Mrs. President is very low-key

Chapter 322 Take a closer look!

When I asked Ying Er, his gaze was obviously avoiding me, I just felt flustered.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Ying'er, I'm fine. I'm just injured. We won't see you in the intensive care ward. Don't worry. We'll listen to the doctor. Doctors are professional."

"Really?" I don't believe it.

He nodded, and I asked again: "Where's uncle? Where's Chen Xi? Where's Wang Jiuhua? Where's Yu'er? And the guests we invited, how many people have accidents?"

Mo Yiyi patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, they're all fine."

"Really? Don't lie to me? You're going to lie to me. How will you get back this lie in the future? Who happened?"

My eyes, eager to know the information, forced him to dodge like a sharp sword.

He said: "Yu'er is fine, it's just a gas move, it's fine now, the child is fine... Chen Xi is fine, just hurt his arm, nothing serious... Uncle, uncle is in the intensive care ward now , the doctor said that the burns were severe, and he would have to stay in the hospital for a long time, but it was not life-threatening..."

It is said that in order to save a child who was engulfed by the fire, my uncle rushed into the sea of ​​flames desperately, and then ran out of the fire with flames all over his body, 50% of his body was burned.

I waited helplessly for him to continue, but he didn't say anything.

I know, my Yinger is dead, and Wang Jiuhua is also dead.

It is said that when the two of them were found, Wang Jiuhua was still holding Yinger tightly in his arms. Wang Jiuhua was crushed to death by a heavy object, and my Yinger was suffocated to death.

However, they did not dare to tell me that they were afraid that I would not be able to accept this fact. I only found out about this incident a week after the incident, when the police station notified the family to pick up the body for burial.

I don't remember how painful I was at that moment, I just felt that my whole body was floating, and my legs felt like I was stepping on cotton.

Yinger's whole body seems to be shrunk down by a size, her face is so dry and dry, I suspect it's not her, but the facial features are so similar?

I was crying, but I couldn't make a sound, my throat seemed to be blocked by something, I wish I could exchange my life for hers, I wish I was the one lying there?
However, Fang Ziqing is right, no matter what the result is, I can only accept it, I cannot refuse it.

I can only tell myself that I mistakenly thought that my daughter died when she was born. Later, Wang Jiuhua said that she was my cousin who sent me to her side, and let us get along for several years.

I can only say to myself that she was not burned to death by fire, nor was she crushed to death by heavy objects, she was suffocated to death, she did not suffer pain before dying, compared to other victims, she is already very lucky .

I can only tell myself that she likes her brother Chu so much, she must be very happy to have Qiao Chu accompany her there, and Qiao Chu will take care of her for me.

However, I don't believe these words myself. I only know that my daughter is gone, and my Yinger became one of the 162 victims of the fire?
My tears seemed to have dried up, and my heart seemed to be empty.

The whole world seems meaningless to me, and I feel that my life is really bitter.

My loved ones, people I care about, why do they leave me one by one like this?To let me live in such pain?

I was thinking, did I do something bad to get such retribution?

Is it Liang Daiqing?Or the family named Jin?
I can understand Liang Daiqing's mood at that time too well, do I know her feelings for Lu Tianyu too well?
Should I have stopped her from meeting Mo Yiyi that day? If Mo Yiyi hadn't told her personally that Lu Tianyu, whom she loved, was dead, wouldn't she have committed suicide by jumping off the building?
Or Mingxin?And her and Fang Ziqing's child, Qiqi who only lived for 49 days?

Should I quit that relationship straight away? Should I tell Fang Ziqing that a man must be responsible for his woman and child. I know you love me, but you have a child?
At that time, why was I able to accept Fang Ziqing's words "from now on, this is your child" with so much peace of mind?
I was even thinking, if I raised Qiqi since childhood, she would definitely kiss me, why didn't I think that I was indirectly forcing Mingxin to separate from Qiqi?
At that time, why didn't I think about it from Mingxin's point of view, what a desperate moment a woman, a mother, would hold her child who was less than two months old, jump from that upstairs, and die To escape pain?

I thought, this must be my retribution?

It is precisely because of these sins in my body that God let me feel the pain of the separation of flesh and blood, the separation of life and death?

Yinger's voice still seems to be lingering in my mind, she called me and said: "Mom, save me, mom, save me quickly, I'm afraid...".

Even though the police station has caught the real culprit, the outside world has always misunderstood that our "firework show" caused the fire.

In addition, of course, some of the guests we invited were killed, some were seriously injured, there were disturbances at the gate of Lu's house every day, and Lu's group became a mess.

I was in a trance every day, Su Niang watched me cautiously all day, for fear that I would do something stupid?
When I raise my hand, someone will worry that I am going to kill myself with a knife. When I take a sip of water, I will also worry whether I have swallowed poison.

However, I am calmer and calmer than them, am I not as sad as they imagined?Not as fragile as they imagined.

Mo Yiyi said: "Nanfeng, we will have children in the future, this is our destiny, we have no destiny with Yinger, when she first existed, her father left her, she was just born, and her mother also left her, She is too young to know what is resentment and what is hatred? But God knows, so Ying Er was also taken back by God.

However, at least when she left, she knew that I was her father, that you were her mother, and that the two of us never abandoned her. The natural disasters are the unforeseen disasters that we cannot resist. "

I don't know if I will have children in the future?I don't know if this is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?

If it is a natural disaster, then why did someone maliciously set the fire?What if it was a man-made disaster?Who are we provoking?Why did my daughter's birthday become a death day in a good way?
She stood under the chandelier, panicked, and shouted "Mom, save me", but I could only watch helplessly?

Why is it Wang Jiuhua who rushed over?If this is really my retribution, then why doesn't God let me rush over and let me die with her in my arms?

Or is it that God wants me to bear the pain of "bereavement"?
I thought I wouldn't be able to eat or sleep, but, on the contrary, I could eat and sleep.

I can't tell the difference between dreams and reality every day, and occasionally I still feel that Yinger is still alive?

I bathe her, dress her, tell her stories, teach her pinyin, teach her to read poetry, and teach her to hold a pen and write.

I hugged her to sleep, always took the trouble to move her small body lying in the middle of the bed to the head of the bed, always straightened her curled up legs when she fell asleep, and always gave the quilt she kicked off She covers.

I played games with her, and I took her to the playground to play. There are so many pictures, things that exist, things that don't exist, things that happened, things that didn't happen.

In short, everything about Yinger, from the moment she was born, has been passing through my mind scene after scene.

I remembered the first time I saw her on the BBC building, it was the moment when the wind was blowing, her little face was red from the cold, that little aggrieved expression, those eyes full of fear.

When I held her in my arms, that small body was really too small.

At that time, she could not speak. At that time, when she was angry, she would make a "whoosh" sound like an enraged little animal, gnashing her teeth.

Later, she grew bigger, smarter, more sensible, and cuter.

She is my hope, my strong hope. Now, my hope is shattered, and I seem to be unable to hold on.

Su Niang asked: "Young Mistress, are you hungry?"

I shook my head and said, "Ms. Su, I'm not a child. I know whether I'm hungry or not. Don't look at me like that."

Su Niang said happily: "It's hard for you to say something now, young mistress, look away! No matter what, life will always go down. This life is unsatisfactory in all likelihood. Compared with ordinary people , our Lu family is full of wealth, rich clothes and fine food, a fragrant car when we go out, and a building when we enter the door. We are really much more blessed than ordinary people!
Look at me, my life is full of hardships, I have no children, I used to be with my wife, and then I was with my young master, but my wife and young master are gone, am I looking at the same Miss Tianya as my child , Master Tianqi to leave?
They are not my flesh and blood, but for the childless, aren't they their own children?Life always has to go down. After this life is over, naturally there will be no pain and pain. There are many medicines in this world, but there is no medicine for heartache, so we can only look at it. "

I smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I want to be more open."

The Lu family has too many things to do, and Mo Yiyi can't stay with me all the time at home. What's more, when we look at each other, we will only think of Ying Er's death even more?

We are more sad for each other, it is better to stay far away, he blamed himself for not protecting Yinger well, and I also blamed myself for letting go of Yinger's hand.

If I don't let her go, nothing will happen to her, even if something happens, we are still together.

I said, "Ms. Su, get me a coat. I want to go for a walk."

Su Niang said: "It's snowing outside, where are we going?"

Only then did I see snow falling outside the window, and without realizing it, the world outside was already covered in white.

I said, "Why is it snowing? Why did the first snow come so early this year?"

Su Niang corrected: "This is not the first snow, this is the third snow this year."

I said confusedly: "Really? Then there is really a lot of snow this year? And it's very big. I haven't seen such a heavy snow in many years."

"No, the snow is earlier and heavier than in previous years. It may be to suppress the fire."

I silently read: "Maybe it's to suppress the fire?"

(End of this chapter)