Rebirth's favor

Chapter 172

The hall was quiet, and there were a few people whispering in low voices from time to time.

Chai Xia caught sight of Zhao Chan, and Zhao Chan stood in front of a screen, watching.

The people around him asked: "Zhao Chan, how is the blind date going?"

Zhao Chan shook her head, smiled, and said softly, "The other party doesn't like me."

"It's because you can't see each other."

"You can't always be so picky, Zhao Chan, my aunt told you, you can't always look at other people's shortcomings, you should think about other people's strengths. There is no perfect man in this world, there are more or less flaws. You Don't be too harsh. I think the one with the surname Yan is pretty good."

Zhao Chan nodded perfunctorily, and deliberately shifted her gaze aside, just in time to see Chai Xia.

Their eyes met, the two were stunned at the same time, then Zhao Chan politely nodded and smiled, then looked away, and followed her companion into the next cultural relic room.

Chai Xia stood there in a daze, Zhao Chan was exactly the same as Zhao Chan in the bronze mirror, with red phoenix eyes, tall and gentle.Chai Xia felt a little jealous in her heart.

When he turned around, the bronze mirror appeared in front of his eyes again.

Chai Xia paused, staring at the bronze mirror in a daze.

In fact, this life is this life, and the last life was the last life. In the last life, she treated Jiang Jingwei like that. Even if Jiang Jingwei married Zhao Chan and loved Zhao Chan until they grew old, that was the company Jiang Jingwei should have.She should also thank Zhao Chan for taking care of Jiang Jingwei and Jiang Ming in her last life.

She decided not to look at the mirror of this life anymore.

When Chai Xia collected her thoughts and decided to leave, she suddenly heard a distressed call: "Chai Xia."

It was just a deep voice, which seemed to have poked her heart, stood where she was, turned her head slowly, and finally looked at the mirror of past life.

In the mirror, Jiang Jingwei lay unconscious on the bed, fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, and kept shouting: "Chai Xia, Cai Xia..."

"Chai Xia is my mother." Xiao Jiangming beside the bed said with a sullen face.

Zhao Chan looked at Xiao Jiangming: "I know."

Xiao Jiangming pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

After a while, the private doctor came.

The private doctor immediately removed Jiang Jingwei's prosthetic leg. The severed limb was red and bloodstained. Zhao Chan went to cover Jiang Ming's eyes: "Don't look."

Jiang Ming pushed Zhao Chan's hand away: "Auntie, I'm not afraid."

Zhao Chan looked at the little Jiang Ming. The child was only over three years old. He had the temperament of a young adult, very much like Jiang Jingwei, but there were traces of that woman between his brows.

The private doctor looked at Jiang Jingwei's injury and asked, "How did this happen?"

Jiang Ming bowed his head and did not speak.

Zhao Chan explained: "I accidentally got caught in the rain."

The truth is, every time Jiang Ming went to kindergarten, his father would pick him up. A few mischievous children said that he was a child without a mother. After beating up other people's children in anger, he ran directly to Chai Xia's grave.

Jiang Ming couldn't be found all at once, and Jiang Jingwei's world was in a panic. It was raining, and when he sent everyone to look for him, he also looked for him with an umbrella.

He looked for several places where Jiang Mingai went, but he couldn't find them.

Later, when he came to Chai Xia's cemetery, he saw Xiao Jiang Ming curled up in a ball, hiding beside the tombstone, the stubbornness and embarrassment between his brows was exactly the same as that of Chai Xia when he was alive.

Jiang Jingwei stepped forward: "Jiang Ming, come here, let's go home."

Jiang Ming looked at Jiang Jingwei timidly, and cried, "Father, I don't have a mother."

Jiang Jing held out his hand expressionlessly, "Come on, go home."

Jiang Ming held Jiang Jingwei's arm in his little hand, and Jiang Jingwei held him in his arms, holding an umbrella in his other hand, and limped out of the cemetery.

Jiang Jing said: "Jiang Ming."

Jiang Ming wiped away tears: "Father."

Jiang Jingwei said in a calm voice, "You have a mother, but she is dead."

Jiang Ming: "Why did you die?"

Jiang Jingwei: "Because Dad didn't come back in time to save her, she died. Do you blame Dad?" Jiang Jingwei looked at Jiang Ming, Jiang Ming's dark eyes were red, staring at Jiang Jingwei, keep silent.

Jiang Jingwei stopped talking, hugged Jiang Ming in one hand, and held an umbrella in the other, walking with difficulty in the rain.

When he got home, he bathed Jiang Ming and changed his clothes. He sat on the bed with chills and pains, and then fell ill.It happened that Zhao Chan came, and Jiang Ming told Zhao Chan what happened.

Zhao Chan said "accidentally drenched in the rain" is to defend Jiang Ming.

The private doctor stopped asking more questions and devoted himself to treatment.It was very late, Jiang Ming couldn't resist sleepiness, and fell asleep in Zhao Chan's arms.

Zhao Chan carried him to his small bedroom and touched his little face.Covering him with the quilt, she kissed him on the forehead, then raised her eyes to look at the photo of Chai Xia on the small table, her eyes darkened.

Then walk out of the room.

The private doctor was arranging the medical equipment and said: "If you can not wear a prosthesis, it's best not to let him wear it. It's not good for the legs."

Zhao Chan smiled: "He may not listen to me."

The private doctor looked at Zhao Chan, and looked around. There were pictures of Chai Xia everywhere, so he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I'll tell him when he wakes up."

Zhao Chan: "Yes."

Jiang Jingwei woke up the next morning.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he asked, "Where's Jiang Ming?"

Zhao Chan replied: "Going to school, I should be back soon."

Jiang Jingwei sat up, Zhao Chan handed over the water glass, Jiang Jingwei looked at the water glass with lowered eyebrows, but didn't take it.

Zhao Chan smiled wryly, took back the water glass, and said in a low voice, "Why are you so heartless?"

Jiang Jingwei asked back, "How are you getting along with Yan Li?"

Zhao Chan lowered her head for a while, and when she raised her eyes, Danfeng's eyes were filled with tears: "Jiang Jingwei, it's been three years. Chai Xia has been dead for three years."

Jiang Jingwei had no expression on his face.

"Do you still miss her? Can't you see everything about me? "

Jiang Jingwei: "Zhao Chan, you know very well that I can even give you my life, but I can't give you what you want."

"Why? Why!" Zhao Chan couldn't help crying and shouted loudly, pointing to Chai Xia's photo on the wall: "When she was alive, she didn't give you any happiness except for hurt, pain, and embarrassment. Now she is dead. , why can't you forget her? What do you love about her? "

Jiang Jingwei looked up at Zhao Chan with a calm voice: "Zhao Chan, when Chai Xia was four years old, she was very cute, well-behaved and very talkative. She chased me and let me hug her. I hugged her. She put everything she liked Food, likes to play, all put in a box, and when I went to see her again, she even gave me the box. Obviously she was very reluctant, but she was willing to give it to me. You said, a child so small, her Do you have the word 'why' in your mind?"

Like, love, let alone the reason, once there is a reason, it will not be pure.But all impure people and things will be easily replaced.

Pure is irreplaceable and unique.

Zhao Chan was stunned, tears streaming down her cheeks: "So, besides her, there will be no one else?"

Jiang Jingwei: "Except for her, there will be no one else."

Zhao Chan suddenly burst out laughing, crying and laughing, turning around while smiling and crying, and said in a low voice: "Obviously three years ago, you made it clear to me, but I didn't believe it. I thought I could impress you...I thought... "

"Zhao Chan."

Jiang Jingwei's voice came from behind.

Zhao Chan stopped walking.

Jiang Jingwei: "Okay."

Zhao Chan was stunned, tears burst into tears, she turned around, strode towards Jiang Jingwei, hugged Jiang Jingwei and burst into tears, Jiang Jingwei hugged her and patted her on the back wordlessly.

Zhao Chan only hugged Jiang Jingwei for tens of seconds, then pushed Jiang Jingwei away and ran out of the villa around the city.

It happened that Jiang Ming came back from school and raised his eyes to see Zhao Chan running away quickly, but he didn't stop shouting.

Instead, he entered Jiang Jingwei's bedroom with his schoolbag on his back, with a serious expression, but his voice was milky: "Auntie left crying."

Jiang Jingwei sat on the bed: "Yes."

Jiang Ming unloaded his schoolbag: "She wants to be my mother." When he said this, Jiang Ming was looking at the photo of Chai Xia on the wall.

Jiang Jingwei: "Your mother's name is Chai Xia."

Jiang Ming: "I know."

In order to look at the photo of Chai Xia on the wall, Jiang Jing stopped speaking.

Three months later, at Zhao Chan's wedding, Jiang Jingwei was dressed in a dark blue suit, handsome and extraordinary, and brought Jiang Ming by the hand to the wedding venue. Jiang Ming was also wearing a small suit, with a serious face, but the women present loved it very much. Come up and talk to him.

"Little baby, are you a little flower girl?"

Jiang Ming: "Yes."

"How old are you?"

"Almost four years old."

"Have you been to kindergarten yet?"

Jiang Ming didn't want to answer childish questions, so just as he frowned, Jiang Jingwei said beside him, "Jiang Ming, this is your aunt's friend."

Jiang Ming replied again: "It's up."

Then, what others asked, what he answered.He has attracted the love of so many ladies, and he insists on hugging him.

He said with a small face, "I don't like being hugged."

Hearing this, everyone laughed.

Only Jiang Jing was sitting like two big icebergs for Jiang Ming and his son.

After a while, the wedding march sounded again, and Zhao Chan, led by Mr. Zhao, appeared in everyone's sight. At the same time, Jiang Ming and another little girl walked on both sides of Zhao Chan.

Zhao Chan caught sight of Jiang Jingwei, who nodded at her.

Her eyes immediately moistened, but she also smiled.

At this time, the handsome bridegroom Yanli couldn't wait to come over, took Zhao Chan by the arm, and asked with concern, "Why are you crying on such a happy day?"

Zhao Chan's eyes were red: "I'm very happy."

Yan Li smiled: "You are happy is my happiest thing."

Zhao Chan's eyes drifted to Jiang Jingwei.

Sitting in the auditorium, Jiang Jing watched Zhao Chanyan hug and kiss together, finally showed a faint smile, and applauded along with relatives and friends.

After all the wedding ceremonies were over, Zhao Chan learned that Jiang Jing bought an island and gave it to her.

Zhao's mother said: "This Mr. Jiang is really generous. When others give money, he directly gives to the island. Hey, I remember that this island is Zhao Chan's favorite place to go. When I was in school, I went to the island to play during the summer vacation. "

Zhao's father smiled: "Mr. Jiang is a repayment of kindness. When he was in a plane accident, he happened to meet Zhao Chan who was playing at sea."

"..."

Zhao Chan listened in a daze, Jiang Jingwei really could give her anything, because she saved his life, but she couldn't give her any affection.

Yan Li hurriedly asked: "What about Mr. Jiang? This wedding gift is too heavy for us to accept. I want to talk to him."

Mother Zhao: "Mr. Jiang left with his son."

Zhao Chan: "Going away?" Zhao Chan yearned to look out.

It was autumn, and a leaf fell from the branch with a "cha", and fell to the ground. With the autumn wind, it slid on the ground and made a few "rustling" sounds before it stopped.

Jiang Jing took Jiang Ming's little hand and stepped over the leaves.

Jiang Ming asked, "Father, are you sad?"

Jiang Jingwei asked, "What are you sad about?"

Jiang Ming: "Auntie will never come to see you again. Aren't you sad?"

Jiang Jingwei: "Finally someone loves her, I am very happy."

Jiang Ming: "Oh."

The rustling of leaves continued.

Jiang Ming asked again: "Then do you miss my mother?"

Jiang Jingwei: "I think about it. I think about it every day."

Jiang Ming: "I want to too."

Jiang Jingwei didn't answer, and after a while, Jiang Ming asked again: "Father, does your leg hurt?"

Jiang Jing said, "It doesn't hurt."

Jiang Ming: "The doctor said, you can't keep wearing prosthetics."

Jiang Jingwei: "Yes."

In a blink of an eye, Jiang Ming was already over 6 years old and in the first grade of elementary school.I also came into contact with the word "composition" for the first time.The composition in the first grade of elementary school is nothing more than writing a few sentences in the diary.

The teacher said that about 100 words is fine, and if you have the ability to write 200 words, you can also write and read.

The name of the composition is: my mother.It can also be named XX's mother.

After school, Jiang Jingwei came to pick up Jiang Ming as usual.The father and son talked very little, and occasionally they said a few words, and they were all trivial matters. Jiang Jingwei rarely talked about big things with Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming is very smart, probably because he didn't have a mother, he was a little more sensible than others early on.

After returning home, Jiang Jingwei cooked in the kitchen as usual.

Jiang Ming ran to the kitchen and asked, "Dad, does your leg hurt?"

Jiang Jing said, "It doesn't hurt."

Jiang Ming: "Have you cooked yet?"

Jiang Jingwei: "No."

Jiang Ming: "Then I'll cook."

Jiang Jing said: "Yes."

Jiang Ming grabbed a small handful of rice from the rice bag and put it into a bowl. After scouring, he poured it into the rice cooker, filled it with water, put his little hand on the surface of the rice, let the water overflow the surface, and cooked the rice. The most suitable amount of water.Then cover the rice cooker, plug it in, and press to cook.

Jiang Ming: "Dad, the rice is ready."

Jiang Jing said: "Okay."

At night, Jiang Ming leaned over the table to read a book.

Jiang Jingwei said calmly, "Don't watch, go to sleep."

Jiang Ming turned his head and asked cautiously, "Father, my mother, what kind of person are you?"

Jiang Jingwei was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he said, "Your mother is a very cute person."

Jiang Ming: "Then I'm going to sleep."

Jiang Jingwei: "Yes."

After Jiang Ming went to sleep in the small bedroom, Jiang Jingwei turned off Jiang Ming's lamp, sat on the sofa alone, looked at the picture of Chai Xia on the wall, and didn't say a word.

Jiang Jingwei is like this. It has been almost 7 years. No matter when he looks at Chai Xia's photos, he always looks at them in silence. Even if he goes to see Chai Xia in the cemetery, he is still silent.

He sat on the sofa and watched for a long time.

The next afternoon, Jiang Ming's Chinese teacher called Jiang Jingwei to the office.

The Chinese teacher was stunned when he saw Jiang Jingwei, and said slightly nervously: "No wonder Jiang Ming is so cold, so it's all up to you."

Jiang Jingwei nodded: "Let the teacher worry about it."

The Chinese teacher smiled: "That's not true. Jiang Ming studies well and is sensible. Only after reading his composition did I understand your situation."

The Chinese teacher found Jiang Ming's composition from a stack of composition texts, and handed it to Jiang Jing: "Mr. Jiang, take a look."

Jiang Jing took it over, and the word "Jiang Ming" was written crookedly and immaturely on the composition text.

Turning to the first page, I read the title of the composition - "Mother in Xiangkuang". He couldn't write the word "frame", so he used pinyin.

Jiang Jingwei looked at it seriously.

Jiang Ming wrote: ""Mom in Xiangkuang" - my mother is called chai xia (柴夏), she is very cute. This is what my father told me. Because I have never been with her Get along with chu (at) too.

But, I can see her every day, my family's wo die (bedroom), ke ting (living room), and my small room, dad's room, there are pictures of my mother.

My father said that my mother died very early, when I was only one month old.My mother died in a car accident.

Dad said he missed his mother and loved his mother.I also (know) because Dad can't laugh, he only laughs when he sees pictures of Mom.

I also love my mom.

Sui ran (though) I haven't seen her, but she must be very wen rou (gentle).

I xiwang (hope) that my mother can come out of the photo kuang (frame), so that my father will smile every day.I want to see Dad laugh. "

Jiang Jing watched for a long time without looking up.

The Chinese teacher said: "Children from single-parent families are prone to psychological shadows. You should pay attention to this. Although the composition is very immature, it can be seen that Jiang Ming loves you very much and cares about you. This also shows that your education It's very good. As a teacher, I want to say, pay more attention to Jiang Ming in the future. After all, the child is still young."

Jiang Jingwei nodded: "Thank you teacher."

That day, when Jiang Ming was leaving school, Jiang Jingwei came to pick him up as usual.He is different from his slapstick classmates. He is carrying a small schoolbag and has a serious face.

Someone shouted: "Jiang Ming! Jiang Ming!"

He turned around and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Can we visit your house on Saturday?"

"My father doesn't like crowds, so don't come."

The students looked disappointed. Jiang Ming held his schoolbag strap with his small hand, moved his small mouth, but didn't say a word. When he turned his head to leave, he heard a voice from above his head.

"Who says dad doesn't like crowds? Jiang Ming's classmates like dad."

With rare joy on Jiang Ming's face, he hurriedly asked, "Dad, don't you think they are noisy?"

"Not too much." Jiang Jing smiled.

Jiang Jing smiled, Jiang Ming's whole body was bright, and he turned to his classmates and said, "Then you all come over on Saturday."

Jiang Jingwei looked at Jiang Ming. It wasn't that Jiang Ming didn't like to laugh or talk, but because of his own influence, he actually had a cold face and a warm heart.

Jiang Jingwei remembered his composition again.

"I hope (hope) that my mother can come out of the photo kuang (frame), so that my father will smile every day. I want to see my father smile."

For many years to come, Jiang Jingwei would still smile at Jiang Ming.

He watched Jiang Ming go from elementary school to junior high school, from junior high school to high school, from high school to university, and then leave Nanzhou.He lived alone at home, no matter how many people around him wanted to find him a wife, he refused, and later everyone got used to seeing him coming and going by himself.

He still looks at Chai Xia's photo every day without saying a word.

Every now and then, Jiang Ming called back because he was concerned about his health: "Dad, how's your appetite recently?"

Jiang Jingwei: "Very good, how are you?"

Jiang Ming giggled on the other side: "Dad, I'm in a relationship."

Jiang Jingwei smiled lightly: "Okay."

Later, Jiang Ming brought his girlfriend to see Jiang Jingwei, and later Jiang Ming's girlfriend became Jiang Ming's wife.

Jiang Ming's wife asked: "Jiang Ming, why do you think Dad always looks at Mom's photos and doesn't talk?"

Jiang Ming was silent: "Dad has been like this all these years, just looking at mom and not saying a word."

"The love between father and mother, do you know?"

Jiang Ming shook his head: "I asked my uncle, and the uncle only said that my father loves my mother very much, and I don't know anything else."

This question that has troubled Jiang Ming and his wife for many years was later asked by Jiang Ming's daughter.

Jiang Ming's daughter's name is Jiang Yan, Yan Xia's Yan, the little girl doesn't look like her father, mother, or grandpa, she looks very much like her grandma, Chai Xia.Therefore, Jiang Jing was deeply loved, and the couple also understood their father's thoughts, and often asked Jiang Yan to go to his grandfather to accompany him, and the grandfather and grandson got along very well.

One day, Jiang Jingwei sat in a wheelchair and looked at Chai Xia's photo again.

Xiao Jiangyan asked: "Grandpa, why do you keep looking at grandma, why don't you talk to grandma?"

Jiang Jingwei smiled, touched Xiao Jiangyan's face, and said in an old voice, "Grandpa told Yanyan a secret, Yanyan must keep it a secret."

Xiao Jiangyan nodded: "Grandpa, I will keep it a secret."

Jiang Jing raised his head, and the leaves of the Albizia Julibrissin tree fluttered with the wind, driving the swing tied to the tree to shake back and forth.In the past, the yard of the Chai family was like this.

"Grandpa, tell me." Xiao Jiangyan's crisp voice urged.

Jiang Jingwei smiled kindly and looked at Xiao Jiangyan: "Because grandma doesn't like grandpa, grandma is not happy when grandpa talks. So grandpa dare not speak. If grandpa doesn't speak, grandma won't find that grandpa is looking at her, so she can won't be unhappy."

Xiao Jiangyan seemed to understand but not understand.

Jiang Ming and his wife heard this clearly, and the corners of Jiang Ming's wife's eyes were moist.

Jiang Ming said, "It's windy, I'll cover Dad with a blanket." Turning his head, tears fell.

After a while, Jiang Ming returned to normal, came over with a blanket, and covered Jiang Jingwei's lap: "Dad, it's getting cold, let's go into the room."

Jiang Jing looked up at the acacia tree, and put his hands alternately on his chest, pressing a yellowed photo. In the photo, the girl is bright and attractive, smiling like a flower.

"Jiang Ming."

"Dad, I'm here. Tell me."

Jiang Jingwei: "I'm sorry for your mother."

Jiang Ming: "Dad..."

Jiang Jingwei: "When she was four years old, if I forcibly took her overseas, she would not go astray later. When she was pregnant with you, I did not go to Canada, and she would not die. It's my fault, I married her, but didn't protect her well." Tears rolled down the corners of Jiang Jingwei's eyes, at this moment, his face was already covered with wrinkles, his hair was already gray, only the affectionate eyes in his eyes , never changed.

"It's because I didn't protect her well and raised you up. I can finally see her. I don't know if she will dislike me for being old. I'm really old and tired... I also want her to think that I don't want to wait any longer. I want to see her..." Jiang Jingwei murmured softly, slowly closed his eyes, and slowly let go of his two folded hands, hanging down weakly, and the photo on his chest fell down.

"dad!"

"grandfather!"

"..."

The wind blows the silk tree and shakes it gently.The wind blows the swing, rippling back and forth.

The girl in the photo is still very attractive, smiling like a flower.

The old man in the wheelchair closed his eyes peacefully.

"Jiang Jingwei, Jiang Jingwei..." Chai Xia burst into tears, her heart ached like a knife, stroking the bronze mirror with her slender fingers: "Jiangjing is..."

"Chai Xiaoxia." A pleasant voice sounded.

Before Chai Xia could react, Jiang Jingwei had already walked up to him and hurriedly asked, "My wife, what's wrong with you? You're crying like this."

Chai Xia stared blankly at Jiang Jingwei, touched Jiang Jingwei's face with trembling hands, tears kept washing her eyes, she stared at Jiang Jingwei's handsome young face with black hair, and looked down at his healthy body. Legs, looking up at his face again.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Jingwei asked anxiously.

Chai Xia cried out, "Jiang Jing is here."

"Yes, I'm here. What happened?"

Chai Xia hugged Jiang Jingwei tightly, "Jiang Jingwei, I love you. I want to hear you talk, I want to see you every day, I want you to look at me every day."

Jiang Jingwei smiled warmly, "Chai Xiaoxia, you finally admit that you love me."

Chai Xia: "I love you, I love you, I love you."

Jiang Jingwei: "I love you more."

Chai Xia hugged Jiang Jing tightly, not letting go.

Jiang Jingwei simply picked her up and said, "Let's go home and have dinner."

(End of this chapter)