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In the hall of Jian's house, Jian Chuming was sitting on the main seat. He was holding a cigarette in his hand, but he was not lighting it. He was slowly twirling the end of the cigarette between his fingers.

He had quit smoking for many years, and he hadn't even smoked in front of Jian Cong. It wasn't until Zhan Lu passed away that his addiction to smoking started to pick up again.

Jian Cong sat across from him, crossed his arms, and looked at him defiantly.

Jian Chuming frowned slightly invisibly, but resisted the urge to reprimand Jian Cong, he said thoughtfully, "If you want to know about this matter, you have to talk about it many years ago."

"The competition in the industry market was fierce back then, and the company's development was not fast enough. In order to finance the company, your mother took a lot of private orders in the name of the company, without the company's review. Such orders were mixed, and many construction teams were temporarily recruited by Party A. It’s not standard and qualified if it’s used indiscriminately.”

"Your mother is in charge of drawing structural drawings for Party A. Many Party A don't understand these structures at all. As long as they save materials and money, they can always live regardless of the quality. There is a family with more than a dozen bearing points that have been changed like this. Unrecognizable, the most critical load-bearing position is only a load-bearing wall and a few load-bearing columns, but as long as these positions are not moved, nothing will happen, but four years ago, this house was renovated, and the load-bearing wall and load-bearing columns were smashed. In the end, half of the house collapsed, and the hostess died on the spot. It is reasonable to say that it is not up to others to take responsibility for breaking the bearing, so the several parties blamed each other, and in the end they hit it off and pushed the secondary responsibility to the structural engineer, that is, your mother."

"The court summons you saw was the second-instance summons, but the second-instance judgment still ruled that your mother was completely innocent."

Not guilty.

Hearing this result, Jian Cong always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.His sitting posture changed from leaning to leaning slightly, and he continued to ask: "Is that man today the one where the accident happened back then?"

"Yes." Jian Chuming frowned with displeasure, he paused and explained: "Probably because he wanted to blackmail the company, there is a competing company that is vying for bids, deliberately instigating it, I think you have been out for half a month Safer, yes... where have you been for half a month?"

"Then is there any connection between this incident and my mother's illness back then?" Jian Cong bypassed to answer his question.

"There is a connection, but there is no direct connection." Jian Chuming twisted the tobacco on his fingertips, looked at Jian Cong and said, "Your mother's condition has not been very good these years, and she has been taking antidepressants for many years." , Later, a tumor was diagnosed, and the antidepressants were stopped.”

"Many years?" Jian Cong said in amazement, "I have never seen any medicine..."

Jian Chuming pressed the cut-off cigarette into the ashtray, his fingertips buried in the ashtray trembled a little inadvertently, but his expression was as calm and self-possessed as ever. He stated calmly: "In those health care products, anti-aging Su, inside the Vc bottle, your mother just doesn't want you to see her like that."

Those glimpsed pictures in memory suddenly became clear, and Jian Cong remembered.

He has always thought that his mother is a very caring woman. At the age of 40, she is still as young as a [-]-year-old girl with double pupils and water. She has good living habits, likes to go to bed early, and also likes to do yoga. She always speaks slowly and has no temper.

However, Jian Cong always felt that her mother seemed to have a lot of sensibility that ordinary people could not understand, and when Jian Cong could not understand her sudden emotions sometimes, he would joke with her that there was no way, women and men think differently.

But now Jian Cong understands that the difference is not between women and men, but between patients and normal people.

Jian Cong felt pain in his heart, unspeakably uncomfortable.

It's getting late, Jian Chuming got up and straightened his shirt, and said in a steady tone: "The company still has a meeting tonight, I'm leaving first, you should rest early, and go back to school tomorrow."

Jian Cong looked up and watched Jian Chuming leave in a hurry towards the door.

He used to think that this tall figure was the pillar of the family, but then Jian Chuming overturned his opinion again and again...

Jian Cong finally couldn't help but want to utter the question that was buried deep in his heart and made his chest panic. He suddenly raised his voice: "Then what about you and Xi Fang? When did you get together... It was when my mother Before you die?"

Seeing his father's back, Jian Cong seemed to be frozen for a moment, but when he looked over carefully, he found that Jian Chuming's footsteps did not stop at all, but simply answered his question sideways, Jian Chuming said: "No."

For a moment, Jian Cong seemed to hear the sound of his heart being thrown down again.

The metal door was quickly closed, and only the kneaded and bent cigarette butt and the faint smell of tobacco in the living room showed the true heart of the man who was as tall and straight as a mountain.

But no one cares.

After getting the answer he wanted, Jian Cong slowly clenched his fists, because after he breathed a sigh of relief, a greater sense of guilt swept over him.

Such a feeling of relief made him feel that he, like Jian Chuming, had betrayed his mother.

So even if it wasn't before that, what right did he have to forgive for his mother, to forgive such a man who only had interests but no feelings?

But that was his dad.

Jian Cong seemed to be torn into two parts, one part screamed to hate him, and the other part whispered: He is your father, your only relative.

Before going to school the next day, Jian Cong just sorted out his disorganized mood.He didn't want to infect Lu Yanxue with negative emotions.

In the morning, it is Chinese self-study, and the Chinese teacher does not miss every minute and every second, and plans to attend the first class together.

"However, the world's magnificence, magnificence, and extraordinary views often lie in danger and remoteness, but it is rare for people, so it is impossible for those who are not ambitious."

"Jian Cong, come and translate this paragraph."

The Chinese teacher's palm patted Jian Cong's desk several times before Jian Cong came back to his senses.

"Translate this paragraph." The Chinese teacher kindly pointed him out again.

Jian Cong got up and read the book for a while, and answered the question without much pause.

"Well, it's okay, Jian Cong, get a good rest at night, don't doze off in class, sit down."

The teacher thought that Jian Cong was dozing off, but Lu Yanxue saw that Jian Cong's eyes were always open, just in a daze.

"Cong'er." While the Chinese teacher was walking back, Lu Yanxue called Jian Cong.

"Hey." Jian Cong responded to him while reaching out to rub his face, and said, "It's okay, I'm distracted."

More than half of the students in the class belong to the type of self-study in the morning while eating and reading. Once the self-study is changed to the formal class, many people are a little weak and can only bite the bullet until the end of get out of class.

There was an uproar in the classroom after class.

"The buns I bought almost turned into silica gel."

"You have to look at my face, it's all lumpy like this..." Someone picked up a hard lump with chopsticks.

The Chinese teacher was still standing on the podium, sighing, "You get up 2 minutes early, you have time for a meal, and the one who eats noodles, can't you bring soup in the teaching building?"

"Teacher, there is no soup for my braised noodles."

"How do I remember that it was noodle soup when you brought it in?"

The students in the class laughed.

Jian Cong didn't eat breakfast either, he pulled the chair over to Lu Yanxue, found a comfortable position on Lu Yanxue's body to lean against, with one leg resting on the stool on the other side, biting the food that Lu Yanxue handed over to him. biscuit.

The show of love makes people and gods angry.

The FFF group in the class became angry at once with resentment, "I said you two are enough, the anger of our single dogs is also terrible when it burns, hey!"

Jian Cong replied lazily: "Don't you have a deskmate too? Lean in."

The man turned his head to look at his deskmate, who immediately dragged the chair and retreated more than one meter away.

The Chinese teacher also laughed, pointing to the two people who were still huddled together sitting on both sides of the podium, and said, "I find that your boys are stickier than girls now."

"That's not."

Someone immediately put an arm around the neck of the person next to him, and yelled, "We boys can wear a pair of pants when we get well, so it's no problem to poke." Then he poked on the forehead of the same table, like pulling the cap of a bottle , stamped it all at once.The person caught by him was disgusted to death, thumping on all fours and wanting to run outside, "Let's lean on each other" for a long time.

Jian Cong originally had a murderous expression on his face, but he laughed so badly that he almost fell off Lu Yanxue's body. Lu Yanxue reached out and grabbed him, his hands were shaking, Jian Cong held his wrist and said with a smile: "This group of idiots .”

Lu Yanxue said "um", and echoed him in a low voice: "That's great."

The author has something to say:

It’s quite long-winded to explain that incident back then, so I’ll sum it up for the cuties: Jian Cong’s mother drew a structural diagram that was both economical and high-quality for the unscrupulous party A, but the people who lived there didn’t have any common sense and directly smashed the contract Heavy on the structure, and confidently felt that he was not fully responsible, and wanted to drag the engineering party into the water, so everyone kicked the ball to Jian Congma.

The need for drama conflicts, the description of various professional knowledge may not be particularly rigorous, and professionals are welcome to give advice (cup fists)