happy looking back

Aunt Zhang burst into tears.

"But she loves you more." Li Xiqing's voice seemed to be a helpless sigh from hell: love and hate are in an instant, and who can really tell the difference between men and women who are deeply involved in it? As people often say: There is no hate without love.At the moment when Arjun decided to drown herself with the child in her stomach, whether she loved or hated her more, only the clear water of Moon Bay can know.

"Let's live. If you die, you may not even have the only person in the world who talks about her mother and daughter. It would be too boring to live underground like that." Li Xiqing's words were still not painful, but I knew that Uncle Qin was Listen to it.

Arjun hates him, and letting him live in pain is compensation for Arjun and a punishment for himself.Arjun loves him and hopes that there are still people in this world who miss her so much.It doesn't matter whether the relationship was love or hate in the end decades ago, the living always hope that the living can live.

"Woooooo~~~~~~" 13 years ago, wisps of green smoke from the Moon Lake, stained with frost, curled up, and Uncle Qin squatted on the lake, desolate and silent.

At this moment, Uncle Qin was crying like a child. The people present did not comfort or stop him. They just silently watched the lonely old man who was nearly sixty years old and cried out in pain.After an unknown amount of time, Uncle Qin's voice became hoarse, and after an unknown amount of time, Uncle Qin's voice gradually stopped.The shallow and deep breathing sound replaced the sobbing, and the hearts held in the chests of everyone present finally landed safely.

"It's all right." Jian Yixuan stepped forward to make a careful diagnosis, and turned to his father who was beside him after confirming that he was all right, "Peace, carry him to the inner room behind your office to rest, don't disturb." Father didn't dare to delay a little bit, and acted lightly He put the person on his back, carefully avoiding the branches of the trees.

"Xiqing, I didn't expect you to have the potential to be a negotiator." Mama Li ran up to Li Xiqing cheerfully like a butterfly wearing flowers, pinching this and that proudly.Anyone who has a son who can make money and has potential will be happy, and Mother Li is no exception.But sometimes, sons don't all understand their mother's pride, like now.

"It's nothing, just tell the truth." Li Xiqing avoided Mama Li's "salty tricks" and didn't want to take credit for her heroic performance just now.

"Xiqing, how did you come up with this idea?" In such a short period of time, "warming and nourishing" was given up, and "fighting poison with poison" was used instead.Stimulating Uncle Qin's weak will to survive in such a drastic way is fortunately effective, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.Is this a trade-off between a kitten hitting a dead mouse, or winning?I'm curious.

"No hope, a dead horse is a living horse doctor." Li Xiqing's expression was serious, but his expression was flat.

"Ah!" I'm not kidding. At that time, there was Grandpa Jian Yixuan, who was rejuvenated, and Mr. Zhang Fenggang, who was capable of breaking the mystery. They didn't have a fit. Who gave Li Xiqing the courage to take such a stance!With lingering fear in my heart, I opened my mouth and stared at Li Xiqing: Could it be that you can pinch and count? !

"I remember Shi Lei said the same thing to Wang Xiong 13 years ago, but unfortunately he didn't succeed at that time." My mouth was wide enough to stuff a salted duck egg into it.Back then Shi Lei said to Wang Xiong: Who will put incense on your mother in Qingming after you die.At that time, Wang Xiong's grief was greater than his heart's death. In the end, it was Uncle Qin's words that made Wang Xiong look back in bitterness.Could it be that Li Xiqing was just trying his luck? !My brow started to sweat.

"Tell me, you don't come here just to visit." Grandpa watched Qian Liangming slowly getting up from the ground, with no resentment or impatience on his face.The two people who have been fighting for more than [-] years have never been so peaceful as they are now.And Qian Liangming is no longer the proud Qian Liangming more than ten years ago. At this time, he is old, desolate, and has experienced the hardships of life between his brows.

"I'm here to ask for a debt!" A deep and hoarse voice was forced out between the teeth, Qian Liangming slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes were full of resentment.A long time ago, I knew that the Qian family and our Lao Ge family were sworn enemies.However, due to the "excessive power" of the domineering grandfather, the family never dared to mention it in private, so until now I don't know how the two families forged their enmity.

"Debt?!" The young father who had just walked out of the office was irritated by Qian Liangming's righteous voice of demanding debt.He suppressed the anger gushing out of his chest, and walked up to Qian Liangming, his eyes met. At that moment, I saw the sparks of hatred in the air.

"You can stand here instead of going to prison, thanks to my father for not reporting the crimes you committed during the Cultural Revolution to the country!" The young father, like me, did not understand why he had to protect Qian Liangming so heartlessly. Lung villain.But no one can question Grandpa's decision, let alone change it.

"That's because he has a ghost in his heart! He owes us the Qian family, and he will never pay it back!" Qian Liangming's pale face showed a frenzied ferocity, and Li Xiqing, Li Xiqing, and even the young father were shocked by the way he spoke. There was a moment of hesitation: Could it be that our Lao Ge's family really owed their Qian's family that period of veiled enmity? !

"The only thing I, Ge Baojin, regretted in my life was not being able to bury my mother's ashes with my father. They couldn't be together in life, and they couldn't be together in death. It's my unfilial son who is a man!" Grandpa looked into the distance with a sad face. In the direction of the Martyrs Monument, there is his pride, but there are also too many unknown bitterness.

"Father—" the young father wanted to step forward several times to comfort him, but he couldn't say what was on his lips.Under the martyr's tombstone is buried a hero who is loved by the people of all ages, but the martyr's wife cannot bear such glory.What? !

118 Debt owed

"Hypocrisy!" Qian Liangming yelled hysterically, "It was you who ruined my Qian family, and also made me look like a human and a ghost! All of this was caused by you, Ge Jinbao! "Qian Liangming, who looks like a maniac, has a twisted face full of resentment.

"Qian Liangming, don't spout blood! Your fate today is entirely your own fault, and you can't blame others. The people of Xiaohe Village have given you a chance to live again, but they didn't expect that you still didn't know how to repent, and instead got worse. Right and wrong don't matter. How can you be worthy of this——" Qian Liangming's nonsense completely irritated his mild-tempered father.The young father is like a male lion guarding a calf, with red eyes, wishing he could tear the lifeless animal in front of him.

"Peace! It's none of your business, come back!" The ancients have said: A gentleman is open-minded, and a villain is long-suffering.The grandfather with a clear conscience stopped the young father who ran away.Grandpa looked calm, and walked towards Qian Liangming step by step.On the opposite side, Qian Liangming bowed his waist, bent his shoulders, and stared fearfully at the approaching grandpa, with vicious and fierce lights flashing from time to time in his dark eyes.

The venom of an injured poisonous snake is fatal. I was worried and followed behind my grandfather, lest there be any mistakes.And Li Xiqing followed my footsteps, comforting in my ear, "Don't worry, nothing will happen." The light tone was full of sarcasm. I know that a dog that bites will not bark, but I am still worried about this. A mad dog who doesn't play cards according to common sense will violently hurt people.

"14 was the most severe period of natural disasters in four years. In this year, Jianguo was [-] years old, Heping was [-] years old, and Aid Korea just turned one year old—" Grandpa seemed not to see Qian Liangming's resentment like a poisonous snake Looking at the eyes, he murmured to himself, and the deep voice made everyone present who experienced that tragic period fall into painful memories: the fertile fields were abandoned, the roads were starved, and the crying was loud.

"During that lean season, there was no harvest in the fields, and every household had not been able to cook for seven or eight days. Everything that could be eaten in the fields, trees, and rivers was eaten up." Grandpa squinted his eyes, looking past the open door of the greenhouse , Looking at the sparkling lake in the distance.At this moment, I seem to understand the complex emotions of guilt, pain, and self-blame in a son, husband, and father when they face the elderly and sick mother on the bed, the emaciated wife, and the three hungry children.

"Just when the whole village was worrying about the next season's seeds, the country finally allocated the first batch of life-saving rice." Grandpa said lightly, his eyes fixed on the golden sun fragments on the lake.At this moment, it is difficult for me to distinguish the joy and tension from my grandfather's tone. The joy is that hundreds of villagers in Xiaohe Village have been rescued, but the tension is that he can let this batch of rice thrive on the dry and barren yellow land?

"Hmph!" Qian Liangming snorted disdainfully, with deep suspicion on his sarcastic face, "Faced with hundreds of catties of grain, have you never been tempted?! Don't forget, you still have a serious illness. bed mother and three young sons!"

Qian Liangming's words made the young father's eyes bloodshot with anger, and even his breath was filled with uncontrollable anger.Imagine the situation at that time with the thinking of ordinary people in the 21st century: no official could be indifferent to such a batch of grain, but in the 50s, I believe that there was a kind of person who would rather starve to death than touch a piece of national property. centimeter.

"Do you still have the image of your grandma in Heping?" Grandpa ignored Qian Liangming's "little man's heart", and just looked at the young father with faint nostalgic and sad eyes. With a resolute face, he looked at the memory that had been dusty long, long ago.

"Only the last impression of her old man~~~~~~" The young father sighed regretfully, "From the time I have memories