Overspill

Another month later.

It was evening when Qiao He walked into the church.

There was no one in the church, and the echo of footsteps could be heard walking inside.

It has been a long time since no one came to pray here. Although there are people cleaning and changing flowers every day, because no one has used it for a long time, there is a sense of desolation and decay. Even the statues carved by famous teachers in the past no longer have a compassionate look. , but looked a little resentful and sad.

Qiao He walked in and sat down on the bench in the first row.

He brought a bouquet of white roses, leaving some blue branches and leaves unpruned, which set off the whiteness and fullness of the flowers.

He was wearing a pitch-black suit today, even the shirt inside was black, only the cuffs showed a little pale skin that was bloodless.The bouquet of roses lay on his lap, the only bright color on him.

He didn't look like he had come here to pray, but rather to attend a funeral.

Qiao Hexing hasn't been to this church for a long time.

This church was built by his father specially for his mother as a gift for their third wedding anniversary. Although his mother is Chinese, she grew up abroad and is a Christian.

Qiao Hexing still remembers that when he was a child, he accompanied his mother to worship. His mother was sitting on a chair, wearing a loose and soft green skirt with a pattern of roses on the skirt, and her lower abdomen was obviously protruding.

She is five months pregnant.

"Ah Xun, I don't know if this is a younger brother or a younger sister? Which one do you like?"

As soon as Qiao Hexing closed his eyes, Qiao Hexing could still hear his mother's smiling voice. Her Chinese pronunciation was always a bit weird, but her tone was very lively. His father would sometimes call his wife Little Nightingale in French, which was romantic. It's not like what Qiao Li can do.

But how did he answer at that time?

"Whatever." Qiao Hexing was still young back then, but he already had a serious personality in the future, "There is no difference between a younger brother and a younger sister."

"You are too boring. I think it's better to be a girl. If there is another boy like you, my life will be too boring." His mother grumbled dissatisfied.

Qiao Hexing didn't refute at that time, because he also thought that girls would be more or less cuter.

But is that child a brother or a sister?

23-year-old Qiao Hexing thought as he sat in the church.

He failed to wait for his younger brother or sister, and failed to shake that child's soft hand.

He only waited for a funeral, in this church.

It was his mother's funeral.

His mother was only in her 30s, but she was buried forever with her unborn child.

Everyone said that his mother fell from upstairs by herself. Because she was not careful, because she didn't stand firmly, she fell from the top step to the ground. Before she was sent to the hospital, she lost too much blood. He died, even the child in his womb died.

But Qiao Hexing remembered that before his mother's accident, he had heard Qiao Jun's harsh voice, "If that woman falls by herself, who can be blamed? Brother, she is a wild woman of unknown origin. We are the Qiao family." My young master, even if it is two lives, how rare is it."

Qiao Hexing tapped lightly on his knee with his fingers.

He cried many times when he was a child, crying and begging his father to find out why his mother died, but there was no result once.

As Qiao Jun said, they are the young masters of the Qiao family, and with the support of their powerful mother's family, no one can touch them.

But now, 13 years have passed.

The Li family that supported Qiao Jun and Qiao Heng back then has collapsed.

The old man from the Li family who secretly helped Qiao Jun deal with the scene was also dug out from abroad by him.

Qiao Hexing opened his eyes and looked at the time. It has been almost an hour since he entered this church.

Ten minutes later, Qiao Hexing's cell phone rang, with the name of his father, Qiao Li, flashing on it.

Qiao Hexing stared at the name for a while before picking it up.

"A Xun," Qiao Li's voice was exhausted, as if he was really old, "Where are you?"

"It's at the church on Xisi Road." Qiao Hexing replied casually.

Hearing this place, Qiao Li's breathing seemed to freeze for a moment.

After a while, he sighed and said, "As you wish, Qiao Jun has been sent to a nursing home, and he will never come out again in this life. Qiao Heng... Qiao Heng will go abroad, never again came back."

This was the result that Qiao Hexing had predicted long ago.

But he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and corrected him earnestly, "It's not what I wished, but what you wished. What I want is Qiao Jun to pay for his life, and it's you who must save your two sons."

Qiao Jun killed two lives by himself, and Qiao Heng, as a brother, helped hide it from the world, so neither of them can escape.

Qiao Li paused on the phone for a long time. After a while, he seemed to have aged a little in an instant, and said in a low voice, "Qiao Heng and Qiao Jun have never been as good as you. It's normal to be cruel, but they are too cruel. I haven't fought you yet, and I was caught by you. But no matter how good they are, Ah Xun, as a father, I will not kill my own son. But I can assure you that they will not appear again. "

Qiao Hexing looked at the statue in the church with such a compassionate expression, as if he was really saving all sentient beings.

But when he was a child, he thought, his mother had never done anything bad in her life, so why didn't her god protect her?

"Father, I'm thinking about one thing." Qiao Hexing suddenly called Qiao Li "Dad", he had rarely called him so gently.

"Do you remember that when mother left, there was a child in her belly?" Qiao Hexing's fingers clenched the petals of the white rose, and the petals were torn off and fell on the bench and the ground. Is it my sister, or my brother? I've been thinking about that. I could have been a brother."

Qiao Hexing could hear the rapid breathing on the other end of the phone, as if someone had stabbed his heart with a knife, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

But he didn't think it was enough.

He didn't even blink his eyelids, the setting sun shone on his face through the window, he was like a handsome but cold sculpture, the corner of his mouth smiled almost viciously, and asked, "Should it be a younger sister? It will look like my mother , she will look very cute. My mother actually secretly bought a lot of girls' clothes, just waiting for her to be born."

But she was buried in Qiao Jun's hands before she had time to see the world.

Qiao Hexing didn't say this, but he knew that Qiao Li knew it well.

long silence.

Qiao Hexing's shallow breathing could be heard quietly in the church.

He couldn't wait for Qiao Li's answer. After a long silence, Qiao Li hung up the phone.

Qiao Hexing was not surprised. He slowly put the phone into his pocket. The bouquet of roses on his lap was no longer visible, and the white flowers were scattered all over the ground.

He brushed those petals off himself indifferently.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, he was dressed in a pitch-black suit, with an almost cruel and icy expression on his face.He didn't come to pray today, he came to attend a closing ceremony. This years of hatred finally came to fruition.

After waiting for 13 years, he finally came to a result. Although it was not enough to satisfy him, it had already come to an end.

Qiao Hexing left the bunch of white roses where they were, and walked out of the church by himself.

He stood outside the church and looked back at the church. The steeple church was a gift from his father to his mother. At that time, everyone thought his mother had a good life. She changed from an ordinary orphan to Mrs. Qiao's family. .

But what did she get in the end?

A sumptuous funeral.

Qiao Hexing frowned in extreme annoyance.

The great revenge has been avenged, and he is about to become the only heir of the Qiao family, but he is not very happy.

He was suddenly eager and impatient to meet Yu Ci.

They have been apart for too long.

He wanted to hold Yu Ci in his arms, just like countless nights before.He knew that he and Yu Ci would never fall to the level of Qiao Li and his mother.

no way.

But he was still a little weak, wanting to confirm that Yu Ci was in his arms, safe in his arms.