Chapter 922

"You want to know?" Sang Shixi asked.

"Well." Of course she wanted to know, but what could Sanshi answer her?

"What do you think it is?" He asked her.

"The family of the man who was wounded by your father."

"What?"

"How much do you want?" All of a sudden, sang Shixi asked her this question, and Lin Xianyu was seriously pricking a needle.

About sang Shixi has been used to the pain of acupuncture. The pain and numbness from the acupuncture points are very comfortable. There is a feeling that the cells of the whole body are recovering.

As long as Dad's OK, there's hope.

After the fight with Sang Shixi, his mood suddenly improved a lot.

"I can't go away. I'm going to put a needle for you."

"If you disappear from my eyes, I won't say a word."

"Dawson, I find you talk more." Lin Xianyu held his cheek and gazed at him: "before you didn't say a word a day, now you don't stop talking."

"You can't do anything else. It's better to talk back."

"Fortunately you can't move yet." Lin Xianyu recovered a little. Just now, he was in a mood of ups and downs, like a roller coaster.

"If you can move." He gritted his teeth: "I will swing round and push you down."

"Da sang, try to see if you can move your arm."

Lin Xianyu clearly saw that sang Shixi's fingers moved, and even his whole palm moved.

"Lin Xianyu!" If sang Shixi could move, he would go and overturn her.

"Don't be so stingy. I've taken a bath and changed my clothes."

"Get up!" His voice mixed with disgust: "I hate people sitting in my bed."

"My legs are soft. Sit down. Your bed is so big and soft."

Almost as she landed on his bed, she heard sang Shixi's dissatisfied voice: "get up."

Lin Xianyu was relieved and sat on Sang Shixi's bed.

Fortunately, Dad's condition is the same as that mentioned by sang Shixi. He's OK. His skull hasn't cracked. He has to be treated in the hospital, and then a psychologist will intervene.

Lin Xianyu first called to verify before he could rest assured that he would not let sang Shixi pick her up. It was better to pick him up.

No matter how angry you are, you have to get along with Sanglin.

"Guess what."

"And what on earth?"

"The story tells us." "If you don't believe someone in the first place, don't choose him to be your microphone," he said with a sneer

This time listening to what he said is true, Lin Xianyu held his mobile phone in his hand and asked incredulously, "is it true or not?"

Sang Shixi said faintly while reading a Book: "he's OK. His skull hasn't cracked. He hasn't eaten for several days. It's impossible to kill himself. Moreover, the confinement room is made of wood partitions, which is to prevent the prisoners from doing radical things when they are alone."

Lin Xianyu hates him and really wants to jump over and bite him, but he doesn't know what happened to his father, so he has to prepare to dial back.

Sang Shixi sneered and turned to continue reading.

"I dare not listen."

"You don't trust me. Why should I listen?"

Lin Xianyu's heart raised again. She looked at him dully and inexplicably: "what do you say? What on earth? "

"False, your father is dead." He added.

"Oh, really?" She let out a long sigh of relief: "great."

"Your father is out of danger." He told her.

"What did they say?" Her nervous heart throbbed.

"That's it?" Duxianlin has hung up the phone.

"All right." Sang Shixi tilted his head to keep his cell phone away from his ears.

Anyway, he was always expressionless.

Lin Xianyu couldn't hear a word of what the person in the mobile phone said, and she couldn't see any clue from sang Shixi's expression.

Or from the prison, she was a little afraid to answer, connected and put it in Sang Shixi's ear: "you help me listen."

Lin Xianyu fell into thinking. Suddenly, the mobile phone in her pocket rang, and she immediately jumped up.

Inside and outside the prison, it's two worlds.

Sang Shixi had been in the detention center for a while. Although he didn't have a long time, he had a taste of it.

"Of course. What do you mean, you've been in prison?" Lin Xianyu looked at him in disbelief.

"Of course."

"It's like you've been in jail." Lin Xianyu whispered.

"Yes, after ten years of separation from society, what is the outside world like now? Don't say whether you can accept him or not, he can't fit in himself. "

"Nearly ten years."

"How many years has he been in prison?"

"Escape to suicide?""It's not just fear, it's escape."

"You mean he's afraid to face reality?"

According to the truth, the day of dad's release has long come, but every time before he gets out of prison, something will happen, and then it will be delayed indefinitely.

After careful consideration, it seems that it really is.

Lin Xianyu is silly. No one has ever said such a thing to her or made such an analysis.

"He may know it at the first time," Sang Shixi told her with a smile, "your father is a person who is afraid of facing the reality. He knows that his wife has died long ago. His daughter hides the truth painstakingly. He is struggling with his brother, but he just doesn't want to face him. First, when he got out of prison, he had to face the fact that his wife died, and he didn't want to accept it. Second, as soon as he gets out of prison, he has to face such a family. His disabled son and his daughter will marry out sooner or later. At that time, a lot of mess will be pushed to him. If you stay away from the real world for a long time, you will be afraid of the whole world

"He doesn't know!"

"But your mother died long ago."

"Why? I can see my mother when I get out of prison, doesn't he want to? "

"There's only one reason he's afraid to get out of jail." He looked at her.

Even without careful consideration, she nodded: "it seems so. Why is that?"

When Lin Xianyu thought about it, it seemed that it was true.

"As far as I know, your father would have been out of prison if he had a normal sentence, but every time he was about to get out of prison, he would cause some trouble and then increase the sentence."

"And you know?"

"Your father is not a fool, and he doesn't know that your mother has been dead for so many years? This is only a small part of the reason for his suicide. "

"In fact, my father loves my mother very much. I've kept it from him all the time about my mother's death. Maybe now he knows that my mother has already died, so he feels that there is no love in life..."

"their family wants five million."

Sang Shixi suddenly smiles. Lin Xianyu can't understand his smile.

"What's the matter? Why laugh?"