Chapter 791

I can't say I don't hate. I really hate. If my father wasn't too greedy, we wouldn't go to such a field.

"Chihiro, mom and dad left you a lot of property, but Chihiro, you have to work hard for several years and learn to be more independent to get it. This is a gift for obedient children, baby, mom is sorry for you."

"Mom, don't say that."

"If it weren't for mom, baby would always be an angel."

"Mom, don't say it like this. All this is fate. Mom, don't blame yourself. No matter when Qianxun's wings are black, Qianxun is also her angel, right?" I don't want to hear this. I have a lot of fear in my heart.

Mother smiled and cried, "yes."

"Mom, don't worry. Just have another operation. Chihiro won't sell himself anymore. Chihiro won't have children. Chihiro will always be a mother's child."

Mom held on to my skinny hand: "Chihiro, if your mother doesn't work, you can go home and marry Qiao Dongcheng. Your mother can rest assured when you marry him. Your uncle and mother will be more picky. Chihiro, you've had some hardships and many grievances, and we can stand them. Qiao Dongcheng is a good child. Chihiro, ask them to fulfill their promise to your father and let Qiao Dongcheng marry you with a home and shelter from the wind and rain Fang, no fright, nothing. "

"Mom, no, I want to accompany my mother, and I don't want to listen to your mother."

"Promise me."

I nodded hard, "OK."

The doctor pushed her to the operating room. That time, my mother didn't wake up again.

No wonder she would say so many words to me. When I was cold and pushed away, I lay beside my mother, desperately trying to cover my mother warm with my own body temperature.

I am not willing to burn my mother into ashes and protect her heart and lungs. No amount of tears and pain can save my mother.

I dressed my mother up and sent her to the incinerator. I always remember the sunshine in the first room. My mother looked back at me on the table with lilies and smiled: "Chihiro, you fell again. Why are you always so careless."

At that time, my mother was the most beautiful.

Now I've been falling. Mom, I don't hurt. Mom, I'll stand up.

Hold my mother's ashes. In any corner of the street, the sun is so strong that I can't open my eyes. I cry too red and swollen. Hold tight and want to draw warmth from the ashes box. All the people who love me most in the world have left me.

Looking up at the sky, let the French sun shine on my tears and slide down drop by drop.

A passer-by tossed me a coin and I used the money to call Joe's house.

This time, Qiao Dongcheng picked it up.

He said in a straight Beijing accent, "hello? Hello?" and then said, "aunt Park, is this phone broken?"

"No, master, I'll make a mask for my wife, and I'll have a look later."

Hearing his voice, I couldn't help crying.

"Hello, are you Chihiro?"

I cried even louder: "Qiao Dongcheng."

"Chihiro, what's the matter with you? Why are you crying? Tell me."

"I want to go home." I cried, "I'll wait for you at the airport."

The phone was disconnected because I had no money. I walked from Paris to the airport with my mother's ashes. I was so tired that I almost fainted. Sitting at the airport, I thought I was a beggar and drove me out.

You can only sit outside and watch the planes coming and going in the sky. It's dark and bright again.

Qiao Dongcheng came. He found me. I can't believe I became like that.

The passport is also very dirty. It is placed with the household registration book and ID card. Our stranger's household registration book is so lonely that only I am alive.

Qiao Dongcheng felt great pity for me. He bought clothes at the airport and asked me to take a bath. I refused to hold my ashes. His memory in France was like the last bath water washed away.

While coughing, I kept eating bread until I didn't want to eat bread all my life.

After leaving France, I left with my mother.

My mother is dead in a foreign country. I will take my mother back after death. She still loves her father, so she will be buried with her father.

However, I hate him very much. I never bought him flowers or took a look at him.

Those memories are clearly buried.

But the man who bought me appeared. He said you were moqianxun. He said he was Ji Xiaobei's brother.

Xiaobei, Xiaobei, Xiaobei, Ji Xiaobei, I dare not love you anymore. You don't deserve to love you anymore.

"Chihiro, I don't want you to appear in Xiaobei's life." he said leisurely. I didn't look up at him, but I felt that he made me cold all over.

"Xiaobei should not know your life in France, moqianxun. My father doesn't want any dirty people around Xiaobei, and I don't want everyone in Beijing to know about you."

I know that I really can't love Xiaobei, no matter what you say or what you threaten.

My cell phone was still ringing, and his voice smiled softly: "you know how to do it. My Oriental beauty has always been very smart. What do I ask her to do in bed? Once I say it, she will try to make me happy. Oh, our transaction has not been completed yet."

The blood flow from the corners of the lips came down, and the pain was still unknown.

His cell phone also rang. He answered it and said happily, "Xiao Bei, I'll be there in a minute. I'll pick up Mommy."

His footsteps faded away, and I sat on the ground panting in vain.

My feet were numb, and the footsteps rang again. My heart hurt so much that I pressed my hand hard.

"Chihiro, what's the matter with you?" was Qiao Dongcheng's anxious voice. He strode in and picked me up: "it's cold to sit on the ground. You look pale. I'll take you to see a doctor."

I just remember now. I promised to accompany him to the party.

I only have Ji Xiaobei in my eyes. I only remember Ji Xiaobei's date, but Qiao Dongcheng came to pick me up. He went to my wardrobe and found a thick coat to cover my shoulders: "these parties don't need to be so grand. It's too cold to wear so little."

"I'm fine, I'm fine." I smiled and said to him, "I was about to go out and fell accidentally. Wait for me and I'll change my clothes."

After taking my clothes and some things, I turned off my mobile phone: "Qiao Dongcheng, you can go."

The car drove to a place in Beijing and set up a good stage. It was a party jointly organized by the TV station and the army. One of the hosts of that night was Haichao. Qiao Dongcheng took me to sit down, and a person with some identity came to shake hands with him and said, "you have contributed to the successful opening of this party, Dongcheng. Communicating with the TV station is also a troublesome thing."

"Where, old Cen, you flatter me."

"I think it's good. The program is rich and colorful."