Chapter 187： : The truth about the fire, Xu Fang's mother (two more

Fang Ideal said: "Yes." She said, "I will also take someone there."

Fang Ideal brought her father, Lao Fang.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, they met at the coffee shop.

When Zhou Xufang got there and saw someone, he greeted him first: "Hello, Uncle Fang." Jiang Zhi's expression was not very kind and friendly, with a shady face, sitting next to Zhou Xufang.

The old party was so excited that he was crying.

"This is my dad." Fang Ideal thinks it is necessary to give a formal introduction.

Zhou Xufang nodded, Jiang Zhi had already told her.

After saying hello, he fell silent.

Fang Ideal first called the waiter over and ordered something to drink.

"Ideal." Zhou Xufang spoke first.

"Huh?" Fang Ideal today is not as full of vitality as usual, and he can't laugh. Looking at Zhou Xufang, his eyes... are very sad.

Zhou Xufang was very calm and normal: "When did you recognize me?"

She hoped that she didn't recognize it at the beginning.

Fang Ideal repeatedly stirred the cup of coffee in front of him: "I saw your necklace in the dressing room of the Studio City that time, and I recognized it at that time." She explained, "Every time Lao Fang gets drunk, he will follow me. I can memorize your story."

Zhou Xufang nodded.

It's not right at the beginning, when they found out, they were already friends, that's it.

After Fang Ideal finished speaking, he stabbed her father with an elbow: "Lao Fang, do all the tricks."

The Lao Fang hadn't prepared it yet, feeling a little at a loss. He picked up the ice drink in front, took a sip, and calmed down before speaking.

"At that time, there were three people trapped in the fire. The housekeeper had died and the gardener injured his left eye."

The third person is Zhou Xufang.

Lao Fang took a breath and continued: "You were badly injured at the time. When I carried you out, you were unaware."

At that time, the Luo family was in the fire, and the external explanation was two deaths and one injury.

Actually not, Zhou Xufang was still angry when he went out of the fire.

Lao Fang said: "The ambulance was waiting outside. There was no one from Luo's family to follow the car, so I went up." Lao Fang was lost in memory, and it took a long time to come out. The expression on his face was already serious. "There are two nurses in the car. There was also a male doctor. On the way to the hospital, the male doctor announced the time of death."

After a pause, the Lao Fang looked at Zhou Xufang and said, "But at that time, you were still alive."

Jiang Zhi asked: "That doctor, do you still have any impression?"

Lao Fang shook his head: "He is wearing a mask, about 1.7 meters tall. He should be middle-aged."

"Which hospital?"

"Changling Hospital."

Changling Hospital.

Luo Qinghe's uncle, Xiao Yi.

Jiang Zhimei's eyes became cold, and he asked: "What conditions did he give you?"

Lao Fang’s eyes were red, and his strong sense of self-blame made him unable to lift his head: "Ideal was in hospital at the time and was undergoing heart surgery. Because of the cost, it has been delayed."

Zhou Xufang looked at Fang ideal.

She lowered her head and her nose was red.

The old Fang choked up as he said, "I asked the doctor to take you away, and then told the Luo family...that your rescue was ineffective."

Lao Fang wiped his eyes, tears bursting into tears: "I am not a human being, I—"

Zhou Xufang interrupted him: "You brought me back." She said calmly, "If it weren't for you, I would die in the fire."

There was no resentment in her tone.

"That's two different things. I am a firefighter. It is my duty to save you." Even if he recites the person, he is not qualified to sell that life.

This is the fact. He betrayed a child's life for his daughter.

"I made the crime."

The father and daughter sitting across from each other were crying, one of them had flushed eyes.

Zhou Xufang was a little bit sour, for herself and for the father and daughter, she guessed that they must have condemned themselves for the past eight years.

Therefore, when Fang Ideal recognized her, Lao Fang came to her community as a doorman, probably trying to make up for her.

In fact, after careful calculation, she is the victim and the beneficiary: "You saved me twice." She asked the truth and said, "If I was rescued that night, I should not survive today. Those people wanted. It's my death."

It's a coincidence.

What the old party happened to give to the Luo family was the news of her death.

Zhou Xufang's eyes were quiet, speaking slowly: "Uncle Fang, you don't have to blame yourself, either intentionally or unintentionally, you have saved me twice."

Lao Fang shed tears.

Xiao Fang also shed tears.

The father and daughter cried and became dogs.

The Lao Fang choked: "There is one more thing. The injury on your body is not caused by fire." He pointed to the position on his chest, "You have a big hole here, but I didn't watch it at the scene. As far as the weapon is concerned, I suspect," At this point, Lao Fang felt heartbroken, "I suspect it was murder."

At that time, the child was only fourteen years old. What kind of hatred did he have, and he had to treat her like this.

Murder...

Then miss her to die.

After Lao Fang and Ideal left, Zhou Xufang sat there in a daze.

Jiang Zhi asked in her ear, "What are you thinking?"

Her thoughts drifted away and her eyes were very empty: "After I escaped from the laboratory, because of my self-healing and regenerative ability, there are no more scars on my body." She stretched out her hand and pressed it on her chest, where there was a scar. , The size of a thumb, she seemed to be talking to herself, "The scars here should be those from the fire. They are steel bars."

She raised her eyes, looked at Jiang Zhi, and said, "It was made of steel bars."

It's a wound cut out by steel bars and a hammer.

"I just can't figure it out, I'm already in the fire, do you want to kill me? Are you afraid that the fire won't kill me?" She thought she didn't remember, so she wouldn't be sad.

seems not.

It turned out that in this world, someone wanted her to die so eagerly, and that person was probably her blood relative.

Jiang Zhi put his hand on the back of her hand and gently pressed the scar: "Does it still hurt now?"

She shook her head: "It's good, it doesn't hurt."

Jiang Zhi held her hand and put it to his lips to kiss.

"Jianzhi."

"Ok."

She asked him: "Could it be that I made a big mistake?"

She was still a child back then, how big a mistake she could make. Jiang Zhi shook his head and said to her: "They committed the crime, and they are the one who cannot be forgiven."

The bad guys do bad things, it is the bad guys' fault.

Jiang Zhi said: "Criminals are criminals. Don't find any reason for their cruelty. No matter what excuses, they can't be a reason for crime."

Zhou Xufang nodded.

"The doctor in the ambulance, do you know who it is?"

"It's just a guess." Jiang Zhi said, "It may be Luo Qinghe's uncle. He is a doctor of biomedicine. It should be he who sent you to the genetic laboratory. As for his purpose, it is not clear."

Outside, the rain is still falling.

The winter rain is bitingly cold.

Tang Xiang's office was on the eighth floor of the Luo Group. The inside line rang, and she picked up the phone to answer it.

"Manager Tang." The secretary of the general manager's office outside said, "A gentleman wants to see you." The secretary said again, "This gentleman has no appointment."

Tang wanted to put the signed document aside: "His last name."

The secretary said: "He said his last name is Zhou."

Tang Xiang suddenly remembered that Zhou Xufang also had his surname Zhou. She knew who this Mr. Zhou was: "Help me book a seat in a nearby coffee shop."

"Okay, Mr. Tang."

The cafe is very close to Luo's, and Tang Xiang will be there in ten minutes.

The other party was already waiting, sitting in a wheelchair.

Tang wanted to walk over: "Hello, anchor Zhou."

Zhou Qingrang raised his head, his eyes were clear, black and white, there was no trace of smoke or turbidity in it, he said, "Hello."

Like a person in a painting, beautiful is beautiful, a little bit less vivid, as if incompatible with this world.

It seems to be a lot different from him in the vague memory. Tang wanted to pull away the chair and sit down: "There are so many people in the company, please forgive me if you are here."

Zhou Qing's tone was light: "It's okay."

Tang wanted a cup of warm water, and looked at the elegant and clean man opposite: "You are looking for me, what's the matter?"

He was sitting in a wheelchair. The wheelchair was a little higher than the chair in the shop. From the angle of Tang Xiang, he could just see his face. His skin was very white. It should be because of a long illness.

Because he has been lying in the hospital for fifteen years and his health is very bad, his legs should be very painful on this kind of rainy day.

Tang Xiang couldn't help but fall on his lap. It should be that he was not wearing a prosthesis, and one side of the blanket was empty.

He put the hospital's payment certificate on the table and said: "During my stay in the hospital, it was your father who helped me pay the hospital fee."

For fifteen years, it has always been.

Tang Xiang's eyes were red, and he lowered his head and took a sip of water: "He is no longer alive."

Her father was an upright person, just a little timid, and respectful to the Luo family.

Zhou Qingrang took out a card and pushed it in front of her: "Thank you." He said solemnly, "Thank you."

When he was hospitalized, he was only fourteen years old and unaccompanied.

If it weren't for her father, he would be dead. The phrase ‘thank you’ is late, but you still have to say it, you have to tell your family.

A word of thanks made Tang Xiang burst into tears. She raised her head, wiped away the tears with a smile, looked at Zhou Qingrang, and called him: "Uncle, do you remember me? When you were at Luo's house," she Signed, "I'm so tall."

When Zhou Qingrang went to Luo's family, he was fourteen years old, and Tang Xiang was only five years old.

The Luo family’s child is only a little bit older, and when he is called a stinky beggar, only Tang wants to chase him and call his uncle.

Zhou Qing let his head nod, a very faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "Remember, you are not good at math."

Tang missed studying early. At that time, she just went to school, because she was young and could not learn well, especially in mathematics. She knew that one plus two was equal to three, and two plus one, she didn't know how much.

She took a book bigger than her face and went to the second floor to look for her little uncle, and softly shouted: "Little uncle, little uncle." The little girl doll climbed onto the bed in the room with two short legs. Put the book on the book, and asked grinningly, "How do you do this?"

At that time, the boy had red lips and white teeth. He liked to laugh very much. His eyes curled when he smiled: "I taught this question yesterday."

The little girl hammered in annoyance: "I forgot again."

She's so stupid, she doesn't know what two plus one is equal to.

The teenager was patient, grabbed her hand and taught her to count.

Downstairs, the girl was shouting: "Clean up, clear up."

The gentle voice is a girl from Jiangnan Water Village.

The little girl didn't want to count anymore, she climbed out of bed and pulled the boy's school uniform: "Aunt Qing Meng is calling you."

The gentle girl yelled again downstairs, saying, "It's time to eat."

The teenager upstairs responded: "Here."

That year, Zhou Qingmeng had just arrived at the Luo family. She was less than seventeen years old. She was the most fancy age for a girl. She took her younger brother to the Luo family and ran away. The Luo family placed their brother and sister in a small bungalow. , Tang Xiang’s family of three lives on the first floor, and Zhou’s sister and brother live on the second floor.

Tang remembered to stand up: "Little Uncle."

Zhou Qing stopped the hand pushing the wheelchair. He sat in the wheelchair and turned his head.

Tang Xiang looked at him with red eyes: "Car accident." She choked, "My father said that it was not an accident."

That high-spirited young man has lost a leg, is weak and lonely.

He didn't say anything, pushing the wheelchair and walking away, his thin back straightened.

On the day of his sister's accident, the weather was the same as today, it was very cold and raining. It was Monday, and he stayed at school.

At ten o'clock in the evening, he received a call from his sister.

"sister."

On the phone, the gasp was anxious, and no one spoke.

He shouted again: "Sister?"

His sister cried on the phone: "Qing let alone."

He was frightened, got up from the bed in the dormitory, took his coat and ran out: "What's the matter?"

"Qingran," she was still crying, shouting, "Qingran, save me..."

Her voice was trembling, afraid, helpless, and desperate.

He was so anxious that he ran into the rain without holding an umbrella: "Where are you?"

His sister did not answer, her voice getting farther and farther.

"sister!"

"sister!"

There is no sound anymore.

He went crazy and ran to Luo's house, but before he saw his sister, he fell down and fell to the door of Luo's house, and a car squeezed over his lap...

This time he lay down for fifteen years. He had been a vegetative for fifteen years. When he woke up, his sister was gone.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, covering his heart, his heart was twitching, he stretched his neck like a dehydrated fish, breathing heavily, his pale face slowly reddened, and all the blue veins on his neck burst out.

Can't breathe...

He clung to the armrest of the wheelchair, scratching his nails on it.

"Mr!"

"Mr!"

The young girl bent down and held his hand: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Qing let the hand tightly, his throat seemed to be blocked: "Medicine." He was trembling all over, his face was already blue, he grasped the hand of the person in front of him, like the last straw, "Medicine... "