"Thank you, Hara."
Tong Yao gently hugged her son and buried her chin in his soft hair.
Of course, she knew that this suicide note had nothing to do with her son, but her son didn't want to be wronged, so he came out to bear the blame.
She touched her son's cheek lovingly and smiled bitterly: "Yuan Xiu, no matter what, we have to believe that your father didn't kill my mother, you know, you must believe it." ” "Mom, why are you so convinced, have you never doubted Dad" "It's because I used to doubt that I believe it even more."
It is precisely because she has entangled, wandered, and deceived herself again and again that she understands better what she wants.
There has never been a moment when she understands Yuan Xun better.
Even if he told her a thousand or ten thousand lies, there were only two things, and they must be right.
The first thing is that he loves her, and the second thing is that he doesn't kill anyone.
She could see in his eyes that he just wasn't killing.
No man could look at himself with such tenderness and pain after killing her mother.
"As your father's son, you should trust your father even more.
If he really had to kill someone, he wouldn't be open to his wife, his son. ” "Mom, of course I do."
Yuan Xiu bit his lip and lowered his eyes: "Dad, it's really hard" Tong Yao hugged her son in her arms: "I really hope to see him, I have a lot to say to him." ” When she received this earring, she was in a state of panic, but Yuan Xun suddenly had an accident, and then was called by the public security organ for questioning, and after coming back, she was forced to ask by the original family, and after this series of experiences, she calmed down.
She knew that the Yuan family would definitely try to save Yuan Xun, and she didn't have to worry about this.
But she is his wife, and now that something has happened to him, she must be calm, not panicked, and must think carefully about what else she can do to help him, and how she can be calmer, more decent, and more credible when testifying for him.
How can we clear his name?
She hugged the son, who had her and his blood, and muttered, "I must try to meet your father before the trial." ” She had a lot to say to him.
But no one thought that when the family could start to visit Yuan Xun, when Tong Yao applied to see her husband, her husband refused to meet her.
Her husband didn't want to meet her.
No matter how much she pleaded, her imprisoned husband did not want to see her.
She ran to ask her father-in-law, the father-in-law who had just managed to meet Yuan Xun: "Dad, tell me how Yuan Xun is now, why he doesn't see me, I have something to say to him."
It's okay if we can't meet alone, I just want to see him from afar, just one look."
The original father avoided her gaze: "I don't know either." ” "Did he mention me, did he say anything?"
"Nope.
Now that I am in custody, and the case has not yet been tried and judged, I cannot follow the opinions of my family. ” Tong Yao shook her head in disbelief: "I don't believe it, how can he not see me, how can it be Since Dad can see him, I can too." ” "You go back and calm down first, and then think about this perjury."
As he spoke, the original father glanced at Tong Yao: "I don't believe that perjury was made by Yuan Xiu, how old is he."
He said this on purpose to defend you, and I don't want to embarrass my grandson, and I won't mention it in the future.
But I still hope that if your mother really left such a suicide note, I hope you can think about how to find it, so that it can help Yuan Xun on the right path. ” After saying this, the original father left on his own.
Tong Yao stood there in a daze, she felt that she was now a rabbit locked in a dark room, even if she wanted to do something desperately, but she hit the wall again and again, and she didn't know which direction to push in.
Why didn't Yuan Xun see her?
Whether she can't bear it, or she doesn't want to, or someone is making trouble with it, and she just doesn't want her to see her husband She sat alone in front of the window, watching the sunset fall in front of the window, imagining the man who was imprisoned.
Now, she suddenly and completely understands that she has been living in a fairy tale, and she does not belong to the fairy tale of the real world.
And her call was created by Yuan Xun.
When Yuan Xun leaves, she is no longer the princess of the fairy tale.
The phone rang, and she glanced numbly and picked it up.
"Yaoyao, have you seen the news outside, and there is a lot of news outside, saying that Yuan Xun has committed perjury.
What the hell is going on, have you seen Yuan Xun" was the voice of her only friend, Chen Siqi.
She was anxious.
The thought of "I didn't see him, he didn't see me" had lingered in her mind for so long that the words had come out before she realized what she had said.
"Why don't you see you, is he weak-hearted, maybe he really did this case?"
Tong Yao gritted her teeth and didn't say anything.
"Hey Tong Yao, there is something I have always wanted to tell you, I feel very sorry, but since this happened to Yuan Xun, I must tell you, lest you be deceived, in fact, I found you in the first place because of Yuan Xun, and he asked me to find you.
I've always felt that he's too unpredictable, I don't understand what he's going to do, he's on that case."
"I don't want to listen" Tong Yao suddenly interrupted Chen Siqi's words: "I don't want to hear this, because he is my husband, he told me that he didn't kill my mother, I also believe that he didn't kill my mother, he didn't see me, there must be his considerations, but it must not be weak-hearted, it must not be afraid to see me" At this, she suddenly choked up.
They have known each other for many years, from ignorance when they were young, to the absurdity of one night into the marriage hall, for more than seven years, indifferent and estranged, the same bed and different dreams, obviously close at hand, but it seems to be separated by the end of the world, year by year, day by day, I don't know how much time has been wasted.
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While she was immersed in painful entanglements, he was in a place where she could not see, and he did not know how much he had endured.
I still remember that he once said lightly, saying that he had a bad night's sleep and started playing games.
At that time, she didn't think about it, because she felt that the man was far away, and she didn't think about why he couldn't sleep, but now that she thought about it, her heart was like a knife.
When she was sick, he also said as a matter of course, you are sick, how can I sleep.
That sentence once slipped through her heart, stirred up a little ripple, and then dissipated.
But now that I think about it, it is like honey mixed with intestinal poison, so sweet and sad that my heart trembles.
He used to be by her side, and he couldn't get rid of him no matter how much he struggled, but she couldn't understand him.
Now separated by a high wall, she couldn't even see him, but suddenly she understood him.
There is never a moment like now, as if I can feel his every heartbeat, every bit of temperature, and feel every bit of love he has for himself.
She doesn't believe it, even if she sees it with her own eyes, she doesn't believe that such a man who breaks his heart for himself and holds himself in the palm of his hand and hurts in a fairy tale will hurt his mother.
Because once he did, there was no life between the two of them.
He would never do that.
The moist and astringent taste flowed into the corners of her lips, and she said to Chen Siqi, who was stunned on the other end of the phone, in a trembling voice: "He loves me and will never hurt me, let alone my mother."
With that, she cut off the phone.
After a long pause, she opened the cabinet and found her pouch inside.
When she opened the packet, there was a scrap of paper, the two letters she had torn up earlier.
Two letters, one is the night she and Yuan Xun had Yuan Xiu on the sofa, and the other is when she was pregnant with Yuan Xiu.
She tore up the two letters because life was too happy and happy for her to change anything.
But now, she knew she wanted hope.
Kneeling there, she trembled and put the confetti on the bed, making out little by little, trying to put it all back together.
She wants to go back to the night she and Won-hoon were going to be entangled with him for the rest of her life, and tell him that she wouldn't regret it in the future no matter what.
But the scraps of paper were so fragmentary, the white scraps of paper with blurred handwriting on them, she couldn't tell which word it was, and she didn't know how to put together the torn hope "Brother Xun, I'm really useless, I can't help you at all" Tong Yao choked up as she watched tears fall onto the shredded paper in her blurred vision.
She finally went back once, thinking that she could get the suicide note left by her mother as evidence, but who knew that she limited Yuan Xun to a dangerous place What the hell she did, why all of this, she didn't understand.
And just outside the door, Yuan Xiu stood there quietly, quietly looking at his mother.
After a long time, his eyes fell on the white confetti that was all over the ground.
He knew what his mother was going to do, but he couldn't do anything about it.
No matter how smart and precocious he was in the eyes of others, he was still just a child.
All he could do was follow his father's instructions and find the right people to complete what he had to do.
But this time, Dad suddenly had an accident, and this fairy tale created by Dad suddenly showed the prototype.
What should I do next, tell my mother the truth, or continue to hide it He didn't know.
And what I don't know is why my father not only refuses to see my mother, but even refuses to see himself Yuan Xiu is a child who is defined as a genius, but now, he is in a state of confusion and distress.
Yuan Xiu, who was confused, watched his mother silently and waited for a few days, and finally got the news from his father, about him, about his mother.
The author has something to say: it will be over soon.
Sadly, I changed my mind again.
Do you despise me, I despise myself so much, but my heart is like this, it likes this for a while, and which one for a while, please forgive me for having a scumbag heart.
So, in the next book, I'll pick up a man and take it home.
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