Chapter 55 Postscript (End) When Ren Qiu came to Beijing, he didn’t…

When Ren Qiu came to Beijing, he didn’t tell anyone, he just said he was going to take three days off.

Following the address Xiaochun gave, she searched for a long time before she came to the sickroom.

Xiaochun’s father came from another place for a checkup and was going back today. When Ren Qiu met him, he stuffed 30,000 yuan into his pocket, saying it was from Mr. Qiao.

At the beginning, he was dismissed tactfully and given 80,000 yuan as a “severance pay”. This money was enough to build a house at home and do some business in the county.

Two months ago, his father was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer in his hometown and would not live long, but he refused to believe it and came to Beijing.

The doctor still gave the same conclusion and tactfully told him that he could go home for conservative treatment.

This was a very difficult decision, but things are unpredictable and there is no way.

Ren Qiu stuffed the money into Xiaochun’s pocket forcefully, and he did not refuse.

Ren Qiu asked, "Are you going back today?"

"Yes, the train ticket has been bought."

"That's good."

Xiaochun is already in his thirties, married with children, and is no longer the young boy he used to be. He said awkwardly, "Business has been okay in recent years. I am the first person in our village to build a house and own a car. Brother Hua is very nice to me. I shouldn't have accepted this money."

No one knows whether these words are polite or true. Perhaps after going through things, he has become more face-conscious and doesn't want to ask others for favors.

Ren Qiu is more knowledgeable about the ways of the world and more able to comfort people than before. "Mr. Qiao has experienced too many ups and downs in the past few years, and his hair has turned white. He always said that he missed the early days and missed you very much. There is no way, he is pushed forward by others, the torrent of the times."

Xiaochun: "Brother Hua has always been very good to me. I graduated from junior high school and have little education. Now I am very satisfied with doing a small business. I hope Sister Qiu will say hello to him on my behalf."

Ren Qiu nodded and smiled: "No problem, don't worry."

Xiaochun said: "We have already arranged for discharge. You can go to see Azhen first. She has been alone. I have been running around for my father's illness and haven't visited her many times."

Ren Qiu: "Okay."

The two of them said goodbye.

When Ren Qiu walked to the ward, Xiaozhen closed her eyes. She didn't know if she was asleep or not. She pulled a chair and sat aside.

There were three people in the ordinary ward. Maybe because there were so many people, an extra bed was lifted in the room. They were surrounded by their family members and it was very noisy.

She was quite surprised when Xiaochun called yesterday. He had been away for five or six years.

They exchanged a few simple pleasantries. Xiaochun said that he saw Xiaozhen in the Beijing Hospital, lying alone on the hospital bed. At first, they didn't recognize each other, but later they recognized her when she answered the attending doctor's voice. She still had short hair and looked much more mature.

He thought Xiaozhen was also "driven out" by Qiao Yihua, so he didn't call Brother Hua. He thought Ren Qiu was the most suitable.

After all, when Xiaochun left Shanghai, she had been transferred to Shenzhen for a year or two. He only knew that she went to college. He had heard a little about what happened between them. It was normal for her to be driven away.

He knew that Xiaozhen didn't have many relatives. The nurse said that she had been hospitalized for more than half a year. He didn't know if a girl alone could afford the medical expenses in such a big city. He couldn't help but feel sympathy and called Ren Qiu on his own initiative.

Xiaozhen slept very lightly. When she opened her eyes and saw Ren Qiu, she called "sister" without much conversation.

The weather in Beijing was very cold. Qiao Xiaozhen wore a very thick down jacket, a warm hat, and a scarf.

The two sat on a bench by the frozen lake.

Ren Qiu asked, "How come it's been more than half a year? What's wrong with you?"

Qiao Xiaozhen looked at the people skating on the lake, "Nothing."

"I didn't tell President Qiao when I came.

" Xiaozhen said "hmm".

After not seeing each other for many years, Ren Qiu felt that she was calmer and more indifferent than himself. People change. They used to care about such heartbreaking things, but now their eyes are indifferent and calm.

Ren Qiu said, "Did you come to Beijing directly from Shenzhen?"

"Yes."

She asked this because Qiao Yihua went to Shenzhen frequently after she recovered from her illness. She lived there for more than three months in the past six months. Later, Xiaoxi was taken there and rarely returned to Shanghai.

If there is anyone in Shenzhen, it must be her.

Ren Qiu could sense that she didn't want to say more, so she chuckled, "Last month, CEO Qiao handed over many things in Shanghai to Xiaofei. Now he should be called CEO Zhang. He has been a secretary assistant since he was a graduate student. It's amazing that he has become a CEO after all these years. CEO Qiao should live in Shenzhen in the future. You know he should do it for you."

Qiao Xiaozhen certainly understood that people around Qiao Yihua would only flatter him and even think that he was superior. She was asking for more and didn't know what was good for her.

The sharp wind hurt her eyes, so Qiao Xiaozhen lowered her hat, "Sister Ren Qiu, do you still like him?"

Ren Qiu seemed to be seen through, and didn't know how to reply for a while.

Qiao Xiaozhen guessed her thoughts with just a casual remark, and said, "When I first came here, I thought you and my brother were a good match. You are like the urban woman in my fantasy, capable, generous, and know everything. My brother respects you and likes you. At that time, I wanted to be a woman like you when I grow up."

Maybe everyone thinks so. Ren Qiu handles all the internal work of the company, while Qiao Yihua is busy outside.

Time flies. Her brother married and divorced another woman and now has a child, but Ren Qiu is still unmarried. And he has been entangled with a former girl for so many years.

Others may say this as a joke or deliberate sarcasm, but she is different.

Ren Qiu said frankly: "There is no like or dislike. I don't care about these things at my age. I have my own house without being disturbed by trivial matters, I keep fit, I can travel abroad every year, and I enjoy my current life very much."

Qiao Xiaozhen: "Your life has always been what I yearn for, but it seems that every step I take is wrong, getting farther and farther away."

Ren Qiu said: "You are too stubborn, Xiaozhen. You never look back. There are many paths for people, and they don't necessarily follow their fantasies. I used to want to escape from my original family, marry a domineering president who is rich, good-looking, and treats me well, and has several children. Gradually I found that these were very unrealistic. I wanted to save money to gain a foothold in Shanghai, have my own house, have savings, and have a decent job. Now... I want to have security after retirement. So, Xiaozhen, you have to cross the river by feeling the stones in life. Plans cannot keep up with changes, and you have to look forward and backward. "

Qiao Xiaozhen: "Maybe, I don't know."

Ren Qiu continued: "Many times you are very unfair to Mr. Qiao. Xiaoxi has been sick off and on since she was born. At that time, she went to Beijing, Shanghai and even Hong Kong, the best medical conditions in the country, but she still could not be treated, so she went abroad. She was so young and went through so much trouble, and every time she returned to China after treatment, she had a fever. The death of Mr. Qiao's mother in Beijing during the SARS epidemic was a bigger blow to him. If I had known that you were in Guangdong, my hair would probably be completely white."

It would be a lie that Xiaozhen was not touched, but everyone has their own sufferings in life. Who can understand who else?

Ren Qiu sighed, "In those three years, everything piled up together, too much, good and bad intertwined. Life in this world does not necessarily require entanglement with who is right and who is wrong, nor can we always indulge in feelings. The things that people once needed most will disappear as they grow older. You care about the bad things he did to you, but not what he has been through. So you embarrass yourself and others, and waste year after year in the emptiness of time without finding any answers."

Qiao Xiaozhen believed that he would look for her, and believed that he was sad occasionally after she left, but words like gray hair and sadness always seemed to not fit him.

Ren Qiu always sided with Qiao Yihua.

Ren Qiu probably saw what Xiaozhen was thinking, and smiled, "I said you were unwilling to look back, but you just didn't believe it. Xiaoxi had been sick for a few months since she was born, and President Qiao was in the hospital every day. Many things in the company needed his decisions, and it was a mess. He said at the time that if one day he couldn't do it anymore, he would take you and Xiaoxi back to his hometown to be teachers and live an ordinary life."

Qiao Xiaozhen got up and walked to the tree by the lake, touched the drooping willow leaves, and the number of people skating in the distance gradually decreased. She said faintly, "You haven't seen our unbearableness, so you like to beautify him. He will also beautify his impression of me after not seeing me for a long time, and create a gap when we are together."

"I don't mean to glorify him, and President Qiao doesn't need to glorify you. Humans are multifaceted animals, and things are also multifaceted. You should know this since you went to college. To evaluate an event or a person, you should use a dialectical, objective and fair perspective to analyze it. This is the simplest truth."

Qiao Xiaozhen looked into the distance and said softly, "Sister Qiu, my brother has no vision. You are really more suitable for him than his ex-wife and lover. Is this bag a gift from my brother?" It

is obvious that Ren Qiu likes shopping, and the same is true for Qiao Yihua. She used to have many bags of this brand, and no matter how long it has been, she is still so sensitive.

"Last year, oh, it should be the year before last. The company was very busy preparing for the IPO. I looked after Xiaoxi for a while. He gave me this bag to thank me."

Qiao Xiaozhen smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong. I don't mean anything else. My brother likes to have a purpose for everything he does. We did meet in Shenzhen. He always does things that make people angry and sad. He checks whether it meets his requirements like an animal. I don't like this feeling at any time. You should know that I had a fierce quarrel with him in Shanghai."

Ren Qiu probably understood what she meant. He said, "You are favored, so you are fearless. You can smash all his things like that and let the whole company and all the floors know about it. But he will still be so angry that he falls ill. In fact, when people reach an age, they need to measure their self-worth and see if they can be replaced in equal amounts. I may be one of his alternatives for many women. Love is not important after the age of 30. Marrying him is still a good deal. If you have a child in the future, you will basically have no worries in your life."

The Ren Qiu in front of Qiao Xiaozhen may never be able to do what Qiao Xiaozhen did. What she couldn't do before was that she was versatile. Now she can't see through life. I'm afraid she won't be able to be chosen in the future.

On the way back to the hospital, Ren Qiu said, "If you don't want to, I can not tell President Qiao. You don't need to worry about the hospital expenses. If it's less, I will help you get some."

Xiaozhen: "No, I don't need to be hospitalized all the time. Generally, I check once every two weeks and hang the drip for three days a month. I don't lack money, really. I used to work as a cashier in the supermarket, but now I don't need it."

Ren Qiu said that he didn't have a deep relationship with her, and he didn't want to go into more topics. No matter what the disease was, everyone has the right not to talk about it.

After returning to the hospital, Qiao Xiaozhen was criticized by the nurse. It was cold outside and she shouldn't go out without permission. She couldn't find anyone to get an IV drip.

Xiaozhen was lying on the bed getting an IV drip. After a while, her nose bleed couldn't stop flowing, which scared Ren Qiu, thinking that she had a terminal illness.

Qiao Xiaozhen said calmly: "Don't be nervous, it's okay, it's really okay, it's an old problem, Beijing is really too dry."

It took four or five packs of paper to wipe it clean.

Ren Qiu was really scared. He walked out of the ward to the hospital corridor and thought about it again and again. He called Qiao Yihua to explain the situation. His tone was like a terminal illness.

It was not him who was scared, but Qiao Yihua.

They had lost contact since the last quarrel. They were exhausted. That night, they took the nearest flight to Beijing. Fortunately, there were more flights between Beijing and Shanghai.

It was already late at night when they arrived at the hospital and found the ward. At this time, the ward was still very noisy, mixed with the sound of patients in pain and the conversations of their families.

He immediately asked his assistant to upgrade the ward, and soon the nurse on duty pushed the sleeping Xiaozhen to a separate ward.

The attending doctor was resting at this time, and he urgently needed to see her specific situation, so he could only see it himself. He flipped through the scattered medical records that Qiao Xiaozhen brought, and the assistant brought all the information registered at the nurse's desk, six or seven months of things, thick film test reports, bills and examination certificates.

Qiao Yihua didn't say a word during the whole process except for touching Qiao Xiaozhen's forehead when he first came. He sat on the chair next to him and read the medical records. The temperature in Beijing has been extremely cold in the past few days, with the lowest temperature reaching minus ten degrees. He rushed here from Shanghai and didn't even change into a thicker down jacket, but an ordinary coat.

Ren Qiu poured a cup of boiled water, and he could see that the man in front of him was very nervous. He

flipped through the medical records for a long time, sorted them out according to the time and put them on the sick cabinet, then returned to the bed, checked the drip, and looked at her face carefully again.

Her thick long hair became short hair. This was probably the first time she had her hair cut short in so many years. She looked just like when they first met, but she had changed a lot. She was no longer a mature woman like when they met a few months ago, but looked a little immature.

Ren Qiu had never seen them quarreling, but this was the first time he had such an expression. The last time they quarreled and threw things, everyone in the company knew about it.

He didn't expect that when they met again, there would still be only care and nothing else. Ren Qiu couldn't help but think sometimes, if Xiaozhen hadn't been pestering him to be with him, and they had just been ordinary friends who started a business and shared hardships, would he still be moved and forgive her again and again and be obsessed with her? Or if he was more proactive and closer to her, would he be able to win his heart?

Although these assumptions were meaningless, they had a child, and they were destined to never be able to get rid of it cleanly in this life.

Qiao Yihua covered Xiaozhen with a quilt, touched her needle, and went out of the room with Ren Qiu and closed the door.

Ren Qiu automatically switched to reporting mode when he saw him: "Xiaochun and his father came to check on the patient. They met Xiaozhen who was alone. They called me because they were afraid something might happen. I came here first because I was anxious. I thought it would be better to tell you in the evening. I talked to Xiaozhen for a while in the afternoon. She is in good condition. President Qiao, don't worry."

Qiao Yihua: "Is Xiaochun still in the hospital?"

"They left this morning. They've been here for a few days. There's nothing to do."

Qiao Yihua glanced at Ren Qiu and said gently, "You shouldn't be the one to cause trouble. If you have time, just go back tomorrow."

Ren Qiu smiled and said, "Mr. Qiao, I've watched Xiaozhen grow up. It's more convenient to have a woman in the hospital."

Qiao Yihua stopped shirking responsibility and asked, "What did she say?"

Ren Qiu said, "She said that when she was diagnosed with a disease in Shenzhen, she was asked to go to Beijing for a checkup. So she resigned and came here directly and never went back. She said she wasn't short of money and would occasionally do odd jobs as a supermarket cashier."

Ren Qiu knew what he wanted to know and continued, "She also asked me if you gave her this bag? You used to give her this brand often. She asked me if Mr. Qiao had chosen a stepmother for Xiaoxi."

He commented lightly, "You really worry too much."

"Is Xiaozhen okay?"

"Not big, not small." Qiao Yihua didn't say much and took out a bunch of keys. "You can go to the hotel or my house. You don't have to stay up late here at night. I'll be there."

Ren Qiu nodded: "Mr. Qiao, call me if you have anything."

It was already past three in the morning when Qiao Xiaozhen finished the drip. The nurse on duty said it took more than eight hours. It should have taken six hours. Her wrist was red and swollen so the drip was slower. She could be discharged after a check-up during the day.

She woke up when the needle was sealed. The ward was quiet and decorated. When she saw Qiao Yihua standing next to her with a frown on

his face, she knew what was going on. She stared at him blankly. In fact, when people meet their closest people, the grievances they have experienced will be doubled. She wanted to complain but didn't know where to start. After the nurse left, Qiao Yihua pressed the bandage on her wrist to prevent the needle from bleeding.

Xiaozhen just looked at her, pitiful, not knowing whether it was silence due to grievance or because she didn't know what to say.

The last time the two of them quarreled and threw things, there was no room for maneuver and nothing to say.

After pressing the blood vessels for a while, he let go of his hand, "Are you still sleepy?"

She arched her pillow and nodded.

In the morning, she was woken up by the doctor and a group of interns who came to make rounds. The single room was comfortable and quiet. In the past, she could wash and go to the toilet in the ward at five o'clock and was woken up by all kinds of noise.

The doctor asked a few questions and said, it's nothing, you can be discharged today.

Qiao Yihua followed the doctor who was making rounds out, probably to ask about her specific condition.

The assistant handled the discharge. Xiaozhen's luggage and medical records had been taken away and sent to Qiao Yihua's mother's home in Beijing. There was no need to ask her whether she agreed to live there or not. She could just go there directly.

It was snowing outside, pure snowflakes without rain. No one was holding an umbrella on the road. She simply combed her short hair a few times, put on a thick down jacket with a hat, scarf and gloves, and wrapped herself up like a zongzi.

Because of the Olympics, Beijing has been renovating in recent years, with a much greater intensity than Shanghai. Qiao Yihua's mother's house was surrounded by green plants and painted with uniform murals. The general propaganda was "Promote civilization, establish new trends, new Beijing, new Olympics" and so on. It was an old-style community, but the water and electricity environment was okay. It was

Xiaozhen's first time here. Qiao Yihua walked in front of the stairs and she followed behind.

I just don't know if he was cold wearing such thin clothes, but he was so fond of pretending that he wouldn't say he was cold.

Before I knocked on the door, Ren Qiu greeted him at the door.

Walking in, the house was very warm.

In the two years since his mother passed away, Qiao Yihua rarely came to Beijing again, because Xiaoxi was afraid of the cold and was always sick, and the little kinship was not enough to leave his daughter behind and come again during the Spring Festival. So she didn't pay the heating fee last year. This year she's a little older and in better health, so she thought it would be worth it even if she only stayed for two days during the Spring Festival. At least she wouldn't catch a cold, so she paid the heating fee.

I didn't expect it to be useful here.

Ren Qiu asked a housekeeping company to clean the room in the morning.

Qiao Xiaozhen took off her scarf, hat and down jacket, sat on the sofa, and was out of breath when she came over from the fourth floor.

Ren Qiu and Qiao Yihua went to the balcony to talk about something. They really looked like adults, a perfect match in every sense.

After the two came back from the balcony, Qiao Yihua pushed open the bedroom door and found that she had already lain down.

From the early hours of the night until now, Qiao Xiaozhen was resting in bed, and they didn't say a word to each other.

"What do you want to eat?"

Qiao Xiaozhen still couldn't get used to the white hair on both sides of his head. Even though her face didn't change much, she still couldn't tell what she felt.

Qiao Yihua closed the door casually and asked her again, "Are you hungry?"

She shook her head. They had such a fierce quarrel last time, but they could still meet again. He looked so calm and calm. Did he not care or had he completely given up?

"Are you two going to get married?" He didn't say anything. Qiao Xiaozhen continued, "I support you getting married. I know you don't need my support." She paused for a moment and asked, "Will you have children after you get married?" "

You are always concerned about this. What's the reason?" He wanted to ask his own answer.

What's her mentality? I don't know. I always want to ask. He wants to ask any woman he gets close to.

She talked to herself, "Will you still treat Xiaoxi well after you get married? I hope that if you find a new wife, you'd better not have another child, otherwise she will be an abandoned child."

Just like herself, drifting in the wind, helpless. How deep a man's love for his children depends on his feelings for his biological mother. He should hate himself to death. Then his love for his children will disappear after having a new child, although he will not admit it at this moment.

Qiao Yihua: "What are you talking about?"

While he was puzzled, she imagined a sad story in her mind. Although she had no contact with her daughter at the moment, if he really had a new child, she would take her daughter away secretly. It would always be better to live a hard life with her biological mother than with her biological father with a new child.

Qiao Yihua definitely didn't know these thoughts.

He got up and poured a cup of hot water.

While waiting for the hot water, he went to get her bag on the sofa. There were not many things in the world that could break his defense, until he took out her bag to see which bank card number was in use to transfer money. He opened the red and a little old wallet and found an ID card, two bank cards, and a train ticket that was enough to hurt his heart. It was a hard seat from Beijing West Railway Station to Chengdu tomorrow, more than 30 hours.

He came over with a glass of hot water, and said with a tragic look: "How much do you hate me? You can go back there now, but you don't want to go with me."

Qiao Xiaozhen opened her eyes and saw Qiao Yihua standing by the bed with a train ticket in her hand.

"I want..." Does she want to see it? No, she just didn't know where to go. She had too many dreams this year, being locked in a crystal coffin and thrown into the mountains to escape from human traffickers. The deadly feeling of being unable to breathe made her superstitious about fortune tellers on the street, and she went to burn paper money for her family to pray for the nightmare to go away.

"I think... I should let it go."

Did she believe it herself when she said this? Qiao Yihua didn't believe it either. He sat down and asked, "What about me?"

"What?"

He said self-deprecatingly, "It turns out that you hate me more than you hate your father and your hometown nightmare. In fact, I know very well that you will not forgive me these years. You resent me for taking action and saying such vicious words."

This scene seemed to be echoing in his ears and eyes for the rest of his life. He said such vicious and resolute words. Compared with himself, she couldn't compare to breaking things and collapsing a hundred times.

Qiao Xiaozhen looked at the white hair on both sides of his temples, her eyelids drooped with a little sadness, avoiding the question and said: "I don't hate you, I have no right to hate you. The money for seeing a doctor in Beijing these days is all yours. If I hadn't accidentally used the wrong bank card and saw the money inside, I might have died a long time ago."

When did the topic between them change from endless feelings to life and death?

She was not sincere and unwilling to speak her mind.

Qiao Yihua looked out the window. It was snowing. The wind blew through the gaps and brought a hint of chill. He walked over and closed the window tighter. The heating in the room was very warm. He took off his coat and gently put it on the bed, then sat back down.

He felt the need to explain what happened last time, "Sometimes I am very selfish and don't care about your feelings. I want you to come back to my side for absolutely no other reason. It has always been because I need you and you as a person."

Qiao Xiaozhen sat up from her lying body, her eyes fixed on the person in front of her. She was very sad. The sad time passed so quickly, and it changed so quickly in the blink of an eye.

When I was in middle school, I imagined that when I grew up to his age, I would be successful, as mature as him, understand everything, ride the wind and waves, and be able to control everything easily like an adult.

Now that I am his age, I find that I can't control anything. My mentality has changed very little, and I am still a child who needs to be relied on. Every step I take is not satisfactory, and I am so embarrassed.

"Don't say that. Sometimes I really hate myself. I feel that I deserve all the suffering and fatigue I've endured. If I could go back to the past, I would not choose the current path at every step. I'm already so old." She looked at him and asked, "Brother, will you miss me in the future?"

"Yes." He answered quickly, "I really miss you. In the past few years, I have been thinking about you all the time."

"Me too." She lowered her head and said silently, "Why can't we always be together?"

Qiao Yihua: "Yes, anytime." His voice was extremely gentle, and he said with an almost affectionate look, "I really love you."

Love her? This sentence made her heart beat suddenly. In her heart, how could he say such a thing? He wouldn't.

For so many years, the word "love" was very heavy. It never belonged to him, let alone her.

Qiao Xiaozhen seemed to be stimulated and a little excited. She cried and said, "No, brother, you don't miss me and you don't love me. I have never blamed you for what you said when you beat me that day, because I know that what you said in anger was not sincere! But do you know when I was sad? It was our first time. I didn't blame you much in my heart. I always fantasized that you could cancel the wedding and not get married. I really wanted you to cancel it, but you didn't. You didn't do anything. Why didn't you do it? After that, I was like a prostitute who was summoned and dismissed at will. I felt that I was nothing in your eyes. I was just a dissolute and cheap mistress without any dignity. I couldn't convince you to treat me like you did when I was a child. I knew someone was deceiving me. I wanted to end it and separate! Later I came back to you , you are divorced, if you love me, why didn't you marry me then? How scared was I when everyone asked you to leave me and cut off contact? I really loved you those days, I really wanted you to promise me, you had nothing, you were thinking about how to be with others, how to exclude me. But why did you only think of marrying me when I was pregnant? Why did you do this only when you knew you were pregnant? Do you know how I felt when you heard you say you wanted to get married? It was sadder than all the pains before! Now you have to tell me again and again how much the child needs me, how much you need me. We are so far away from love. "

Qiao Yihua listened to her words, trembling as he touched her short hair and her face. The pain was so heartbreaking and desperate. Over the years, he felt as if he had never done anything right, didn't understand her at all, couldn't feel everything in her heart, was hurt and stabbed again and again.

He tried hard to calm himself down, and for the first time, he shed tears in front of her. The words got stuck in his throat, and he said slowly, "How unlucky are you to meet me?"

Qiao Xiaozhen finally told him everything in her heart with tears, especially since she was tortured by the illness repeatedly, and all the pain that she couldn't let go of in her heart was exposed to him.

But what did she want? To let go or to have deeper pity? She couldn't say anything except endless tears.

Qiao Yihua hugged her in his arms and hugged her tightly. They were not lovers, but it was like they were siblings again, and he comforted her as a brother. In fact, there is no way back, and he is deceiving himself.

He said, "Xiaozhen, you have always been a very strong and tenacious girl. You were able to survive the hard times with your family for the past ten years. You have had an even harder time with me for the past ten years, right? You shouldn't have met me, you shouldn't have."

"No, no." She hugged him and snuggled in his arms. But it was not the same. For so many years, she had been forced to live in pain, but also happy. The happy memories of the past may have been almost forgotten with the various things in the past few years, but she can still remember them, a little bit, a little bit.

Qiao Yihua stroked her cheeks with both hands and rubbed her short hair. When they first met many years ago, she had the same hair, but things are unpredictable, everything is changing, including themselves. She is still so young, but he has white hair.

He said, "I'm old, really old. I regretted things I never regretted. I always want a lot. I want the bad things in the past to not exist. I want you and Xiaoxi to stay with me forever. I'm always unwilling to give up. I want to have everything you have and want you to love me. You shouldn't have gone through this. I regretted it a long time ago. No matter how cute our daughter is or how much I have you, it can't make up for the torture your unhappiness and hatred for me bring me."

Ren Qiu heard all their conversations in the living room. It has been more than ten years. I don't know if this time will end.

They must have been exhausted. From the time they met, they were so pure, but now they have children and feelings but still can't be together.

Qiao Xiaozhen is still running a fever and can't breathe when she cries. When she was discharged from the hospital, the doctor told her that if she had a fever, she needed to take a fever-reducing pill and couldn't delay.

Ren Qiu brought boiled water and handed it to Qiao Yihua. He fed Xiaozhen, who was already tired of crying, the medicine in his arms.

Slowly leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep.

When Xiaozhen got up in the morning, Ren Qiu bought breakfast, traditional northern snacks, soy milk, fried dough sticks and buns, which she had been used to eating for these months.

Ren Qiu said that it was snowing outside and the weather forecast said that there would be heavy snow.

Qiao Xiaozhen said, "I'll take the subway back to the train station. It's very convenient with just one suitcase."

Ren Qiu glanced at Qiao Yihua, and he didn't stop her from leaving, so he said, "Boss Qiao, I'll take her to the train station."

In fact, not only did Qiao Yihua not let her go, but neither did her assistant. He was no longer like before, tearing up the train ticket and locking her at home, so that she could stay by his side and not go anywhere.

How many years will it take before we can meet again after this separation?

The snow was getting heavier outside, and it took a long time to get a taxi. Fortunately, we left early.

Sitting in the car, no one spoke.

When we arrived at the train station square, there were crowds of people. Many passengers were stranded by the heavy snow, and there were even more people due to the recent peak of returning home. Tickets were required to enter the station. There was a long queue at the entrance of the waiting hall.

Qiao Yihua pushed the luggage to the front of the team and said, "Call me if you have anything."

Qiao Xiaozhen took the gift and walked into the team, "Brother, can you go and take a look at my hair? I'm a little scared."

Qiao Yihua comforted him, "It's nothing, maybe it needs to be supplemented, but I'll go to the hospital to ask."

Qiao Xiaozhen said "hmm". They lined up in the long line in the snow and entered the waiting hall.

He would not tell her how he felt when he realized that she had completely disappeared in the hospital. When he had been in his blood for ten years and even had a child and felt that he had to own someone, suddenly everything disappeared. The unprepared emptiness, the feeling of powerlessness was enough to make a person grow white hair overnight.

Just like she had never planned to tell him in her life that she had miscarried under repeated stimulation and shock when she was pregnant, locked in that room and saw blood and pants were covered with blood in fear, how could she spend those days alone without anyone to rely on.

But they would not know that each of them knew about each other.

When they were about to reach the door of the waiting hall, Qiao Xiaozhen turned around and saw that person standing motionless in the snow, with snowflakes falling on his shoulders, and the heavy snow and hair had melted together and turned completely white.

She couldn't help crying out loud. Because she stopped, she was pushed by the people behind her. Qiao Yihua quickly came over, pulled Xiaozhen's arm across the railing, and said to the people behind her: "Don't push her, she is still sick." He

signaled the people behind to go first.

Qiao Yihua stroked her face and said gently: "Remember to come to Shanghai or Shenzhen to find me, okay?"

She cried very sadly, and it was unclear whether she shook her head or nodded. She quickly sorted out her emotions and entered the station, disappearing from his sight.

Qiao Yihua was not reassured. He asked his assistant to call the staff of the Southwest Office to pick up the plane and sent a photo to the mailbox.

The staff waited for five or six hours according to the arrival time of the train, but did not see anyone.

Qiao Xiaozhen still couldn't completely let go of that place with superstition. She got off the bus halfway. No one knew when she got off and where she went.

Maybe she would travel around the world to relax.

Maybe she would find a warm town to settle down and run a tailor shop.

Maybe she would continue to work hard in a big city and find a new job.

Or maybe she would still dream of studying abroad.

Who knows.