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Lu Wei changed into his own clothes, went through the discharge procedures again and went downstairs.

He was not seriously injured, but his forehead was cut by a fragment of a teacup and he had a few stitches.

The reason why Zhang Shun and the others kept him in the hospital was firstly because they didn't want Lu Wei to deal with the follow-up bad things, and secondly, to avoid suspicion.

They tracked down Zou Guoxiang for so long, and finally found out some brows, but they still couldn't catch up with the unexpected arrival.

His mother, Lu Wenqin, suddenly lost her husband who had been with her for nearly 20 years. Even if she remarried, she would inevitably feel sad and sad.

As her only relative, Lu Wei needs to do far more than accompany her at this time.

"Do you want to go with me?"

Xue Han paused while holding the steering wheel, and shook his head silently.

Lu Wei didn't say much anymore, just told him to go back and get a good sleep.

There was a lot of traffic, and the cars going outside the city lined up and headed south happily.

In contrast, the atmosphere in their car was indeed too lifeless.

The security guards in the community happened to catch up with the shift change, and the previous one hadn't left yet. While chatting with the replacement, they saw a black SUV parked at the gate of the community.

A tall and handsome man got out of the car, with a dazzling white gauze wrapped around his forehead.

"Hey, does this guy get popular when spring starts?" The tall and thin security guard couldn't stop smacking his lips while holding a plastic water cup covered with tea stains.

The other had a beer belly, rolled his eyes, and said in a low voice, "This is the son of old prison guard Zou, but ah, it wasn't his own, it was brought by his wife."

The tall and thin security guard suddenly had gossip in his eyes, and exaggerated: "Yo, yo, is that so, why don't you see him often? I stare hard."

The beer belly saw that the man went straight into the community, so he slapped his thigh, let go of his voice and said, "Damn, everyone is dead, didn't they all expose the film if they didn't come before?"

"Did someone die? Who died?" The tall, thin man patted his head and said in surprise, "The old prison guard?!"

"you do not say."

"Oh, how did you die? Didn't you see the couple go shopping for groceries the day before yesterday?"

The beer belly scratched his stomach and sighed: "Who is old enough to be free from illness and disaster? I heard from my daughter-in-law that she was taken away by an ambulance yesterday morning, but when they were carried out I stopped moving, and I heard that I kicked my legs on the operating table."

"But ah, Aunt Zhang next door can tell, she saw his son get into the ambulance with her own eyes! That blood on the forehead... Hey. Take a look, take a look!"

The tall and thin man let out a short but meaningful "Yo", and said excitedly, "The old prison guard was pissed off when the two fought?!"

As he said that, he was not in a hurry to get off work, and the two of them chattered in the small duty room, only a pot of wine and a plate of fried peanuts were missing.

Lu Wei returned to his hometown, but when he opened the door, he saw a strange visitor——Xu Jinmei.

She and Lu Wenqin sat at the dining table alone. There was no tea, only two cups of white water.

When Lu Wenqin saw Lu Wei, the red and swollen eye circles became sore and hot again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mom just went to the hospital to see you, why don't you stay for two more days?"

Before Lu Wei could reply, Xu Jinmai frowned at the scar on his forehead, and the vitriol was highlighted again, "Wen Qin, don't worry, a little injury like this is nothing serious."

A look of surprise flashed in Lu Wei's eyes. With this tone, it sounds like Xu Jinmao and his mother are familiar?

Lu Wenqin seemed to believe in Xu Jinmao's words, nodded slowly, and beckoned Lu Wei to come and sit down.

"That brat didn't come with you?" Xu Jinmao glanced outside the door and said angrily.

"No." Lu Wei lowered his eyebrows and went to the kitchen to boil a pot of boiling water and make a pot of hot tea.

He didn't use the tea that Zou Guoxiang liked to drink when he was alive, but the eight-treasure tea that Xue Han begged from the white beard shareholders.

There is rock sugar in the eight-treasure tea, which tastes sweet, and a cup of it dilutes the bitterness in Lu Wenqin's throat.

During the period, Lu Wei wanted to ask Xu Jinmao why he was here several times, but they were suppressed by Lu Wenqin's sobs.

The furnishings in the room were the same as yesterday, but the mess was hastily tidied up.

For a moment, the human touch in Lu Wei's heart also involuntarily emerged...

Zou Guoxiang didn't talk to him much since he was a child, and only when he decided to enter the police academy did Zou Guoxiang start to look him in the eye.

Recalling, Zou Guoxiang seemed to ask him why he wanted to be a policeman on the sidelines. Lu Wei couldn't remember what he answered, but Zou Guoxiang seemed to chat with him for a long time that day, and finally sent him six words-don't do nothing.

Don't be idle...

Lu Wei's hand that just raised the teacup slowly dropped again.

He did, but now what?

If you really want to put what he gains and what he loses on the balance, I am afraid that the balance will also be wobbly, and I don't know which side to fall to.

The comforting words were all on his lips, but he couldn't say them.

The three of them were silent for a long time, Xu Jinmai drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, the bottom of the cup and the table made dull noises.

"Wen Qin, Yu Qing, I shouldn't be talking to you about this now."

As Xu Jinmei said, she raised her eyes to look at Lu Wei, and found that Lu Wei was also staring at her seriously.

Lu Wenqin's fingertips turned white as he pinched the tissue, bit his lip and said nothing.

"Yu Li." Xu Jinyi turned to Lu Wenqin again, her eyes were calm and calm, "I need to remind you, when you wake up from a dream, don't pretend to be asleep anymore."

Lu Wei's eyes darkened, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and then he smoothed it out very quickly when Lu Wenqin's terrified gaze drifted over.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about, Jinmei."

Overnight, Lu Wenqin seemed to have aged a lot, the corners of his lips drooped, his cheeks were sunken, he gritted his teeth and avoided looking.

She was pure and good all her life, not a person who was good at lying.

At that moment, Lu Wei's face turned blue, as if something in his heart fell to the ground, he suddenly understood Xue Han's mood.

——The sense of soul separation that runs counter to one's blood relatives.

Lu Wei's chest heaved up and down, and he tried his best to calm down: "Mom, what happened?"

Lu Wenqin was about to get up subconsciously, but Lu Wei held his hand. The hot palm made Lu Wenqin startled.

"Mom." Lu Wei said softly, his low-mellow voice carried a strong sense of comfort, "Look at me."

For some reason, Lu Wenqin stared blankly at Lu Wei's deep and gentle eyes, an unspeakable sense of guilt welled up in his eyes, and tears welled up again...

Seeing this scene, Xu Jinyi stood up silently and went to the balcony, leaving room for the mother and son to talk alone.

Lu Wei gently embraced Lu Wenqin, and a pained look flashed across her face where she couldn't see it.

Lu Wenqin cried hysterically, as if years of trembling had been vented with tears.

How would she continue to live in the old house with one person missing.

What about the newspapers she had folded and organized?What to do with that person's favorite pickled side dish?

She has kept the secret for him for so many years, what is she going to do.

Lu Wei gently supported her thin back, the crying in his ears was so shrill, but he could do nothing, let alone share his mother's pain.

Until Lu Wenqin gradually stopped crying, Lu Wei's eyes were already blushing.

Lu Wenqin straightened up, holding Lu Wei's cheeks with wrinkled hands, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were still dripping with tears, but she smiled very kindly, tremblingly said: "My son has grown up."

She caressed Lu Weiying's brows with her fingertips, and said with a smile, "You're still so handsome, just like your father."

Lu Wei was taken aback, then slightly hooked his lips, and said in a low voice, "Mom was born well."

Hearing this, Lu Wenqin shook his head, and his eyes suddenly widened, as if he saw someone through this face, "I am sorry for you, and let you be born in a drunkard's family."

"It's not your fault." Lu Wei closed his eyes and said calmly.

After all, what kind of family environment a person is born in, regardless of whether he is rich or poor, cannot be decided by himself.

"Blame me." Lu Wenqin stood up slowly, "Blame me for being weak, and blame me for not making up my mind to leave him sooner..."

There are only zero and countless times of domestic violence. She should have figured it out a long time ago, but she still brings her children to suffer.

She took down an old photo frame from the shelf in the entrance, on it was a photo of Lu Wei and herself when she was a child.

It was the first photo of their mother and son together shortly after Lu Wei's father was imprisoned.

Lu Wenqin looked at the photo with nostalgia, then opened the frame, and a thin and yellowed paper fell out from inside.

"This is..." Lu Wenqin picked it up shortly and handed it to Lu Wei, "Your father's arrest certificate when he was taken away."

Lu Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he accepted it calmly...

The old-fashioned arrest notice is concise and to the point, and the round red stamp on it means that everything is settled.

But what Lu Wei saw at a glance was the signature of the policeman in charge...

——Zou Guoxiang.

"Your father is a foreigner, and it was too difficult to convict him in those days." Lu Wenqin sat back next to Lu Wei again, took a sip of cold tea, and said slowly: "Later, someone asked me to beg you Uncle Zou, saying that he had Relationship, also have this ability."

Lu Wenqin looked into Lu Wei's eyes as deep as pools of water, and didn't say it was because she was afraid that the young and stubborn Lu Wei would do something stupid, but smiled bitterly, "I finally found you Uncle Zou with the mentality of trying. I didn't have much money, and he refused at first."

Lu Wei's Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Then why did you agree to it later?"

Lu Wenqin lowered her eyelashes, her haggard face could vaguely show her youthful appearance, she hooked the broken hair on her cheeks behind her ears, and said softly: "Later... I went there more times, he Just promise me that as long as I marry him, he will do it for me."

She seemed to be afraid of what Lu Wei would say about this matter, so she quickly answered: "I was hesitant at first, after all, you Uncle Zou are many years older than me."

But she never imagined how Lu Wei would have the heart to blame her mother.

The domestic violence father was his childhood nightmare, but it was also Lu Wenqin's nightmare when he was young.

Lu Wei pursed the corners of his lips tightly and did not make a sound.

"But I found out later." Lu Wenqin lowered his head, "He just used my ordinary identity as a cover for himself..."

At this point in explaining the matter, Lu Wenqin finally hesitated.