Hechun and Jingming

Hechun took leave for more than one day, and he developed a fever that night, and was in a state of half-awake and half-sleep for more than 24 hours. He tried to open his eyes and sit up several times, but found himself limp and stretched his arms. The fat body is particularly sore and soft, just like what his mother Mo Shufang said when she disliked him, the flesh is loose and the muscles are weak.

In the unbearable heat, Mo Shufang's face was disintegrated in front of him, blending with the flickering and ambiguous light, as if it was about to turn into something terrible, and he was very anxious.

"Mother!"

A pair of slightly cool hands held his hand, bringing a comfortable coolness, smoothing his eagerness.So hot.He held on to the coolness tightly, with a force that was almost domineering.He also intuited that the coolness was like sand, and the tighter he held it, the faster it would be lost, so he wanted to relax, but his mind was so dizzy that he couldn't tell whether he was holding it tighter, or really relaxed.

Then fell into a deep sleep again.

He Rong carried him to give him an injection, and force-fed him several times. In the second night, he was sober for a while.Said to be sober, can not be compared with usual.He just lost his fever, opened his eyes, and stared at the ceiling in a daze. Qu Jingming poured water for him and asked him if he wanted to drink.

He listened, and after a while, he shifted his gaze to Qu Jingming's face, his eyes were bewildered.

Qu Jingming helped him up, brought the water glass to his mouth, and said softly, "Drink a glass of water. The doctor said that if you don't drink any more water, you will become dehydrated." Then he patted his back while feeding him water.

After drinking a glass of water, he felt his body was heavy again. He retracted into a ball and lay down, his eyes fixed on Qu Jingming, his throat was dry and sore. This was probably the worst illness he had ever suffered.

"Where are my parents?" He said, not a question.

Qu Jingming looked at him, but didn't answer.

After a while, tears gushed from the corners of his eyes, flowing from the raised corners of his eyes to his temples, and into his hair, as if there was a slight itching, but it didn't seem to be there.At this time, footsteps sounded outside, which was peaceful.He listened for a while, then lay on his side slowly, with his head buried, and said hoarsely, "Where are my parents..." Then he closed his eyes, and the tears gradually stopped.When He Rong came in, her younger brother seemed to have fallen asleep again.

Can't tell what's going on with his illness, the fever symptoms have been improved under the action of the medicine, but he is still in a drowsy sleep, occasionally waking up, always staring at the ceiling in a daze, or shrinking A group, almost no eye contact with people.He Rong went to the small clinic a few times behind his back. The doctor in the clinic checked him and said that there was no major problem with his body, but he was weak.

Even an invincible hand who has beaten Erxiao all over the place will also be weak?If he heard this when he was healthy, he would bend over laughing.But now, he can't even hear it.

He was in good health but still not getting better. He Rong had no choice but to take him to a big hospital for an examination. The doctors in the big hospital were more careful than the small clinics, and there were many more inspection items. In the end, she asked her to take the child to the psychiatric department.He Rong, a person who never cared about other people's life and death, couldn't help feeling frightened after hearing this, and hurriedly transferred to the psychiatric department.

Mild PTSD.

This is the seventh day after the death of He Yonglian and Mo Shufang, their son's medical certificate.

Holding the medical certificate, He Rong has never felt so heavy in his heart.

At this time, He Yonglian and Mo Shufang had not yet been buried, and their bodies were placed in the police station for endless autopsy.Because a policeman thought it was a murder case—the couple went to the newly rented hill together and passed a short section of gravel road. Judging from the rut marks, they first slowed down the speed of the car, and then sped up suddenly for some unknown reason. And it was a very flustered acceleration, which caused the car to go sideways and overturned into the roadside mountain depression, where there were more big stones, all of which were newly punched, and they were still very uneven.

Car crash.

The conscientious and cautious police officer believed that someone must have deliberately sprinkled a section of gravel on the flat road, and that the speed of the car slowed down and then accelerated suddenly. The driver, that is, He Yonglian, may have suffered something beyond his tolerance The unexpected shock... In short, this is no ordinary car accident.

As a relative, He Rong responded indifferently to this statement. She didn't seem to care about the truth of her father's death. When she heard that the body could not be taken back for burial immediately, she frowned and was slightly annoyed: "Then why did you send it to me that day?" Are we going home?"

It was the police officer who was brave enough to seek the truth, whose surname was Gu, who was in charge of telling the story. He had the same personality as himself, with an upright and awe-inspiring Chinese character face. Judging from the innocent and persistent childlike expression on his face, , younger than He Rong.He replied straightforwardly: "Recognize the corpse, we happened to pass by on our way back to the bureau."

He Rong: "...Did you leave according to the procedure?"

The police officer was taken aback and said nothing.

That is not pressed.He Rong looked away, looking like she was about to snort coldly, but she didn't, she just agreed to leave the corpse lightly, and then mentioned a few words that postponing the burial is disrespectful to the dead, and this person always talks about feudal superstition and etiquette Like, after finishing speaking, he took a cool look at Officer Gu, signed and left.

Police Officer Gu felt subconsciously guilty when she saw her. He touched the tip of his nose, wondering whether it was his virtue that was seen through by the victim's family, or the woman's eyes were so sharp.

These days, no policeman is interested in such a case that lacks evidence and is vague in nature. Even if he has doubts in his heart, he will not investigate further, because the effort is thankless, and the leaders do not appreciate this approach.He Xiaogu, the police officer, dared to pursue such a matter, and dared not to follow the procedures. Naturally, he had his background, which made the leader let it go.

Officer Gu usually doesn't care about these things, and people say that he thinks there is nothing wrong with him, and he has truly done his duty as a police officer.Only when he was looked at by He Rong, he began to feel that it was a bit shameful for him to use his background to handle the case normally, and he felt ashamed of the current judicial execution atmosphere - if he wanted to handle a case well, he had to rely on his own background open circuit.

What does the family member of the victim who is said to be working for the local political and judicial office mean?

The client who was pondered by him in every possible way didn't have the time to think as much as he did, and it was fun to laugh and sarcasm. After the end, he had to arrange a funeral without a corpse, and take care of his brother who was scared out of PTSD by his parents who were so disfigured by death.

Hiding in the sick state is Hechun's escape from reality.

His illness was actually healed when the fever subsided, but he was still in a daze and drowsy afterwards. To some extent, he was actually "faking sickness", perhaps not out of initiative, but just the instinct of self-protection.

The funeral just passed while he was half awake and half asleep for several days. It was held in the villa in the north of Hejia City. He lived in Genzhuyuan and he didn't know the process at all.He Daxie had a big business during his lifetime, and he planned to start some "industry" before his death to wash away all his ill-gotten wealth. He should have had friends all over the world, but now no one came to the funeral.

After the deserted funeral, I got together with my relatives to gossip, and the topic naturally fell on He Yonglian's money and children—the only two things he had left.No one can share the money. He and Yonglian have been big gangsters for most of their lives, and they hardly interact with their brothers and sisters. Naturally, they don't have much investment.But if you help him raise children, it will be different.

Children can inherit the inheritance. For children who are too young, the inheritance must be kept by the guardian.

Everyone chatted in low voices, looking at He Rong from time to time.The more they glanced the worse, as if the young woman was trying to rob them of their money.He Rong ignored them, and followed the funeral process of Fangcheng every day, with a blank expression, without shedding a single tear. After the last dinner, he cleaned the villa alone, and once the gate was locked, he went back to his little bamboo garden. Go to the broken house.

Everything on the ceremony was over, and the weather was fine that evening.The windows of Qu Jingming's room where Hechun lived temporarily were also well secured. Looking out, he could see the riverside of Fangcheng. Looking along the river, there were low mountains in the distance.The setting sun is just right, and the light spreads in the river. It is really "half the river and half the river is red", and it cannot be more beautiful.

Hechun rarely wakes up, sitting on the bed and looking out.

When He Rong came back, Qu Jingming was also coming back from school.These days, Mrs. Chen has been busy, and she has been helping with the housekeeping. It can be regarded as repaying the couple's hundred days of kindness, so Qu Jingming has no one to take care of him. He goes to school by himself and leaves school by himself.

The two tacitly went upstairs to watch Hechun together.

After waking up, eating, eating, and sleeping for so long, Hechun lost weight instead. He turned his head when he heard the voice, and his face miraculously became sharper against the background of the setting sun, but his eyes were still dazed. He called out, "Sister." His eyes fell on Qu Jingming's face, and they looked at each other for a moment, but they didn't make a sound.

Qu Jingming seemed to be used to it, walked over by himself, got a glass of water first, and then handed it to him.

He Rong suddenly found that when he had no time to take care of these two children, they had already developed their own tacit understanding in getting along.

The three faced each other for a quarter of an hour, and no one spoke.Qu Jingming was doing homework at the desk, and He Chun stared at the setting sun in a daze after the short moment of staring at each other. He Rong was a little tired, and leaned against the head of the bed to sleep for a while.

Until the old lady Chen greeted loudly as always: "It's time to eat!"

The three of them raised their heads at the same time, and their gazes collided with the air subtly.He Rong stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the two children: "From now on, both of you can live with me." She sighed softly, "I can't promise anything, just make do with it, can you grow up?" When you grow up, it depends on you what kind of ghost you grow up to be."

Qu Jingming looked at her, and lightly fanned his long eyelashes: "Yes."

He Chun didn't make a sound.He Rong moved his lips, but he didn't say anything after all, and patted his younger brother on the head: "You have been lying down for so many days, can't you get out of bed and walk? Don't know how to walk anymore."

After hearing this, He Chun cast his eyes on his legs, stared at them for a few seconds, then sighed deeply, and lifted his legs to the ground.It was really sore, the moment he stood up, he was caught off guard and fell backwards. He was quickly supported by He Rong, and encouraged him to walk again. He finally didn't play his temper, and moved towards the door of the room.

Hechun couldn't remember whether those days were hard or not. Whenever he thought about it, the only impression he had was that he was in a trance.In the days of waking up and sleeping, time passed very slowly, he had nothing to do, and he seemed to have nothing to think about. At first, everything in his head was messy, and it seemed to be formed by itself after a long time. order.

He knew his parents were dead, but he didn't know that death was so ugly.He was scared, but not really scared, he just refused, unwilling to accept the fact that he had no parents.He didn't know that he was diagnosed with a mental illness by the doctor, but he knew that he would get better sooner or later, because in his world, there was nothing difficult to overcome.

He Yonglian used to beat him when he saw him get up.After the beating, take a bottle of wine and talk to him while drinking. He often talks about himself when he was young, poverty and discrimination, imprisonment and betrayal. He has encountered everything. He drunkenly educates his children. Sad and sad, but we must raise our legs and step over.

When He Chun heard his father lift his legs and walked over, it was almost mid-term exam.

That day Qu Jingming took him by the hand to go to school, he lowered his head not to look at anyone, he was quiet and docile like a different person.Qu Jingming kept sending him to the door of the classroom, saying, "Your younger brothers are all watching you."

He was terrified, his heart turned out to be terrified for a moment, and he wanted to turn around and run away.But Qu Jingming grabbed his hand, leaned over and said softly to him, "Come in, I'll come and eat with you during the break."

He suddenly calmed down.we agreed.