Thousand Willows

Liu Minhui was sitting at a dining table near the floor-to-ceiling windows in a restaurant.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the brightly lit city night scene, colorful lights, warm and alienated.

The beige tablecloth looks extra warm under the warm light, just like Liu Minhui's eyes at this time.

"Do you like the engagement ring?" Liu Minhui asked.

"I like it very much, thank you." The woman who answered him was pinching a ring with her slender and soft fingers, sitting on the seat opposite Liu Minhui with a slightly inclined body.This is a woman in a well-dressed suit, exuding the smell of eau de toilette all over her body. Her face is delicate and charming, with light makeup on. The delicate clavicle chain on her neck perfectly highlights her slender straight clavicle line. .

There was a smile on Liu Minhui's face, and behind the smile was an imperceptible smugness, because his plan had officially started.

Half a month later, it was another light snow day.

It's getting late.

Jiang Yizhong has been devastated by Sun Fang and Da Zhuang recently.Fortunately, Sun Fang was not seriously injured, it was not a serious injury, and it was a small place, and it was easy to deal with it at the police station. In the end, it was considered private between the two families.Da Zhuang's family pooled tens of thousands of yuan, and the whole family went to the hospital to ask Sun Fang to write a letter of understanding.After a few days of entanglement like this, Sun Fang finally agreed to go private.But what Sun Fang didn't know was that Jiang Yizhong gave more than half of the tens of thousands of dollars.

Jiang Yizhong and Liu Hao ate noodles in a noodle shop along the street.

"You're just a bad guy." Liu Hao hated iron for steel.

Jiang Yizhong smiled and said, "I'm not a good person, I just want to alleviate my guilt."

"You are a victim too!"

Jiang Yizhong didn't speak, just looked at the little snowflakes falling outside the window.

Liu Hao rolled his eyes at him, and began to eat the noodles with a grunt.

"There seems to be more snow this winter than last year." Jiang Yizhong said to himself.

"Don't be emotional, hurry up and eat!"

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Well, I've bought tickets for the night train, so I'll go back."

"Is something wrong at home?"

"Well, go back and have a blind date."

"Why are you still on a blind date? Didn't you have dinner with a girl here last time?"

"That's a normal friend, not a girlfriend."

"What time does the car arrive?"

"Half an hour left."

"Then you still have time to chat, why don't you eat quickly?"

"..." Liu Hao glanced at Jiang Yizhong sadly, really didn't know what to say about him, so he could only bury his head in snoring and eating noodles.

Jiang Yizhong sent Liu Minhui to the taxi and then slowly walked home drenched in snow. He hadn't been home for a long time.Speaking of it, the relationship between him and his mother became more and more strange. Although they were mother and son, they always seemed to be separated by an invisible wall, and they talked less and less with each other.So Jiang Yizhong was more and more reluctant to go home. This home made him feel colder than outside.

When I got home, it was dark and cold.

"Pa—" Jiang Yi turned on the light again.

"mom?"

It turned out that Aunt Qian was sitting on the sofa in the living room, not saying a word, her hat and scarf hadn't been untied yet.She sat there as if she didn't hear Jiang Yizhong's voice.

Jiang Yizhong walked over, only to find that his mother's face was covered with tears.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Aunt Qian squeezed her eyes hard, panicked, and didn't answer. Instead, she got up and went to the bathroom. There was a sound of water, and she went to wash her face.

Jiang Yizhong was a little worried. He leaned against the door of the bathroom, not knowing what to do at this time.

Aunt Qian came out of the bathroom, holding the hat and scarf she had taken off, looked at Jiang Yizhong, and asked, "Have you eaten yet? If you haven't, I'll serve you a bowl of noodles."

"I've eaten, Mom, have you had your dinner yet?"

"I can't eat, I have no appetite." Aunt Qian said with wet eyes, "I'll go and turn on the air conditioner in your room, you can wash it off."

Jiang Yizhong could only nod his head, he wanted to hold his mother's shoulder, but Aunt Qian turned around and walked away.

When Jiang Yizhong dried his hair and returned to the room, the room was already very warm.There is no heating in this place, and many homes have air conditioners for warmth.

He lay down on the bed, and when the light was turned off, the room was dark, which made him feel mixed feelings.

The injury on his hand has healed, but there are still some scars. Although he has not been home before, he believes that in such a small place, the news about their company has already spread all over the streets and alleys. Mom would know, but why didn't she ask once?

Jiang Yizhong has been the kind of person who takes everything silently since he was a child, but his younger brother is completely different. He wants the whole world to know even a little thing.As the saying goes, a crying child gets milk, and it is true. The more his brother makes a fuss, the more his mother feels sorry for the child, but Jiang Yizhong can only be the eldest son who is sensible and doesn't have to worry about it, and can only stand quietly forever. On the side, I watched my mother hugging my brother.In fact, he also hopes to be treated the same as his younger brother, to be held in the palm of his hand, and to be an ignorant child, but he can't do the same.When he was a child, he also cried and made noises, but no matter how much he cried and made noises, his mother would always just look at him with a pair of cold eyes, even the hand touching his head seemed so perfunctory.

For a long time when Jiang Yizhong was a child, he once suspected that he was a picked child.But he later dropped that view when he saw his birth certificate.

Maybe I'm really not that likable.This was the only explanation Jiang Yizhong could accept.

Thinking of his childhood, Jiang Yizhong thought of his dead father, who was the light of his childhood.His father seemed to treat him better than his younger brother, because Jiang Yizhong's academic performance was very good in their place, and he was well-behaved. The teachers liked him very much and often praised him in front of his family, which made his father feel proud.In contrast, his younger brother was mischievous since he was a child, always making troubles with his classmates, and was sent home by the teacher at every turn, and his parents often took him to apologize to others. In this comparison, his father was always more kind to him .

Thinking about it, Jiang Yi became sad, because he didn't see the last side of the father who loved him, and this was his greatest regret.

"Are you asleep?" Aunt Qian pushed the door open.

Jiang Yizhong quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, sat up from the bed, and turned on the light.

"Not yet, Mom, what's the matter?"

"Are you free tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is Tuesday, and I have to go to the company...Mom, tell me what's the matter first."

"Can you go to see your brother tomorrow and bring him something by the way."

"Okay, I'll go there tomorrow."

Aunt Qian was taken aback for a moment, grinned stiffly at the corner of her mouth, nodded, and said, "I put the things on the table in the living room, don't forget to bring them tomorrow."

"Understood, don't worry."

Jiang Yizhong watched his mother turn and close the door to leave, feeling puzzled, usually his mother would visit the prison alone.After the previous court ruling, Jiang Yizhong only visited his brother once with his mother. Later, his mother said that the visits could only be on weekdays. Jiang Yizhong is usually busy with work, so she can go alone.Why did you suddenly let yourself go to visit the prison alone?Too strange.

But strange is strange, Jiang Yizhong still plans to go there tomorrow.

But before that, tell the people in the company to ask for a leave...