Duckling Notes

I still remember that Lao Xia told me to be with the person who treats me best.

I still remember that Xing Zhaohe said that Yan Gewei was not that perfect.

I still remember that Yan Gewei asked me to be good

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My dad pushed me, "Pingping, what's wrong?"

Shaking his head, he hugged my dad's neck, "Dad, I feel like my sky is falling."

"It doesn't matter if the sky falls, your father's land hasn't fallen yet. Go ask Xing Zhaohe and listen to what he has to say. Don't provoke him, let him know that we have no evidence in our hands, and we just want to know the result. No Will take him to court again."

I nodded.

"But no matter what the outcome is, Anping, you have to remember that people have to move forward. People who are stuck in the past have no future."

This is the truth, but who can tolerate himself living in conspiracy?The person you have always trusted and loved, but the murderer who approached you with guilt?

I didn't ask my dad to drive me to Xing Zhaohe's place, I went there by myself by bus.I felt like my head was hot and I couldn't think at all.So sit on the bus and enjoy the cool breeze.

The sky has cooled down, and it will be late autumn soon.But my heart is still in turmoil.I know that things are going there, but I'm not sure if everyone's hearts are the same as I thought.

Xing Zhaohe was not at home.

I didn't call him either, so I just squatted in front of his house and waited.

I just bought a pack of cigarettes at the small newsstand by the station, lit it up, and put it in my mouth. It was the cigarettes that hooked up with Yan Gewei.

When Xing Zhaohe came back, he obviously smelled of alcohol.When I saw it, I calmed down, "What's the matter? This expression, was driven out by your father?"

"I have something to ask you."

"Come in and talk."

I suddenly felt like a guest, sitting on the sofa in the living room, very cramped.I thought about it all the way, but I didn't know what to ask.

Xing Zhaohe brought me a box of yogurt, and he also held a box of yogurt himself, "Don't make a fuss, this thing hangover. Tell me, what's the matter? Puppies are all fine, right?"

"Ah."

"Where's your father, did he force you? Recently, I heard that there is a crackdown, and he is very busy."

"You, do you know Mai Miao?"

Xing Zhaohe thought for a while, "Does it have something to do with Lao Xia's wife, the wheat field?"

I shook my head.

"I can't remember," he said.

"Two years ago, Yan Gewei's car hit her on the zebra crossing. She died on the spot."

Xing Zhaohe lowered his hand holding the yoghurt, and said vigilantly, "I don't know about this. Besides, how did it prove that Yan Gewei killed him? How do you know? What is your relationship with Mai Miao."

Look, look, they are all like this, if you throw them a question, they can ask you a hundred times in turn, until they turn passive into active, so, even if I understand the question today, he will charge you a crime over my head. "Mai Miao is my girlfriend. I watched her get hit by a car and fly away."

Xing Zhaohe pressed his temples, and it took a long time before he said, "I don't admit that I know about this."

"I saw you get out of the car, walked to Mai Miao's body, and cursed a few words. Later, I wrote down the car number, but was taken to the suburbs by someone pretending to be a policeman. He pushed me out of the car At that time, I broke my leg. Then I was beaten again, like crushing ants. Then you came over in a car and asked me if I still remember the license plate number. So I hugged my pig's head and said, I don't remember .”

Xing Zhaohe smiled, "The reason why you hate me so much is because you think I killed Mai Miao? Then you found someone to threaten you and beat you up?"

"I know that you only drive your own car and don't drive other people's cars. So, it was Yan Gewei who killed Mai Miao, right? You are defending him."

"You said I got off the car. And you said it was Yan Gewei?"

"I don't remember if you got out of the driver's seat."

"Tell me, Xiao An." He moved closer to my face and asked, "Who do you hope killed Mai Miao?"

I leaned back, "I don't want anyone."

"I see, you always thought that I killed Mai Miao, because you saw me at the time, and later saw that I still drove the car, but the plate was changed, right? But, since you got a After the director's father, you asked him to check the license plate number and found out that it was Yan Gewei's car, right? If Yan Gewei killed him, you would think that Yan Gewei felt guilty, so he approached him in the hospital You, and later abducted you to bed, and gave you money, right? If I killed you, huh, that's the best. Anyway, I'm not a good person in your eyes. "

Xing Zhaohe forced him over again, "It's not the point who killed the seedlings, the point is who you want to kill."

Look, I said, they're sure to throw the question back at me!

"No, the point is who killed the wheat seedlings. It's only right and proper to kill people!"

"No, Xiaoan," Xing Zhaohe smiled, "If it was Mai Miao who ran the red light at that time, no one would pay for her life."

I don't remember what light it was.I stayed there.

Xing Zhaohe took the cigarette in my hand and took a puff, "It was indeed my father who suppressed the matter. But my father was very principled in his work. The video at that time can show that we did not speed and we did not exceed the speed limit. You didn’t run a red light. Your girlfriend was at fault. That’s why my dad hid the video for the sake of the reputation of Gewei’s parents. He also gave Mai Miao’s parents [-] yuan, and promised that after Mai Miao’s younger brother graduated from university, he would work for him. He's looking for an iron job."

He stubbed out the cigarette, "What brand of broken cigarettes did you buy? If we checked the video at that time, our only mistake was to escape. We can only pay tens of thousands of compensation. Besides, it is not difficult to find a top cylinder After Yan Gewei died, he left the car to me, and it was then that I developed the habit of only driving my own car."

"Now, Xiao An, tell me, who do you hope is one of ours who knocked your girlfriend away?"

"Can't you just tell me the answer?"

"It's not that I can't, it's that I don't want to."

I got up, "Well, I'm leaving."

After opening the door, Xing Zhaohe's voice sounded, "Assumption, I mean assumption. It was Ge Wei who killed your girlfriend. Do you think he will approach you for atonement as you think? Give you money? In his After being diagnosed as terminally ill? Use his last time to make up for you? In your heart, Gewei is just like that, how should I put it, so bad?"

I leaned my head against the door, "I hope Yan Gewei is perfect...don't make me so sad."

"You think of Yan Gewei like this, which disappoints me. He is not perfect, but he is not a heinous hard-hearted man. He has done a lot of bad things, not much less than me. But his heart is much softer than mine. He It’s also good for himself. He won’t let his last moments be wronged.”

I turned my head, "It's him?"

Xing Zhaohe didn't answer, "You go. Don't let me see you in the future. I will tear up the contract of Hot Pot City."

I hesitated.My sky turned 180 degrees, and before I had time to adapt, it turned another 270 degrees.

I know that Yan Gewei is the god in my heart, but in Xing Zhaohe's heart, isn't it a bottom line?

In Xing Zhaohe's view, my slight doubts about Yan Gewei are already a heinous crime.But if I doubt him, no matter how bad he thinks, he doesn't care.

I walked back, wanting Xing Zhaohe to forgive me.

But he grabbed my collar and threw me out, and the door slammed shut.

I crouched on the ground, tears streaming down my face.

I cried for a long time at the door of Ai Ai, with a little hope in my heart that Xing Zhaohe would not be able to resist opening the door.But nothing happened until two hours later.I had no choice but to feel the stairs and go downstairs, sobbing.

The relationship between Xing Zhaohe and I is over.

It was already midnight, and the bus was gone. The taxi drove up to me and saw that I was crying badly. I was afraid that I was a lunatic, so I immediately accelerated and drove away.

I just walked on the way home.The cold wind blows on the face, and the place where the tears are shed hurts.

My dad called, but I didn't answer.

Someone still needs to be responsible for Mai Miao's death, I know.

She ran a red light because I didn't catch up to catch her.I neither dared to hit the fat boss nor chased after her to comfort her. I watched her walk towards the zebra crossing, but let her lose control of her emotions to cross the road by herself.

So I'm the culprit.

To Yan Gewei, to Xing Zhaohe, it's just my anger.

So, when the car with the number plates full of "4"s pulled up in front of me, I didn't complain about bad luck at all.This is what I deserve.

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