Master Mo's beloved wife

"Ding Ling Ling!"

The phone rings abruptly.

"Junfei, Mr. Mo has removed the pressure on your company." Xiao Nai's cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Is it?"

"Yes, thanks to xiaoloujie, if she didn't find Mr. Mo herself... In short, I would like to thank xiaoloujie." Xiao Nai's light voice came from that end.

"Well, did Mo QingHan embarrass her?" Ye Junfei asked faintly.

"Just now the company is saying that the relationship between xiaoloujie and general manager Mo is not clear. I believe xiaoloujie is definitely not that kind of person!"

Xiao Nai pinched the palm of his hand, and his eyeground was totally opposite.

Ye Junfei frowned, "what kind of person is Xiaolou? Don't you know that you have been with her for so long?"

Xiaonai quickly explained, "it's not that there are so many rumors in the company. I never think xiaoloujie is such a person."

Ye Junfei hung up and drove away.

Xiaonai looked at the phone that had been hung up, and a piece of resentment flashed in his eyebrows.

She managed to get in touch with ye Junfei. She didn't expect that this man was Qin Xiaolou besides Qin Xiaolou. She had been around him for so long, and he didn't even look at her more.

Saturday.

Early morning sunlight through the curtains, sprinkled on Qin Xiaolou's face.

Outside the window, the sound of cars and peddlers, all kinds of mixed sounds, vaguely through the glass, came in.

She opened her eyes vaguely. As soon as she turned out her cell phone, she saw Li Wenhao's message, "I'll wait for you downstairs."

The clock on the wall just points to eight.

She immediately put on her slippers and went to the window downstairs to have a look. Li Wenhao's car really stopped downstairs.

In a quarter of an hour.

She was standing downstairs. Not far away, Li Wenhao was standing by the car with a cigarette in his hand. There was light smoke around.

A closer look, only to find that his eyes of the green mark, has been a new lip out of the Hu slag.

"Wen Hao, when did you come?"

Li Wenhao saw Qin Xiaolou and raised a gentle smile on his lips. "He just stood for a while."

Qin Xiaolou didn't break his words, "why don't you wait in the car? It's cold outside."

"It's delicious to smoke in the car. Don't you want to take my car?"

Li Wenhao lost his cigarette and got on the car without any ambiguity.

What else did Qin Xiaolou want to say, but he found that Li Wenhao was obviously not right at this time, and swallowed the words silently.

The car gradually drove out of the city, and the surrounding scenery began to become desolate, with a different kind of vividness.

This road, she is very familiar with, even familiar with everything, because here is her parents' burial ground, did not expect Li Wenhao would bring her here.

"Xiaolou, when did you know me?"

"In college." Qin Xiaolou thought and answered.

"Do you know when I met you?" Li Wenhao continued.

"When you knew me, wasn't it when I knew you?" Qin Xiaolou couldn't help but reply.

"I've known you for ten years." Li Wenhao said a piece of mindless words.

Out of the car, he took a bunch of flowers from the trunk, skillfully through the scattered tombstone, stopped in one of them.

It says on the tombstone that his mother and brother were buried together.

"Wenhao, you... Don't be sad."

Qin Xiaolou suddenly didn't know what to say. She found that all the comforts were pale in the face of death, and all the words became clumsy.

Li Wenhao shook his head and stood in front of the tombstone in silence.

"This year is probably the tenth year. It doesn't matter. I'm used to it."

"How did your mother leave?"

"Suicide, because my brother died suddenly, my mother couldn't bear the blow, so she burned gas at home to commit suicide.

At that time, I happened to be in high school. When I came back, I found that people were no longer good. " Li Wenhao said with a chill in his eyes.

Qin Xiaolou suddenly understood Li Wenhao's abnormality today. He looked at him with mixed feelings and drooped his head. His eyes were a little wet.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It doesn't matter. It's all over."

Li Wenhao stared at the tombstone in silence. Only he knew that it would never pass.

"No!" Qin Xiaolou subconsciously denied his words and said excitedly, "how can there be such an easy past?"

He gave her an unexpected look.

"I know the feeling of losing one's family. I feel very desperate. I feel that you are the only one left in the world, surrounded by darkness, and I don't know where there is light."

There is a Sophora tree planted in the cemetery. After ten years, it has grown into a big tree.

He looked at Qin Xiaolou with complicated eyes.

"Can you put it down? If you know your enemy, can you let it go? "

Qin Xiaolou was asked, and a touch of meditation flashed across his eyes.

"Just asking."

Li Wenhao quickly took this topic, took one from the bunch of chrysanthemums, and held it in his hand. The color was bright yellow and fresh, as if it made him vivid.

Qin Xiaolou hasn't responded yet, and Li Wenhao has already made an effort to leave.

Until she left the cemetery, it was only a few minutes in total, but she felt that it had been a long time, as if she had gone through the insurmountable distance between life and death.

Since life and death are not so difficult to go, is hatred really so difficult to put down?

Her eyes were fixed on the wrinkled chrysanthemum in Li Wenhao's hand, and a trace of sadness flashed across her eyes.

Until all around into a gray wall, and the wrinkled chrysanthemum was placed on the concrete table, the prison man's eyes tightly locked the wrinkled chrysanthemum.

Li Wenhao didn't say a word.

She didn't say it.

The man did not speak, pale lips trembling, turbid eyes suddenly wet by tears, without warning to tears.

Bata Bata, hit on the gray cement table, like a wrinkled chrysanthemum.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he began to murmur to himself again, without saying anything else, and kept repeating the three words.

"What happened to the traffic accident? If you don't say it, you'll never be able to say you're sorry. You'll always bear such a debt of conscience. "

Qin Xiaolou felt something and asked suddenly.

The man raised his head, tears in his gray face brush out a trace.

"Did the girl you killed suddenly rush out of the road?" She asked.

The man was silent for a long time and nodded.

"Do you know how that girl got out of the street?"

Qin Xiaolou asked in a hurry.

"Someone pushed her, the girl who testified, and she pushed her out of the road."

The man said difficultly.

Qin Xiaolou Leng in place, the whole heart seems to be immersed in the ice, the whole body of blood also seems to stop the flow!

She wanted to ask out loud, but in the end she just asked calmly, "why didn't you explain it then?"