Chapter 683

"OK, sit down."

Aunt Qiao was a little unhappy, and her delicate eyebrows frowned: "Mammy, why don't you serve the food yet? Dinner at six has been waiting until nine o'clock. She doesn't serve tea to the guests."

"What guest? Chihiro is our own family." Qiao Shibo looked at me and smiled: "Chihiro, don't be polite here. They are all a family. I would be satisfied if I could drink daughter-in-law tea earlier. Hehe."

He smiled brightly and kindly, but some haggard and old in his eyebrows were so obvious.

After delivering the dishes, Qiao Dongcheng kept bringing the dishes for me this time.

Uncle Qiao smiled: "Dongcheng, you should have taken care of yourself long ago. Dad is old now. Choose a good day and deal with you and Qianxun."

"Dongcheng is still small." mother Qiao said faintly.

"I'm old enough." Uncle Joe sighed, "I'll be much more relieved to do your business."

Qiao Dongcheng looked up and said seriously, "Dad, let's see a good day!"

This sentence made his mother unhappy. He put his chopsticks by the bowl: "no, I'm full."

Uncle Joe glanced at her lightly, a little unhappy. But he said politely, "Chihiro, eat more vegetables. I see you are thin again."

"Thank you, Joe."

"It's still like this. Dongcheng, Chihiro is an independent girl. In this era of material desires, it's rare that he can feed himself without arrogance or dryness."

He didn't mean to say this.

He wouldn't know about the bad things in Qiao Dongcheng.

"Dad, I know, so I brought Chihiro back to let dad decide a wedding date for us."

"East City," cried aunt Joe coldly.

Qiao Dongcheng said, "Mom, I've been engaged to Chihiro for so long. We used to be young, but now we're old. No matter how emotional or reasonable, I have to explain to Chihiro and my dead uncle mo."

"HMM." Uncle Joe nodded with satisfaction: "Chihiro, your parents have been away for so long and let me take care of you on their deathbed. Uncle is a rough man and doesn't know how to take care of you. I think their biggest wish is that you have a dependency and want to see you marry Dongcheng earlier. Uncle Joe is also old. You get married earlier. Then I'll retire and hug my good grandson."

Uncle Qiao, who has always refused to admit defeat and refused to recognize his old age, has a lot of enthusiasm in officialdom. Today, he said these words. He wanted to change the political situation, but the limelight still swept uncle Qiao.

With the people in the upper echelon, the political situation will become bright and dark, so many things will flow out, or the rapids will rush back, or... Like my father, I am forced to have no way to go.

My father and uncle Qiao are comrades in arms. On his deathbed, he entrusted me to the Qiao family. His last wish is to marry Qiao Dongcheng and me.

My nose is sour and my throat is cramped. I can't say anything against it.

Qiao Dongcheng put the bowl in my hand on the table, took a paper towel and wiped my tears: "why did you cry."

"This girl has a long love. When you say how much you hate, it's actually how much you love." Uncle Qiao also sighed incomparably: "stranger, I'll come out in the next day. Let's go to your father's cemetery and have a incense and tell him about it."

Qiao Dongcheng gathered me around him and gently patted me on the back: "don't cry."

"Dongcheng, I used to be busy and didn't have time to take care of him. Let him act recklessly. If he dares to be sorry for you after marriage, uncle will teach him a lesson."

"Master, this decision is too hasty. We'd better wait until they all calm down." it's Joe Dongcheng's mother who opposes it.

In the past, Shanhe Uncle Joe stared at her: "you are at home all day. You only know how to spend money, eat, drink and have fun. How can you care about the children?"

"Master..."

"You've always been used to it. Dongcheng will develop many bad habits. If there's any trouble in officialdom, it's a fatal weakness. What do you know about women?"

Uncle Joe's mother was very wronged, but she was silent.

"Chihiro." Uncle Qiao gently called my name: "don't be sad. Your father will be very happy to know your marriage with Dongcheng."

If so, how can I refuse.

He's right. How much I hate, how much I love, how much I care.

He also asked me to take care of Aunt Mei. I know how much my mother hates her, but I still can't let go.

After dinner and tea, Uncle Joe's phone came in and motioned us to have a rest.

I pulled out my hand in the corridor: "it's late. I have to go back."

"Chihiro, don't go back tonight."

"No." my thoughts are really confused tonight. I don't want to be in Qiao's house, although Qiao's house should still have my room now. I have to go back. I wonder if Ji Xiaobei has returned?

He said faintly, "it's so late, and there's no car down the mountain."

Then he just made it clear that he wouldn't send me off. Look how I got down the mountain.

I took out my cell phone and wanted to call a taxi. Unexpectedly, it was dark. I probably turned it off accidentally. When I turned it on again, the screen struggled to light up for a while and then darkened. It turned out that there was no electricity.

Qiao Dongcheng leaned against the wall and looked at me: "look, my father is not in good health now. Chihiro, he will be happier here. Nothing has changed in your room."

"Goodbye." still walking in high heels.

"Chihiro." he frowned and caught up: "do you want to go back to another man so late? Chihiro, can you love yourself? I can give you whatever you want."

I smiled, raised my head and bumped away his ambiguous chin: "Qiao Dongcheng, I think you misunderstood. The reason why I didn't oppose marriage is that my father wanted to marry me before he died. If you don't want to marry me, it's the best. In my eyes, marriage is marriage. It doesn't matter. It's just a matter."

Sometimes, I don't know why I live and why I'm busy every day? I have no purpose and no ideal. If my father asked me to do something before his death, I would do it, nothing else. Anyway, it doesn't matter to me.

After walking a long way, you can still see the faint shadow in the bright part of the window. I think he is also angry, angry with my attitude, but this is the most real self.

It's such a long way down the mountain. High heels are now a pair of deadly shackles. Taking one more step is torture, which makes my feet painful.

I simply took off my fingers and walked barefoot. Now the night wind is no longer bitter cold, but it still sweeps away my weak warmth.

After waiting at the foot of the mountain for a while, I stopped a taxi. The radio station was tearing its lungs and singing: love when you die, not incisively and vividly, not happy, love when you are in poverty