Chapter 1719

Of course, I can't complete them. I'm crazy. I've torn all the camouflages apart. I'm flesh and blood, and I won't let them live. My world has completely collapsed. I said to myself, I will never let them go.

But my son doesn't understand. He doesn't understand why his mother became so crazy overnight. Yes, he will never understand what kind of destruction and betrayal his mother suffered.

My husband was determined to go back to the woman and ignore my bitter entreaties. In that night, while my son and I were sleeping, he took the children he had born with the woman. They were going to leave for a family reunion.

God, God, when my own son asks where my father and brother have gone over and over again, how can I answer? Do I want to tell him that our mother and son have been abandoned by their husband and father? How can I tell him the dirty and cruel truth? What should I do? What should I say

The only pride and dignity will never allow me to bow, nor will I allow myself to bow, so I curse them day and night, the ungrateful couple of men and women, the bad death of them, the eternal immortality of them.

Maybe God has mercy on me. I really heard my prayer. The world's cause and effect cycle will not let anyone go. Everyone has to pay the price for what they do.

That afternoon, I was in the office and received a call from the police. The police told me that my husband had been in a series of car accidents in other provinces and died. There was also a woman and a child with him who were not rescued. The police asked me to identify them.

The moment I put down the phone, I felt my blood was boiling, my hands and body were shaking, my brain was blank, but there was a voice in my heart that kept saying, retribution, retribution, all retribution, this is your retribution

That day, I was in the office laughing wildly. I couldn't tell whether I was crying or laughing.

I went to the police station and claimed the body.

I often described the situation of the car accident and the scene of the last discovery of the body. My husband held the woman, so his face was almost destroyed. This is the first time I saw the woman. Anyway, all the people died, and I can't see whether it looks good or not.

But her existence is the biggest satire and insult to me.

And the child I raised by hand, who hated deeply, but could not have no feelings at all. Now people are dead. What else can I say.

So in the end, I took the body of my husband and the child. As for the woman, I don't know her. I can't claim her. She will only be treated as a nameless corpse in the end. This is her retribution.

However, this is not enough to heal my inner wounds, nor to erase so many years of injury, my hatred, has been deep into the bone marrow.

When my son asks his father and brother over and over again, I can't tell him, because I want them to have no worship, even if they are ghosts, they can only be wandering souls, and I want them to be immortal.

I'm sorry, I'm not an expressive mother. I don't know how to deal with you, so please forgive me. I know that I'm ill and will soon die. This is probably my retribution. Cause and effect circulation, no one will be let go.

But I'm already tired. The only thing I can't let go of is you. I can't leave you anything except a mess. The future road can only depend on you.

I don't agree with you and that woman, because I know that the child is not yours at all, because I know that one day that woman will take the child and go with another man, I'm afraid you will repeat the same mistakes, I'm afraid to leave you to spend the rest of your life in regret and regret, my life has been destroyed, so I will never allow your life to be destroyed.

But I don't know how to express. Apart from this tough way of confrontation, I don't know how to communicate with you. I'm sorry. In this life, the person I'm most sorry for is you. I'm sorry for leaving you such an incomplete childhood and life.

Your father and eldest brother are buried in the cemetery on Shanchuan road. You can put my ashes in it together. Take care, son!

Qin Ruolan is unique.

Three pages of paper, more than three thousand words, the more scribbled and fuzzy the writing is at the end, maybe Qin Ruolan wrote it in tears.

Finally, Ning Shiqian finally knows where his father and big brother have gone. Finally, he knows the secret he has been searching for for for so many years. The truth is so cruel and cruel.

Looking at Qin Ruolan's pain and despair between the lines, how regretful he was, how regretful he didn't care more about her. In this whole thing, she was the one who had the hardest time. She raised the children of her husband and other women, and finally watched them go away and be abandoned. Her own son turned against her. These years, she should have lived How hard it is

Ning Shiqian holds the paper, weeping like a child with nothing.He's wrong. He's really wrong He really didn't know Qin Ruolan had such a hard time: "I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry, mom I'm sorry, I'm sorry. "

The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop; the son wants to raise, but the parent does not stay.

Life, no hypothesis, no beginning.

The cemetery on Shanchuan Road, just ten kilometers away, is the nearest one.

Ning Shiqian did not expect that his father and eldest brother, who had disappeared for many years, were actually so close to him.

Now, he came here for the first time with Qin Ruolan's ashes.

Their tombstone is located in the highest part of the whole cemetery, and the surrounding area is very clean. Only the photos on the tombstone have turned yellow.

There is also an empty place beside the tombstone. There are two dried chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone, which have been dried by air. It should have been left a long time ago.

Ning Shiqian came alone. He informed the administrator of the cemetery to help with the burial.

The manager was surprised and said, "is Mrs. Ning dead? She still looks so young."

"You know her?"

"Yes, I have. I've been here for more than ten years. She comes here twice every year, regardless of the weather. She sits alone all day. She also gives me some money regularly. It's a pity to ask me to clean the tombstone."

"Every year?"

"Yes, so I remember it very well."

She said that she hated her husband, but no love, where to hate, all hate, because of love.

"Thank you. I'll trouble you later." When Ning Qian'an buried the ashes of Qin Ruolan, he sat until dark and left.