Jian Qingli hasn't chatted with Leo for more than half a month.

Leo is still the same as before, taciturn and gentle, with an occasional wit and a good friend.Since reappearing this year, it seems that he hasn't traveled far. Whenever Jian Qingli stops, he can be found, and he can be relied on and comforted.

Seeing the words "as usual", Jian Qingli smiled: "Is there nothing new in your life?"

Leo: No, I like the old way.

Cyan: You are so strange.

Leo: What about you, what have you been up to lately?

Cyan: Busy with dating.

Leo: Reconciled?

Cyan: 60.00% reconciliation.

Leo: It can still be calculated like this.

Cyan: Yes, I invented it. It’s amazing.

Then, Jian Qingli talked about what he saw today, omitting the names of Xie Jiangyan and Xia Ziying, and then told Leo about Xia Ziying asking the private detective.

Cyan: What do you think, is he trying to investigate his boyfriend?

Leo: Probably.

Cyan: But the last time I saw them, their relationship was still very good.

Leo: People change.

Jian Qingli found that she could not refute this sentence.He threw the takeaway box into the trash can, turned on the TV to play the news, there seemed to be a cluster of faint flames burning in his chest, not strong, but it lasted for a long time, let him walk around the room, always roasting his body Heart.

He picked up his cell phone and asked Leo: So my ex-boyfriend and I will never be able to reconcile as before?

Leo was relaxed, and replied four words, "I don't know."

Cyan: I think you are too pessimistic. People will change, but feelings may not necessarily.

Leo: Maybe.

Jian Qingli suddenly felt a desire to confide, and impulsively said to Leo, let me tell you why we broke up. Leo seemed reluctant, he asked Cyan why he told me.

Cyan: Because I have no one else to talk to.If I tell my friends the whole story, they will know that we are incest, and they will see us through colored glasses.

Leo: Are you scared?

Cyan: I'm not afraid, but I'm worried that he will be affected.

There was no response from the other end, Jian Qingli typed slowly: "I told you, my mother is a mistress."

"Actually, she was the third party, but it doesn't matter anymore. Anyway, she returned to Cangshi later and became the third party with peace of mind. My ex-boyfriend and I, let's call him F. We have known each other since we were very young. , so I kept calling him brother, and later found out that he was really my brother."

Jian Qingli paused for a while, and Leo suddenly interjected: "Is he a good brother?"

"Yes," he replied without hesitation, "he is the best brother in the world."

"Because the old man felt indebted to me, he always arranged me and my brother in the same school, from kindergarten to high school, and asked him to take care of me. I was ignorant when I was young, but I realized when I grew up that he also has a mother. As far as his mother is concerned, my mother and I are the enemies who destroy their family, and she must hate us very much. But my brother never complained to his mother, nor did he reveal the whereabouts of me and my mother."

"We became lovers very smoothly, with almost no twists and turns. It was all natural and natural. It was a special coincidence. When I liked him, he also liked me. But I always feel that this coincidence seems to be destined in the dark. of."

"We have known each other for 21 years now, and even if we exclude the four years we were separated, there are still 17 years. There are many stories to tell. I definitely can't finish it today, so I will skip it first."

Jian Qingli put down the phone, grabbed a tissue and squeezed it in his palm to soak up the sweat.His breathing became rapid at some point, and it tended to intensify. The flames in his heart burst out, and the flames instantly engulfed a larger area.

He took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, drank most of it in one gulp, then picked up the phone again, lingered on the keyboard with his thumb for a moment, and entered a few lines solemnly.

"Four years ago, when the old man was at my house and with my mother, he had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. My mother called 120 and sent him to the hospital, but after a few hours of emergency treatment, the old man still passed away."

Jian Qingli was not there at the time, but based on what Ye Xiang said later, he could also guess the situation at that time.Ye Xiang is very self-conscious about being a "little three". Even though tears were streaming down her face, she still honestly denied it when she was treated as a family member by the nurse.She took out her mobile phone from Fang Yulang's pocket, called Yang Tong, and notified the address of the hospital.After the beating, she sat on a blue plastic chair in the hospital corridor, clasped her hands in front of her chest, murmured nervously, and stared at the closed white door of the operating room, weeping.

Even though she was burning with anxiety, she still had another layer of vigilance besides worrying, which made her hide in the stairwell beside Yang Tong before he reached the emergency room.Two women, 20 meters apart, one in the light and the other in the dark, anxiously awaited the final verdict.

When the lights in the operating room went out and the doctor in the white coat sighed and said "sorry", two bursts of crying broke out in the corridor, one frantic with pain and the other muffled.Ye Xiang covered her mouth, the veins on her neck were bulging, she desperately swallowed tears into her stomach, and Yang Tong's hoarse roar filled her ears: "Where is the woman who brought the patients? Where is it? That shameless bitch Where!"

Yang Tong hated Ye Xiang. This vixen not only took over her husband's love for many years, but also became arrogant step by step through her kind patience. Fang Yulang's last look.

Ye Xiang left in a daze amidst yelling and cursing.When she got home, she sat in the room blankly, without any water or rice, until the sun went down and the moonlight lingered on her shoulders, she remained motionless.

When Jian Qingli and Fang Mingzhan received the news, they went home to comfort their mothers. When they parted, their hearts were very heavy. It was the first time that they truly experienced the cruelty of reality and the inexplicable alienation-they should have Being in two hostile camps shouldn't be so close.

Yang Tong's grief was hard to explain, and she subconsciously put the responsibility for her husband's death on Ye Xiang. She was a highly educated lady, but suddenly she became mean and superstitious. In the first few days after Fang Yulang passed away, she kept talking Curse the vixen, saying that she took the life of her husband.

Contrary to her, Ye Xiang was as silent as a dumb until the next afternoon, she finally stopped Jian Qingli and asked hesitantly and timidly if she could inquire about the funeral arrangements.

Jian Qingli responded, walked out of the house, walked down the stairs, and walked all the way to the depths of Cuiye Park. Facing the barren and lush meadows and the lush distant mountains, she squatted down, hugged her knees and cried bitterly.

Who is he crying for?Crying for the old man, Ye Xiang, Yang Tong, or himself?After many years, Jian Qingli can't remember clearly.While crying, he wanted to laugh at the same time, Ye Xiang, a shady mistress, wanted to attend the funeral, but decent people would go there!

Tired of crying, Jian Qingli wiped away her tears and walked home, buying a nutritious porridge for Ye Xiang on the way.He missed Fang Mingzhan very much, and tried his best to suppress the desire to find him. He knew that Yang Tong must be heartbroken now and needed his son's company.As for the funeral arrangements, it doesn't matter if you ask later, in the dead of night.

Jian Qingli did not expect that what greeted him was a messy room and Ye Xiang lying unconscious on a small pool of blood.The neighbor who lived on the opposite side opened the door a crack, and looked on through the gap curiously and fearfully, while a gloomy woman came out of his house stepping on debris on the floor with a few strong men in black clothes.

"Who are you? What are you going to do!" Jian Qingli was trembling all over, and questioned the leading woman. When his eyes met, he guessed the woman's identity.

"Jian Qingli, isn't it?" Yang Tong's hateful eyes stared at him, shooting out Senhan's frenzied light, "You bitch born bastard! Still want an inheritance?"

Two burly men blocked the door, and Jian Qingli couldn't get in. She pushed them, but was pushed back viciously, and fell to the concrete floor.He endured Yang Tong's insult and called "Mom" over and over again.

Ye Xiang remained motionless, even the sound of breathing disappeared.

do you died?

Jian Qingli's hands and feet were cold, her mind seemed to explode, and her ears were filled with sharp screams.Yang Tong stood at his feet, as tall and terrifying as a mountain, she looked down at him, her swear words were like huge boulders, fell from the top of the mountain into the abyss, and hit Jian Qingli heavily.

Jian Qingli clenched her fists and got up, trembling with her, arguing with her, hurting her by saying harsh words, even though two strong men grabbed her by the collar and lifted her into the air, her face flushed, she still cursed non-stop.

As the sons of the main wife and the mistress, they understand each other's Achilles heel and how to hurt each other too well.One noble, one low, but in the end, both ugly.

Jian Qingli was in a moral depression, so he was quickly defeated.He broke free from the restraints, knelt on the ground and coughed, covering his neck, staring up at the domineering, tall woman, with crazy thoughts circling in his mind-to drag her down, let her fall, and break into pieces.

How can he hurt her, how can he, like an overloaded machine, trembling violently - "Mom", at this time, a panting voice came from not far away.

Jian Qingli glanced at Fang Mingzhan, and the soul that was planning revenge in his mind suddenly found a breakthrough point. The next second, he smiled viciously: "What are you so proud of? You can't control your husband or your son. ! Let me tell you, Fang Mingzhan is a dog in front of me, and I can play and throw it whenever I want!"

Who, what, how, you know him?Yang Tong was stunned, and asked Fang Mingzhan incoherently, and shed tears unconsciously.Jian Qingli leaned on the wall and stood still, like a hollow dead tree, standing stubbornly on the eve of the storm.He laughed gleefully: "Not only did we know each other, but we also fell asleep."

"Fang Mingzhan, tell me clearly!" Yang Tong finally collapsed, struggling in Fang Mingzhan's arms, slapping his face, kicking his knees, and beating his chest.

"I don't care about you at all. I've been sleeping with Song Jingyou a long time ago. You don't even know?" Jian Qingli seemed to be possessed by something, and he described it in a visceral way. The words were said by Fang Mingzhan, but the knife stuck in Yang Tong's heart.

Fang Mingzhan and two bodyguards dragged away Yang Tong who lost his composure, and before turning the corner, he turned his head to Jian Qingli.Jian Qingli slowly closed his excited lips, and subconsciously took a step forward, but it was too late after all, he couldn't catch up, and he couldn't turn back.

Jian Qingli called 120. While waiting, he knelt beside Ye Xiang and touched the tip of her nose with his index finger. After feeling a weak air flow, he suddenly took a breath and choked for no reason. Stop hiccupping.

Ye Xiang was lying with her eyes closed, a bunch of her hair had been pulled out, her face was swollen like a pig's head, she was no longer beautiful.After a doctor's diagnosis, she had a fractured left hand and a mild concussion, but her life was not in danger.

They stayed in the hospital for a few days. After Ye Xiang woke up, she didn't say a word about the turmoil, and Jian Qingli didn't investigate.He has been waiting restlessly, but three or four days have passed, and there is still no news from Fang Mingzhan.

Jian Qingli couldn't get through to his phone number, and his WeChat was also blocked. He wandered around the rental house, biting his nails anxiously, but Fang Mingzhan never came back.Later, he bravely ran to Fang Mingzhan's house, but was told by his neighbors that their mother and son had gone away.

In the following four years, Jian Qingli never contacted Fang Mingzhan again, except for occasional news from old schoolmates.

"It's very complicated to recall, I didn't expect to finish it in a few words." He put a full stop in the dialog box.

The message became read, and Leo replied with one word: "Yes."

Cyan: Actually, I didn't want to hurt F and his mother, but seeing my mother lying unconscious on the ground, I was really scared and lost my mind.Although she is a third person who is criticized by everyone, she is also my mother. Everyone in the world can stand on the moral high ground and scold her, but I cannot.I'm not trying to excuse myself, can you understand?

Leo: I understand.

Cyan: So do you think, my brother will forgive me?

Leo: Why don't you ask him?

Cyan: I want to ask you first.

Leo didn't reply, maybe that question was too difficult for him.Jian Qingli collapsed on the sofa collapsed, picked a sofa pillow and hugged her in her arms, rubbing her chin on the plush cushion.After a while, he sent another message to Leo: "Actually, I was also angry with him. I knew I was wrong first, but he just walked away without saying a word, without giving me a chance to explain, and even a formal There is no farewell, which is really too much."

The night outside the window was getting darker and darker, and the lights were gradually extinguished, revealing a round of bright moon hanging in the sky. Leo finally reacted, he said: "Maybe he has some difficulties."

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