing, a sentence, may ruin the life of others. Never feel that your own I hate wantonly venting my malice when there is no big deal.”

Jiang Qu was so ashamed that he couldn't speak, and he lowered his head and sighed. What's the use of him willing to spend his whole life to make up for the mistakes he made back then? It's too late to do anything after death.

"I'm sorry, Dad, this is the last thing I call you." Jiang Lai lowered his eyes, his tone was no longer warm, only distant politeness remained, "I can't use your things and money with peace of mind after knowing these things. Keep it with the company for yourself, donate if you want, don't give it to Cen Miao, it's my request for you to give us peace."

Jiang Lai felt that the money, this manor, and these luxury cars were all stained with human blood, so dirty that it made her sick.

Jiang Qu read the disgust in his daughter's eyes, and his heart went dark like a light went out.Alai is obviously his daughter, but she was raised by Cheng Qinghong unknowingly to be like Wei Mingyu, gentle and firm, with good conduct, which shows Wei Mingyu's status in Cheng Qinghong's eyes.

He closed his eyes in despair, and suddenly realized that whether Mingyu was alive or dead, he was no match for her.

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Before Cen Miao could swallow the cherries in his mouth, Jiang Lai dragged him back to the car.

Cen Miao: "??"

Jiang Lai did not forget to fasten Cen Miu's seat belt, and said coldly, "Let's go home."

Cen Mi narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I can't tell, Doctor Jiang is really in a hurry."

Jiang Lai started the car, but didn't understand what Cen Miao said: "What's the rush?"

Cen Miao leaned closer to Jiang Lai's ear and whispered, "Didn't it be agreed during the day to continue at home, tsk tsk, you can't bear it after only one day..."

Jiang Lai frowned, stepped on the accelerator, and the car flew out, almost hitting Cen Miao's nose to bleed.

Cen Mi covered his nose and was about to cry: "Fortunately, my nose is not made, otherwise I would have crashed crookedly. Go home and go home. Don't drive too fast at night, pay attention to safety."

Jiang Lai said lightly: "I'm afraid you won't be willing to drive slowly."

Cen Miu asked, "What are you reluctant to bear?"

"600 billion."

"What?"

"Jiang Qu said he would give you 600 billion so that you would stop pursuing Qi Mi's case."

"Damn it!" Cen Miao was about to pull the car door, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, isn't it Qi Yan's grandson, I forgive him, Jiang Lai, let's go back and have a good talk with your dad, why are you in a hurry... ..."

When she met Shang Jiang Lai's cold eyes that could freeze, the following words stuck in her throat.

Jiang Lai stepped on the brake, and the car stopped a few hundred meters away from the manor.She looked at Cen Miao and asked a soul question: "Do you want me or 600 billion?"

It's harder to choose who to save first than when your mother and girlfriend fall into the water at the same time.

Only children make choices, Cen Mi is not human: "600 billion..."

Jiang Lai gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turned white.

Cen Mu forcefully said, "That's impossible!"

The heart of a money fan is bleeding, and the so-called heart is cut like a knife is nothing more than that.

Jiang Lai restarted the car, looked ahead and said softly, "Just don't regret it."

Cen Miao leaned on the seat, lazily brushed his hair, and said solemnly, "I won't regret it."

Isn't it 600 billion?

Not long after.

"What is your father's contact information?"

"..."

On the road in the suburbs at night, a black Benz accelerated suddenly and drove close to 200 yards.

After getting off the car, Cen Miao vomited in a daze, and the heartache of losing 600 billion was temporarily left behind.

Jiang Lai handed her a bottle of water: "Do you regret it?"

Cen Miao wiped her mouth, spit out her tears, she said awkwardly: "Don't dare, dare not..."

Jiang Lai still had a cold face.

Cen Miao pursed his lips, leaned closer to Jiang Lai, and hugged her waist: "I really don't regret it, but I don't know what you and your father said, 600 billion is such a big sum, your father is willing to give me some secrets." .”

Jiang Lai sighed, gently stroked Cen Mi's back, and said softly, "Are you still motion sick?"

Cen Miao shook his head: "If you vomit, you won't faint."

"I'll tell you about it when I get back to the hotel."

The hotel suite they booked for Cheng Qinghong left Jiang's house now, and they had nowhere to go, so they had to stay in the hotel temporarily.

Cheng Qinghong hadn't slept yet, seeing the two of them coming, he said unexpectedly: "Aren't you going to stay at the winery for one night?"

Jiang Lai said: "I'm afraid you'll be bored by yourself, so I'll come back to accompany you."

Cheng Qinghong said, "It's okay, anyway, I'm going to meet a friend tomorrow."

"Which friend?"

Cheng Qinghong's eyes dodged a little: "You don't know me, my old classmate."

Jiang Lai didn't ask any more questions, nodded and said, "Then you should go to bed early, Cen Mi and I have also slept."

"well……"

After washing up, Cen Miao put his arms around Jiang Lai and gave him a kiss with affection in his eyes: "My dear Jiang Lai, I like you so much..."

Jiang Lai was unmoved: "Compared to 600 billion?"

Cen Miao turned over and pressed Jiang Lai, bowed his head and kissed the doctor: "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, 600 billion, how many nights do you think you can earn back?"

Jiang Lai raised his eyebrows: "It's only worth a thousand gold?"

Jiang Lai changed the subject, and smiled happily: "Of course it's not for a thousand dollars."

Hearing this, the corners of Jiang Lai's mouth rose slightly.Cen Mi thought to himself, the advantage of finding a gentle girlfriend is that it is really easy to coax.

Cen Miao lay on Jiang Lai's body with his long legs intertwined, but he did not forget to ask Jiang Lai something serious: "So what did your father tell you?"

Jiang Lai thought for a while and said, "Cen Mi, do you think my mother is a little slow to respond?"

Cen Miao: "Huh?"

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Cheng Qinghong got up early in the morning and dressed up deliberately. She is already in her fifties, and she can still vaguely see her beautiful face when she was young.

Jiang Lai also woke up. Seeing that Cheng Qinghong was about to go out, he pretended to be nonchalant and asked her, "Where are you going? Do you want me to drive you there?"

Cheng Qinghong declined, "No, I'll just take a taxi."

Jiang Lai took out the milk from the refrigerator, opened it, took a sip, and said, "Well, do you have enough money?"

"Enough, how can I use up the amount you gave me last time? Don't worry."

Cheng Qinghong put on her bag, turned around and hurried out the door.

She didn't notice that she went out the front foot, and Jiang Lai and Cen Miao followed behind.

Cheng Qinghong first went to a flower shop and bought a bouquet of flowers. Cen Mi recognized that the flowers Cheng Qinghong bought were the same as the ones she bought for Jiang Lai but didn't give away last time, they were sunflowers.

After buying the flowers, Cheng Qinghong stood on the side of the road and waved for a taxi.Cen Miao and Jiang Lai quietly followed the taxi at a distance.

The taxi drove all the way to the suburbs and stopped at the gate of the most expensive cemetery in City A.

Cen Miu said, "The classmates my mother met live here?"

Jiang Lai didn't think it was strange, she expected Cheng Qinghong to come to the cemetery, if she didn't guess wrong, Cheng Qinghong was looking at someone else, it was Wei Mingyu.

After getting off the car, Cheng Qinghong turned into the cemetery, holding flowers, she went straight to a luxuriously repaired cemetery, and put the flowers in her arms beside the stele.

The photo of the woman on the tombstone was still in her 20s, with a faint smile on her lips and gentle eyes, as if she was looking directly at the visitor.

Cheng Qinghong squatted in front of the stele, looked at the photos for a long time, and finally couldn't help sobbing: "Mingyu, I'm old, but you are still so young."

A gust of wind blew the trees and grass rustling, but it sounded like a whimper.

Cheng Qinghong wiped her eyes, and continued to say to the woman in the photo: "Alai has grown up, and brought his girlfriend to see me... It's really strange, looking at her child, I always think of you."

Speaking of this, Cheng Qinghong took out a piece of paper with writing from her bag and placed it in front of the monument. Thinking of the past, her voice was endlessly gentle: "This is my favorite poem when we were studying, do you still remember it? Right? When you were a child, you copied a copy and gave it to me, and I still keep that piece of paper. I have nothing else to give you, so I also copied a copy of this poem and gave it to you."

She put the poem on the sunflower, looked back at the photo of the tombstone, and looked at it for a long time. She stretched out her hand tremblingly, and repeatedly stroked the jade characters engraved on the monument with her fingers.

As time passed, Cheng Qinghong smiled bitterly, feeling that she was also insane, she withdrew her hand, with a mournful expression: "Mingyu, I should go."

After saying that, Cheng Qinghong stood up, her legs were a little numb. After all, her body was not as good as before. She rubbed her legs, and when she stood up straight, she reluctantly stood for a while longer when it was time to leave.

Then, maybe she felt that she was getting old too, so she shouldn't have any other worries.Cheng Qinghong bent down, and kissed lightly on the corner of the tombstone, just like the time when Wei Mingyu secretly kissed her in the ward, but extremely solemn.

Jiang Lai watched this scene with a thin layer of mist in his eyes.If she wanted to ask Cheng Qinghong's feelings for Wei Mingyu before, now she thinks it's not important anymore.

Whether it's love or friendship, it's a regret that Cheng Qinghong can't make up for when people are gone for more than 20 years. Cheng Qinghong has remembered Wei Mingyu for more than 20 years, and this feeling has long surpassed love in the ordinary sense.

When I was studying in junior high school, the Chinese teacher came up with a composition topic called fetters.Jiang Lai didn't understand this word, so he looked it up in the dictionary. The dictionary's definition is: bound, unable to escape.

At that time, Jiang Lai didn't think this fetter was a very good word.Only later did she understand that this kind of bondage and inability to escape is voluntary, and it is the final form of the relationship between people, and it is an inextricable connection.

After Cheng Qinghong left the cemetery, Jiang Lai and Cen Miu came to Wei Mingyu's tombstone.They were also slightly stunned when they saw the photo on the tombstone. No wonder Jiang Qu said that Wei Mingyu was like a moon.

Although it was just a photo, apart from the moon, Jiang Lai and Cen Miao couldn't find any other words to describe this woman's temperament.Clear but not dull, the way he smiles makes people feel like moonlight.

The moon in the sky is supposed to be seen from a distance, but it revolves around the earth because of the fetters.Wei Mingyu was a bitter moon and fell prematurely.

The two thought at the same time: What a pity, if they are still alive, they don't know what kind of person they would be.

Jiang Lai noticed that the note on the flower was in Cheng Qinghong's handwriting, and copied a short poem in elegant regular script:

"Give me your hand

Let my shoulders block the world

don't bother you anymore

if love is not forgetting

Suffering is not memory

mark my words

nothing will pass

Even if only the last aspen tree

Like an uninscribed tombstone

stands at the end of the road

Fallen leaves can also speak

Fade and whiten in tumbling

slowly freeze up

Hold up our deep footprints

Of course, no one knows tomorrow

tomorrow starts with another morning

Then we will fall into a deep sleep"

Cen Mi thought it was a poem written by Cheng Qinghong, and praised: "Teacher Cheng is worthy of being a Chinese teacher. This poem is really well written."

Jiang Lai glanced at Cen Mi as if he was illiterate: "This is written by Bei Dao..."

Cen Miao was very hurt: "Doctor Jiang, do you dislike me for being uneducated!"

Jiang Lai touched Cen Mi's face: "Don't think about it, when did I despise you?"

Cen Miao took Jiang Lai's arm and said cheerfully, "Hmph, do you dare to despise me, you stupid person? I'm only willing to chase you because I'm not afraid of suffering."

Jiang Lai raised his brows, and retorted, "I don't seem to let you chase me for long, do I?"

"That's because I'm so charming. Dr. Jiang, you can't resist my temptation, so you throw yourself into the trap."

What about the face?

How could I forget that Director Cen has never been a shameless person.

Jiang Lai had a big head, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that if Wei Mingyu had half the thick-skinnedness of Cen Miu, he would have missed it with Cheng Qinghong.