Chapter 221

It's Wen Shuhua, standing at the door, ready to say and stop: "Jinyu."

Jiang Bomei: "Wang!"

"Can I go in?" Wen Shuhua's tone was too careful and deliberately lowered his posture, which made him a little low spirited.

After all, it was his mother. Jiang Jinyu could not bear to say, "come in."

Wen Shuhua enters the apartment, can't hide the lost look on his face: "don't you even call your mother now?"

Jiang Jinyu didn't speak. He poured a glass of water to Wen Shuhua.

She sat on the sofa and looked at Jiang Jinyu with complicated expression: "Jinyu, would you like to go back with your mother, eh?" The tone is flattering and expectant.

Without hesitation, Jiang Jinyu said decisively, "I like it here and don't want to go back."

Wen Shuhua is sad: "what about mother? You don't want it either? "

He bowed his head and didn't speak for a long time before he said in a low voice, "I've given you all the shares. I can't go back. What's the difference?"

I was speechless when I was reading Walton.

That child who is always silent and isolated from the world, when he grows up, has edges and corners, has thorns, starts to defend and starts to break free.

He raised his head and saw that Wen Shuhua had never seen firmness in his eyes: "I don't go back to Wen's house. Later, my sister and I have."

As the young people grow up, they have more and more wings. They know good and evil, know right and wrong, and can no longer be restrained. Wen Shuhua's face was painful: "Jinyu, are you blaming me?"

Jiang Jinyu didn't answer. He followed Bomei's hair for a while.

Wen Shuhua was a little anxious: "I'm not partial to your sister, but you're still young. I'm afraid that you can't hold those shares. When you grow up --"

JIANG Jinyu interrupted: "I don't need to. Wenshi really wants to give it to her."

Anyway, shares are the most important thing in Wenjia.

Wen Shuhua saw his resistance. He was afraid it would backfire, so he had to give up: "if you don't want to go back, you can live here. Mom doesn't force you. Can mom come here to see you later?"

The only thing she can do is play the family card. After all, it's her mother. After all, she also raised him to protect him for so many years. No matter what kind of selfishness she was out of, she still has the grace to raise him.

Jiang Jinyu nodded, "well."

Wen Shuhua was relieved. He got up and put what he had brought on the table: "where is the kitchen? I've brought your favorite soup. I've stewed it all morning. You can have a little first. The rest is in the fridge. "

Jiang Jinyu pointed to the direction of the kitchen.

Wenshuhua went to the kitchen and took out the bowl. The soup in the heat preservation barrel was still warm. She poured out a bowl and pushed it to Jiang Jinyu. Her eyes crossed the dining table in a hurry and she suddenly stopped.

Her movements stopped.

At the other end of the table, Jiang Jinyu's case of psychotherapy was put. At the end of the page, the doctor's diagnosis: cured.

Wen Shuhua lost her face in a panic. The soup in the bowl spilled out. She looked at the young man in the opposite direction with disbelief: "are you well?"

He turned over the case and covered it with a fruit plate. The light in his eyes was a little darker: "are you not happy that I am ok?"

Wen Shuhua was asked stupefied for a moment, and immediately held his eyes: "how can it be? Mom is very happy. "

Happy?

It's panic.

Jiang Jinyu did not speak any more. He drank soup without saying a word.

Wenshuhua didn't sit long. After Jiang Jinyu finished a bowl of soup, she left. Wenshi was waiting for her in the car outside the community. She was a little scared and slowly got on the bus.

Did not see Jiang Jinyu, Wen Shihao hissed: "he still refused to go back with us?"

Wenshuhua is absent-minded: "well."

Wen Shihao sneered and scolded: "this little white eyed wolf!"

Wen Shuhua immediately turned his head and said, "good poem!" "I don't want you to say that about your brother," she snapped, her eyes red

Wen Shihao doesn't think so. He hums coolly: "am I wrong? We wenjiasheng raised him for so many years. At the end of the day, he didn't walk very fast. With a cheap sister, he forgot all about Ben. What is a white eyed wolf? "

"You!" Wen Shuhua was extremely angry and contradictory. He couldn't bear it for a moment. He blurted out, "everyone in the Wen family can say that he is a white eyed wolf, but you can't. how can you say that he is qualified? If it wasn't for you --"

in the middle of the conversation, Wen Shuhua could not help it.

Wen Shihao sneered and said: "because of me? You mean it. "

Wen Shuhua's eyes dodged and looked out of the window: "anyway, you remember that he is a younger brother, a brother related to you. If you let me hear that again, you will spit out his shares to me."

Wenshi is so sneering that he doesn't take it seriously.

When the phone rang, Wenshi was ready to pick it up. Tang Jin, the Secretary, called out, "Mr. Xiaowen."

Because the bank has two Wen Zong, privately, they call wenshuning as Wenzong. Wenshihao is called xiaowenzong. After wenshuning is in prison, the name can't be changed for a while."What is it?"

Tang and Jin said, "you're right. We do have people behind the control of Wen's retail stocks."

Wen Shihao's eyes are heavy, and no unexpected color is seen in his eyes: "how much share?"

"At least five percent."

Enough.

Enough for her to get Lin Anzhi down.

Wen Shihao's tone was slow: "who is controlling it?"

Tang Jindun for a while: "Qin family six little."

She smiled, with a clear face: "it's really him." When Jin behind to help Lin Anzhi, according to his way of doing things, how can not have two hands to prepare.

If you want to get rid of Lin Anzhi, you must move Shijin first.

"What now?" Tang and Jin asked for instructions.

Wen Shihao is calm and very calm: "I have my own way."

She hung up.

Wen Shuhua immediately asked, "are you going against Shijin?"

Whether Wenshi can put it or not, he acquiesced.

Wen Shuhua's face changed and solemnly warned her, "don't provoke him, you can't fight him."

Wen Shihao doesn't care about it. He has his own plan: "don't worry. I have something in my hand that can make him obey."

"What?" Wen Shuhua asked.

She didn't say it. She smiled, her eyes full of excitement.

Wen Shuhua's eyelids were jumping straight. He had a bad feeling. He was restless all day. It's about thinking about the day and dreaming about the night. That night, those memories that have been covered with dust for many years suddenly come to dream, overwhelming and threatening to disturb all nerves.

It was the day after Jiang MINCHANG died. In Jiangbei, someone took Wen's belongings and pawned them in a pawnshop. The police contacted her that day to claim them.

On the phone, the police said: "Ms. Wen, the suspect has also been found."

"Who is it?"

"It's a burglar. The footprints near the flower house are exactly the same as those of the suspect, and his fingerprints are also found on the glass flower house."

Because there is no witness, the thief, so far, is the only one who appears at the scene of the crime.

At that time, wenshuhua had just lost her husband, and she was so sad and excited that she said, "I want to sue him! I want him to die! "

At that time, she thought that the thief was the murderer, and even wanted him to die, regardless of the doubt.

On the third day of the crime, the thief's mother came to Wen's house, crying and pleading for mercy.

"Your son killed someone, I want him to pay for his life!" she said

The woman knelt down and cried, "it wasn't my son who killed it, it wasn't him."

"Mrs. Wen, you let him go."

"Man is not my son. Please let him go. Please."

Wenshuhua didn't want to hear a word. He determined that the thief was the murderer. The more he saw the woman, the more shameless she felt. He had the face to beg for mercy. He told the servant: "drive her away immediately!"

"Mrs. Wen!"

"Please let my son go."

"It wasn't my son who killed him. He was wronged. He only stole things. He didn't kill people. He didn't kill people!"

"Mrs. Wen, Mrs. Wen..."

The woman was dragged out by the servants, crying all the way.

Wen Shuhua smashed the teacup on the ground. When he was angry, his hand was caught. The little hand was Jin Yu.

At that time, he was not yet eight years old. He was innocent. His eyes were bright and clean. He took his mother's hand and said, "Mom, Wenshi is good at pushing."

Wen Shuhua was stunned.

Small children, but especially tough eyes: "Dad is not dead, he will move." He looks stubborn, obviously afraid, but courage to say, "is Wenshi good push dad, would have moved, she pushed him, and then did not move."

Children's words are clear.

Wen Shuhua was shocked and looked at the child growing up to her waist. He couldn't believe it: "Jinyu, what are you talking about?"

"Wen Shihao pushed him." His eyes were red, I don't know if he was afraid of it. He was about to cry, but he forbear, "it's not that thief, it's not my sister, it's wenshihao."

"She did it!" he shouted

Wen Shuhua was shocked for a long time. He returned to his mind. The first thing he did was to cover Jiang Jinyu's mouth and scold him angrily: "Jin Yu, don't talk around!"

He pushed away: "I see it, it's her!"

"She pushed it!"

Wenshuhua grabbed his arm and released a hand to cover his mouth: "no nonsense! Shut up. Do you hear me? Shut up

It was a child of seven or eight years old. He was afraid and scared. He hid in the room and cried.

A week after the crime.

That day, the Wen Shuhua family came to the guest, wenshuhua to the servants are open, led the guest to the upstairs, her bedroom.

The door wasn't closed, she didn't notice. There was a small figure behind the door."What is the real cause of death?" Wen Shuhua asked.

In her forties, Xue Pinghua, a chubby woman, was a forensic doctor in charge of the Wen family's murder. She said, "the depressed fracture of the skull resulted in the death of intracranial hemorrhage."

Wen Shuhua is surprised: "isn't it a midriff?"

Xue Pinghua explained: "although there is a lot of blood in the abdomen, it has not hurt the key point, and it is not fatal." "The real cause of death is indeed intracranial hemorrhage," she added

After hearing this, she was silent for a long time, then got up, took out a white envelope from the drawer in front of the dresser, and handed it to Xue Pinghua: "Ms. Xue, on the autopsy report, I hope the cause of death is abdominal bleeding."

Xue Pinghua hesitated for a short time, took the envelope, opened it and looked at the face value of the check inside, then nodded, "I see."

At this time, the servant outside the door suddenly shouted, "little young master."

When wenshuhua in the room looked up, he found that the door opened a small gap, looked back at Xue Pinghua, she put the envelope away, wenshuhua went to open the door, and told the servant, "ask the driver to see off the guests."

"It's Madame."

After Xue Pinghua left, she sent other servants to wave to Jiang Jinyu and call him: "Jinyu, come here."

He entered the room timidly.

She stood in front of him: "what did you hear?"

Seven or eight year olds, still don't understand, can't lie: "you give that person money."

She corrected: "you are wrong, not money."

He shook his head. "It's money. I know the check."

At that time, although Jin Yu was young, he was very early in the Ming Dynasty, and he was obstinate.

Wen Shuhua squatted in front of him and could only coax: "Jin Yu, don't say anything to others. No matter what you see, don't open your mouth. You should be able to see nothing and know nothing."

He is ignorant, but stubborn: "but my sister pushed dad."

She was furious and shouted, "she didn't!"

"She has!"

"You --"

he doesn't listen, stares at his mother and shouts at his throat: "it's her, she's a bad person! The police don't want to arrest my sister Shengsheng. She is the villain! "

Wen Shuhua raised his hand and slapped him in the face: "shut up!"

He was quiet and red eyed.

Wen Shuhua can't bear to leave the beginning and say, "if you dare to talk nonsense again, mom won't want you!"

After all, I'm afraid when I'm young.

He covered his mouth, not daring to cry, and sobbed in a low voice.

Later, Jin Yu didn't speak much. He hid when he saw his mother. After a few days, he was ill. His mother brought an old grandfather and said, "Jin Yu, this is a doctor. I'm here to see you."

He stepped back and covered his head with a quilt.

Wen Shuhua covered his mouth and almost cried. He sat beside the bed, lifted the quilt, bit his teeth, and pulled him out of the quilt: "Grandpa will treat you, and you will be OK."

He ducked timidly and said no.

Wen Shuhua hugged him and cried, "Jin Yu, I'm sorry, mom shouldn't hit you, but mom is not good."

He did not struggle, looked up at his mother, reached out, wiped her tears, and whispered, "Mom, Jin Yu didn't lie, she really pushed it."

Wen Shuhua cried out.

"Mom, don't cry."

"I'm not talking, I'm not talking..."

After coaxing Jin Yu to sleep, Wen Shuhua came out of the room and dried his tears: "Dr. Qiao, can you let him forget something?"

Doctor Qiao hesitated: "little young master is too young, a little careless, I'm afraid there will be an accident."

She clutched the palm of her hand and kept silent for a long time: "is there any way to make him unable to open his mouth?"

"Madame is afraid of little young master's disorderly speech?" After a long struggle, Dr. Joe was a little impatient and hesitated, "but there's a way."

"Say it."

Later, Jin Yu never spoke again. He hid in the room or even in the cupboard all day. He didn't see strangers or say a word.

It took a whole year for him to speak again, just a few words. If he didn't ask him, he would never speak. He would always sit alone, head down and do some repetitive actions.

One day, Wen Shuhua asked him, "Jinyu, do you remember about the flower house?"

He raised his head without a ripple in his eyes.

She was not at ease, and asked again: "Jinyu, do you remember to answer your mother?"

He lowered his head and shook it.

She remembered that Jin Yu had not called her mother for a long time.

The psychiatrist diagnosed Autism with social phobia.

Since then, there have always been doctors in and out of Wen's house. In the children's room on the second floor, there are many bottles, bottles and cans, all of which are Jinyu's medicines. He is not talking and afraid of strangers. He has never been to school again. He has no friends or playmates. He always sits alone. He doesn't know what he is looking at. There is no shadow in his eyes.Once, when the psychiatrist just left, Wen shuning quipped as if he were true: "sister, you are really cruel."

Wen Shuhua is not sure so: "what do you say?"

"Didn't you make your son autistic?" Wenshuning squints, which means a lot.

Wen Shuhua immediately went down his face and said, "what are you talking about?"

Wenshuning leaned on the handrail of the stairs and held his hands well. "If not, why don't so many psychiatrists treat him well and prescribe medicine every day?"

Wen Shuhua looks nervous: "I don't know what you are talking about."

She was more bluff in her impatience.

Wenshuning smiled: "I don't know what you are doing."

Of course, she won't tell the old man that she can't ask for it. Even if the old man no longer likes a man, he can't reuse it.

On the second floor, the two brothers and sisters are tit for tat again.

After suffering from autism, Jin Yu didn't like to talk or pay attention to others. He didn't care about anyone, but when he saw Wen Shihao, his empty eyes were full of hatred and anger.

Wen Shihao didn't like Jin Yu at all. When he was autistic, she was even more disgusted: "what do you stare at?"

After a year's illness, he was thin, staring at her eyes, and his voice was tender. He scolded her one by one: "bad, human."

The girl sniffed, with contempt in her eyes: "go away, you idiot!"

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