Fan Meisheng's accidental death was originally an unfortunate traffic accident. However, because of the identity of the man on the bus and the "evidence" shown in the autopsy results, they all pointed to the fact that they had an improper relationship. Rong Ziang was completely crazy. For a moment, she was not sure whether the reason for her madness was fan Meisheng's death or the fact that she secretly derailed.
In particular, the doctor spoke very directly. Rong Ziang's head was full of that sentence: "in the body of the female dead, besides a lot of alcohol and coca, the essence y was also detected."
Rong Ziang's face was livid, which was worse than the people lying in the morgue. The doctor said a lot. Rong Ziang's left ear went in and right ear went out. At last, he heard only one sentence: "family members, I'm sorry, but I'll change."
The doctor leaves silently. Rong Ziang stands for a few seconds in the same place. Suddenly, she quickly steps towards the safety door. Rong Huishan catches up with her. As soon as she opens the door, she sees Rong Ziang punching and kicking against the wall.
"Brother!" Rong Huishan rushes up to stop her. Rong Ziang's eyes are red. She doesn't recognize her six relatives. With a flick of her elbow, Rong Huishan almost falls down the steps. Fortunately, she grabs the handrail beside her, but her foot is twisted. The pain makes her lie down on the steps.
"Ah Rong Zi'ang didn't know how to vent his anger. He roared and paced back and forth in the small stairwell. From his anger at the beginning to his moist eyes, he finally covered his face with his hands and choked.
Rong Huishan stood up and hugged Rong Ziang. Her voice was crying, "brother, don't do this..."
Rong Zi'ang collapses, and his grief and anger are intertwined, which makes him unable to cry, intermittently and intermittently.
Rong Huishan patted Rong Ziang on the back and whispered: "brother, you must hold on. If you do this, what can dad do?"
Rong Zi'ang's throat was strangled by others, so sore that his voice squeezed out, "how can I face dad? What can I tell Dad? "
Rong Huishan didn't make a sound. After a long time, she said, "we'll keep it from him
Rong Zi'ang didn't move for a moment when he heard the speech. After a while, he raised his head, wiped his face and said in a voice, "yes, I can't let dad know about it."
Rong Huishan said, "if you don't tell me, no one will know."
Rong Ziang nodded mechanically, "Dad has not been in good health these two years, and his blood pressure is high..."
Rong Huishan said: "I went to the hospital to say hello, this matter can not be spread, including the man's family members, I first communicate, Dad went out this time, said not long back to Shenzhen?"
Rong Zi'ang said, "maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow."
Rong Huishan said: "we must try to clean up the stall before dad comes back. We can't hide mom's accident. Even if we don't tell, we can't guarantee that someone else will call dad. What we can do is to cover up the process."
Rong Zi'ang is very afraid. Not only is Rong Yue in bad health, but he is also afraid that fan Meisheng's image of a good wife and mother will be destroyed. At the beginning, Rong Yue raised a second wife and had an illegitimate daughter outside. Fan Meisheng almost lifted the house at home. Because of the Fan family's background, Rong Yue dare not refute or divorce. Fan Meisheng has been oppressed by him for so many years, and now he knows what he has done.
Rong Ziang's girlfriends change very frequently, and there are many married people in the circle who are still playing outside. But when it's her turn, Rong Ziang's heart is broken, and even has some physiological acid regurgitation.
When Rong Huishan saw that he was still in the same place, he patted his arm. "Brother, the more this happens, the more you have to cheer up. You know what Dad's temper is. If you let him know..."
Rong Ziang's heart thumped for a moment, and he felt deeply. He stretched out his hand to wipe his face again. A few seconds later, he said, "I can't let him know, or my mother can't even get into the ancestral grave."
Hearing the speech, Rong Huishan's eyes turned red quickly and said in a low voice, "my father will be old sooner or later. I can't be alone. My mother loves my father so much."
This sentence seems unintentional, but in fact, it makes RongZi Ang's internal organs agitate. After a long time, he whispers: "at the beginning, my mother didn't let your mother go to her ancestral grave. These years, she has always been prejudiced against you. She may never dream of it. At last, it's you who want to save her face."
Rong Huishan shed tears in silence and said in a lower voice, "your mother is my mother. I always treat her as a family member, otherwise I would have no family."
Rong Zi'ang burst into tears, frowned, and said with a sour throat: "she keeps saying that she loves dad, so she can't stand dad looking for other women outside. I believe it..."
Rong Huishan patted Rong Ziang's arm. "Mom's gone. Don't say that."
Rong Zi'ang was suddenly very angry and repressed: "why does she have to torture me in this way? Why go with all the stains? Why should I hate her... "
The louder the words, the less Rong Ziang can't accept fan Meisheng's sudden departure. He lives in his hair with both hands. He wishes he can't collapse directly and don't walk on the edge of collapse and soberness. This is the most torture.
Rong Huishan said in a warm voice: "who can guarantee that what she said will be true all her life. Maybe when she was young, mom really loved dad, couldn't stand his betrayal, and couldn't accept me, but didn't she accept it later? Don't hate her. She knows it will hurt
Rong Zi'ang is really sad, sad about Rong Huishan's kindness, and his mother can't really let Rong Huishan go until she dies.
Rong Huishan dried her tears and adjusted her mood. "I'll go out to take care of the aftermath. If you're really in a bad mood, go home first and give it to me."
Rong Ziang felt guilty. He took a deep breath and said, "I'm with you."
"Can you?"
Rong Ziang nodded. Rong Huishan turned to leave. Rong Ziang said, "thank you, Huishan."
Rong Huishan said casually: "family, tell me what these are for... Now there are only three members left in our family."
Rong Ziang held back his tears and did not dare to speak.
Christmas is full of festive atmosphere. Even the hospital occasionally sees apples on the table with exquisite packaging. Rong Huishan and Rong Ziang act separately. The former contacts DK's PR home to negotiate and deal with them. The latter contacts the hospital, police and traffic police brigade to try to erase all traces.
On the 26th, as soon as Rong Ziang came home, he noticed that the atmosphere was not right. Sure enough, his aunt whispered to remind him that Rong Yue was back in his study.
Rong Zi'ang is guilty of being a thief. He always thinks that it's abnormal for Rong Yue to come back early, but he delusions that everything can go according to the plan. When he comes to the door of his study, he knocks on the door.
Inside the door, "come in."
When Rong Ziang pushes the door, the first thing he sees is not Rong Yue, but Rong Huishan standing in front of the table.
As Rong Ziang approached, Yu Guang looked at Rong Huishan's face, and then called out, "Dad."
Rong Yue sat at the back of the table with a cup of steaming hot tea in front of him. He said, "where's your mother?"
Rong Zi'ang's face suddenly turned pale, like a lump in his throat. After a long time, he said, "Dad, mom had a car accident. It's gone."
There was no sadness on Rong Yue's face. He said to himself, "why not?"
Rong Zi'ang said, "after drinking, the car fell into the lake."
"She drives her own car? What about the driver? "
Rong Zi'ang said: "my mother made an appointment with a friend and didn't take a driver. I didn't go far from home. I guess I want to..."
Before finishing speaking, Rong Yue grabs a cup of hot tea and throws it at him. Rong Huishan is quick eyed and quickly reaches for a hand. But the tea still splashes on Rong Zi'ang's chest, and soon burns it to the skin through her thin sweater.