I have special communication skills

Chapter 110

It has been almost a month since the incident happened.

The Feitian Pavilion was sealed off, Xiao Tian was on the run, Jing Chu woke up after lying in the hospital for two days, everything seemed like a lifetime away.

It's just that Yang Mianmian disappeared and never came back. Cong Jun used all his connections to rescue them. The helicopter flew to the place where they had an accident, and after searching inside, he only found the kidnapper a few kilometers away from the scenic spot. He was already dehydrated. And die.

But Yang Mianmian didn't even find the corpse. This is a perfectly normal thing. The desert is changing rapidly, and there are countless bones buried under the desert yellow sand. Those of today's people and those of ancient people, no matter whether they were royal family members or ordinary people in the past, will be buried a hundred years later. What was found was only a dehydrated mummy.

Jing Chu finally returned to Nancheng three days ago, and his vision blurred as soon as he opened the door. In just half a year, this house is already full of traces of another person, the pillows she threw on the sofa, and her favorite food on the coffee table. There are snacks in the cupboard, and there are bowls and chopsticks with sheep patterns that she especially likes, and every corner of the room is filled with her breath.

Things are right and wrong, really things are right and wrong.

He felt that his legs were filled with lead, and he staggered every step he took. After finally walking to the sofa and sitting down, he felt that his hands were trembling slightly.

He sat on the sofa for a long time, only thinking that she would open the door and smile into his arms at any time, but she didn't.

The room was horribly empty, more desolate than a desert.

He sat from the sun until the sun was setting and the sun was setting, and he was pulled out of the chaos until the phone rang, and Jing Chu pressed the connection: "Hello, Dad."

"I received a gift from you, which really surprised me." The voice on the other end of the phone was low and smiling, "Are you interested in calligraphy and painting now?"

Knowing a son is like a father, Jing Qin is the one who knows his son best, although they don't spend much time with each other, but he understands his own child, Jing Chu neither inherits his preferences, nor is he like his mother. Similarly, whether they chose to join the army or choose to be a policeman, it was a path they never thought of.

However, both he and Jing Chu's mother chose to respect and support their children, unconditionally.

The calligraphy and painting of the Tang Dynasty was photographed to investigate Xiao Tian's Feitian Pavilion. Jing Chu himself didn't like it, so after getting it, he gave it to his father: "I just thought you would like it."

"I like it very much." Even if Jing Qin didn't like calligraphy and painting, as long as it was a gift from a child, how could he not be happy.But he also heard some clues from Jing Chu's voice, "Did something happen?"

"Dad." Jing Chu's voice choked up, "I'm sorry."

Jing Qin's heart sank slightly, and his voice suddenly became serious: "What happened, don't worry, we will solve it together." He really couldn't figure out what would happen to Jing Chu. This son has been mature and sensible since he was a child. The family has never had those bad habits, it is upright and steady.

"I persuaded you to forget her at the beginning, and I said that. I'm sorry." Jing Chu remembered what he had said to his father a long time ago. He thought he was trying to persuade him, but no, people who have not experienced it will never understand that. Heartache.

He understands now.

"I didn't blame you, there are some things that you can't understand if you haven't experienced it..." Jing Qin sighed softly, and suddenly realized something was wrong, "What happened?"

"I lost someone." Jing Chu suppressed the trembling of his voice, "I lost her, and I didn't even find her body, Dad—I couldn't even find her body."

Jing Qin could feel the pain in his heart at this moment through the phone. He had experienced that kind of pain many years ago. Someone stabbed his heart severely. From now on, the bleeding will not stop until he dies. heal.

Every day is a blunt knife cutting flesh, a long life, tortured for a lifetime.

He was silent on the phone for a long time, and carefully considered his words: "I understand your mood, and I also know that you are like me, you will never forget her in your life, it's okay, child, it's okay."

"I don't know..." Jing Chu murmured, "I don't know what to do, Dad, what should you do?"

"Memory, miss, once a person dies, it is easy to disappear from other people's memory. No one talks about her anymore. Everyone has their own life to continue, but I have to remember, I want to continue to live, together with her, as if She's still alive."

Memories, miss?Is this the only thing left of my life from now on?When Jing Chu thought of her, he felt sour in his heart.

Jing Qin's voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself: "For a long time after Ah Qing's death, I couldn't admit the reality. Until later, I thought that death is easy, and those who are left behind are the most painful. , but then I thought, since this is the case, let me suffer.”

Yes, living people have to bear everything, which is much harder than dying.Jing Chu remembered that if he had died and Yang Mianmian had lived, what would have happened to her?

How could he be willing to let her be tortured.

Jing Qin said softly: "Son, maybe it won't get better in the future, but the worst is like this. Whether you choose to forget her and start over again, or you are like me, you are ready to stop accepting her in this life. Me and your mother Will support your choice, marriage is just a way of life, you can not do that, no one will blame you."

Marriage is only the path chosen by most people, and it is not necessary to do so. Everyone has the right to choose their own life. Marriage may not be happy, and not getting married may not be sad. As long as it is the choice he wants most, he will definitely respect it. own children.

"Thank you Dad, this matter..." Jing Chu hesitated, "Don't tell Mom, she asked me to take care of her, but I didn't do it."

"Okay, don't tell her." Jing Qin still knows his ex-wife very well. Jing Chu's mother, Bai Xiangxue, was pampered and lived in a greenhouse since she was a child. , but respect each other like a guest, he is always a good friend, and he never let her suffer the slightest grievance.

Bai Xiangxue was full of emotions, if she heard that her son had suffered such pain, she would probably be more sad than Jing Chu.

Their father and son tacitly protected her all the time, which is why Jing Chu would choose to talk to his father instead of his mother who was usually closer to him in such a matter.

"Is Mom okay?" Jing Chuqiang cheered up and changed the subject.

Jing Qin also replied in a more relaxed tone: "Very well, she went on a date again today."

"Is the other party reliable?" Jing Chu couldn't help but feel a little worried. His mother is the kind in classics where a handsome man would knock on the door on a rainy night and tell her, "Come with me," and she would wander around with him. Tianya's kind of woman, she can always attract the attention of men, and she is also full of romantic feelings.

When Jing Chu was young, she once fell in love with an oil painter who was talented but poor. She was attracted to him when she saw his paintings by chance, and the two fell in love quickly.

At that time she said to Jing Qin: "Old Qin, I fell in love with someone, let's get a divorce."

Jing Qin readily agreed and congratulated her: "Congratulations, I hope you are happy."

Before the divorce procedures were completed, the painter fell in love with another model. She was born in the market, vulgar and pungent, but she was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and every inch of her skin was young. The painter admired her fresh body and put the white Xiangxue put it behind her.

So a month later, she said to Jing Qin, "Old Qin, I'm broken in love."

Jing Qin said: "It doesn't matter, he has no vision, you will meet someone more worthy of your love."

So the marriage was not divorced, but her love was still going on, because she was always looking for love, Bai Xiangxue always looked young and her personality was like a girl.

Jing Chu also felt very strange when he was a child. His family seemed to be different, but both Bai Xiangxue and Jing Qin were very qualified parents. They loved him and taught him. They did not love each other, but the atmosphere of the family was always harmonious. , parents are like old friends, the relationship is very good, Jing Qin always supports his wife, no matter who she falls in love with, he will bless her and tell her that she will never have to worry about the future.

So every time Bai Xiangxue fell in love, she immediately told him beamingly: "Old Qin, I'm in love!"

When he was broken in love, he ran home and cried to him: "Old Qin, I'm broken in love again."

Thirty years have passed, and Jing Chu has changed from being surprised to being calm. After growing up, he and Jing Qin began to worry about whether Bai Xiangxue's love partner is reliable this time.

Bai Xiangxue's love has bumps and bumps, but there is always love. In comparison, Jing Qin's private life is too dull. Apart from work, his private time is taking care of his children, reading books, and listening to Bai Xiangxue talk about his love life. As a result, Bai Xiangxue often complained: "Old Qin, are you frigid?"

"Old Qin, you are not gay, are you?"

"Old Qin, your secretary is actually a man?"

"Old Qin, do you have a love life?"

Jing Qin let her rant, but I stood still until he was 41 years old, one day at dinner time, he said: "A Xue, I want a divorce."

Bai Xiangxue was even more excited than him, and almost cried with joy: "Really? Great, I'm so happy! Congratulations, but are you male or female?"

"Ah Qing, do you know him?"

Bai Xiangxue's expression suddenly cracked: "Chu Qingqing?" She looked at him cautiously, "If I remember correctly, she seems to be..."

"Ahem," Jing Qin coughed, a little embarrassed, "I hope you won't laugh at me."

Bai Xiangxue shook her head: "Of course not, it's too late for me to be happy for you, but... this matter will not go well."

Jing Qin said calmly: "I know, but I think since I decided to start, I should divorce first, otherwise it will be unfair to you and her."

Bai Xiangxue bit her chopsticks: "I have no objection, son, do you have any objection?"

That year when Jing Chu was just an adult, he also shook his head: "No." Anyway, he was already mentally prepared, but he always thought that it was Bai Xiangxue who was going to get married before getting divorced, but he didn't expect it to be Jing Qin.

But that doesn't matter, his parents have made an agreement from the beginning of their marriage, and now that their purpose of marriage has been achieved, they can finally be free, which is not a bad thing.

Divorce came with the distribution of property. Jing Qin proposed to distribute most of the property to Bai Xiangxue. The reason was simple: "I can make money, but you can't. If you have a lot of money, you don't have to worry about it in the future."

Not only did Bai Xiangxue's fingers not touch the spring water, but she also had a dark eye for such things. She refused: "If you give it to me, I can only squander it. I have no concept of money. You should give it to me every month."

Jing Qin didn't say anything, but still transferred a lot of shares to her name, signed the contract and gave her a large amount of alimony every month, enough for her to squander her life.

They didn't have much difference in money, they trusted each other and didn't argue, the only question Bai Xiangxue asked was: "When you get married, will you have children?"

Jing Qin didn't hide anything: "If it goes well, it should." After a moment's pause, he said, "Axue, you have to trust me."

"I believe you."

However, even if everything was arranged properly, and they divorced smoothly this time, no one was still happy.

Chu Qingqing committed suicide by jumping into the river three months after Jing Qin divorced, leaving a suicide note:
People's words are terrible, I don't want you to suffer.

I have no regrets, even if I die.

That year, she was 16 years old.

(End of this chapter)