After selling the old house and getting a lot of money, Tong Yao first came to the prison to visit his father again.
The judge considered various reasons and sentenced the death sentence to a suspended death, which is already the best result.
As long as he behaves well and there are no major mistakes in two years, the father can change it to indefinitely.
No matter where he lives, even if he can't be free for the rest of his life, at least he is alive.
Tong Yao was very satisfied.
Tong Yao rushed a lot of money into his father's prison consumption card, so that at least he could ensure that he could live well in prison in the next few years and not be too embarrassed.
"Yuan Xun is actually a very good person, although he is also a member of the Yuan family, but he is different from others."
Tong Junxiao secretly investigated for a long time, and after experiencing the fact that Yuan Xun was the scapegoat for him in the end, I have to say that if there are not so many things, this son-in-law is really good.
"I know, he's fine."
"He has lied to you about many things, but he is also doing it for your good."
"I understand."
Tong Yao smiled: "Lie to me for my good." ” "Then what are you going to do," Tong Junxiao looked at his daughter worriedly.
In fact, he was not sentenced to death, and he was already very satisfied.
His daughter didn't hate herself, and she was willing to come to visit her, and he was even more satisfied.
With his crippled body, he was ready to spend the rest of his life in prison.
But daughter, how young she is, no matter what kind of sadness she has experienced, she should look forward.
"I don't know."
She lowered her eyes: "Everyone is asking me what I plan, but now, I really don't have a plan." ” She didn't have the strength to think about what to do now "If you're really tired, take a rest and don't think about anything."
"Yes, Daddy, I know" After leaving the prison, she left the city of S alone, with a package.
She is a useless person, think about all these years, in fact, she doesn't know anything, she hasn't done anything.
She didn't even know what she was living for.
Ye Ning said that because her health was getting worse and worse at that time, her spirit was getting worse day by day, as if a flower was about to wither and decay.
Perhaps, she thought, she didn't explicitly want to die at the time, but she did feel that it was a tasteless thing to live.
She walked aimlessly on the journey, sometimes getting off one train and seeing another one going, she moved on to another one, letting the train take her to a place where she didn't know where she ended.
Eventually, she came to a small city and occasionally got a job as a substitute teacher in an elementary school, so she lived in a cramped and dark staff dormitory, lecturing and preparing for classes every day.
She doesn't like to go out very much, and others think she's weird.
But she is very serious and responsible, and although she doesn't like to laugh, the students like her.
That's how she settled down in this school.
On weekends, she would walk alone on the street, it was raining, and she looked around blankly, and people were hurrying.
She knows that everyone has their own purpose and end, and they are in a hurry to get home, or rush to work or go on a date.
It's just her, and she doesn't know what she's going to do.
She sat on the newsstand on the side of the road, watching the fine rain fall clearly and hurriedly in the lights of the car, hugging her shoulders, she rubbed her cold hands and took out her mobile phone.
With trembling hands, she landed on.
YX Online.
"It's raining today."
She said this to her son.
It's been a year since she kept in touch with her son in this way.
It's a secret that belongs to her and her son.
"We don't have it here, and there are stars in the sky."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm learning how to make cakes."
"Cake" "Well, it's Daddy's birthday in a few days.
He said he wanted to eat cake. ” Tong Yao bit her lip, and the tips of her fingers touched the screen for a long time, but she didn't type a word.
It's already 2011, and in a few days, will it be his birthday?
"Remember to say happy birthday to your dad."
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She lifted her face, and a slight drizzle fell on the tip of her nose through the gap in the newsstand.
After taking a deep breath, she finally replied.
"Well, I know, Mom."
After reading this sentence, she turned off her phone.
She really didn't hate anyone now, she didn't blame anyone, she knew that Yuan Xun was for her good, and she always knew it.
For his own sake, he planted dreamlike flowers in a barren desert.
Her heart was touched.
But I just don't have the courage to go back, go back and face Yuan Xun, face everything that has happened.
This kind of courage needs to be slowly accumulated by herself.
She substitute-taught at this school for two years, and when she saw that the students she had taught had all been promoted to junior high school, she waved goodbye to her.
They gave her many greeting cards thanking her for her two years of teaching.
In fact, her substitute teaching fee is very meager, she is not a formal teacher, and she has no good benefits, and she is even subsidizing money to buy food for students to improve their meals.
But this job made her feel that she was needed, not such a useless person.
That day, in the evening, she sat alone on the campus, listening to the sound of cicadas, sitting on a stone in a daze, flipping through the news on her mobile phone.
As she was watching, a piece of news jumped into her sight.
That's about Won-hoon.
She has been deliberately blocking his news for the past two years, but she didn't expect to see it inadvertently.
This is an economic news about the success of the Yuan Group in the European and American markets, and the host in it interviewed Yuan Xun.
She hesitated, but clicked on the video.
Yuan Xun in the video looks more calm than before, but there is no smile on his face, and he is rigid and indifferent throughout the whole process.
The comments below are almost crazy, some say that he is calm after the vicissitudes of life, others say that he is too arrogant, and some people start to gossip about his private life.
When they talked about the name Tong Yao and the old case two years ago, some people were full of excitement and some people were full of interest.
The video was stuck in a certain shot because of the network relationship, Tong Yao stretched out her finger and gently touched the screen.
Through the screen, she touched his eyes.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel that there are fine lines around his eyes.
Was there before She put away her phone and looked blankly into the distance.
Under a locust tree on campus, an elderly couple was taking a walk.
They are a couple, because of their relationship when they were young, they separated, they were separated, they were married, and they had children.
When they got older, they were finally reunited, and the two widowed old men were back together.
I heard that the children were against it, but they insisted.
The children said, you are all so old, why do you have to toss even if you are married, you can be together for a few years They say, we're all so old, and if we don't toss now, it's too late.
Even if you toss it and spend a day together, it can be regarded as a wish.
Later they were together.
Now the old lady's eyes are not good, and the old man will take her hand and walk around the campus every day.
Tong Yao looked over from a distance, and she saw that the sunset stretched the north shadows of the two old men very long, very long.
Their silver-white hair, already from the vicissitudes of time, was dyed red by the afterglow of the setting sun.
After watching it for a long time, she finally chuckled.
Maybe one day, Won-hoon's hair will turn gray and his face will be full of wrinkles.
When that time comes, will she and him hold hands and walk together in the sunset?
In fact, she really missed him.
Think about it.
Look down and look at the calendar on your phone.
In a few days, it will be Wonhoon's birthday again.
When she re-entered the yard, she found that not much had changed in the yard, the lawn, the parking lot, and a gardener building branches there.
When she walked in, a security guard wanted to stop her, but when she looked up, she was stunned.
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The security guard obviously knew her, and she nodded at the security guard and went straight through the door.
The door in the hall was open, the sun was shining in outside, and the hall was quiet and there was no one.
She walked into the kitchen and saw that Chen's mother was busy with a cook.
When Chen's mother saw her, she was so shocked that she didn't close her mouth; "Mrs., Mrs."
Tong Yao nodded quietly.
"I'll call my husband now."
"No need."
"That's" Chen's mother didn't know what to do.
"Where is he now" "I guess I'm in the company."
"It's okay, you can get busy with your work first, no need to call him."
"Yes, yes."
"It's my husband's birthday, and I want to make a cake and help me get started."
"Good" In the past two years, she has often made her own cakes, so now she is very handy.
She likes to eat sweet, so she adds lots and lots of sugar to it.
But she thought it was too greasy to eat only sweet, so she added a lot of salt.
Mother Chen next to her looked at it and was dumbfounded: "Madam, this" Her wife has not come back for many years, is this going to poison Mr. as soon as she comes back?
Tong Yao smiled at Chen's mother and didn't speak.
Chen's mother suddenly didn't dare to speak, she felt a chill in her back.
After making the cake, Tong Yao washed her hands and went upstairs.
When she arrived at her room, she saw that the room was still covered with pink sheets and light blue curtains, as it had been when she had left a few years ago.
On the bedside table, there is still the repaired lamp.
Everything was as it was, it was so clean and tidy that it was as if no one lived in it at all.
It gave her an eerie sense of familiarity.
She looked at it for a while, then went to the bathroom again, and her eyes fell on the shelves.
There was only one toiletry on it, and it was hers.
There is no original one.
After a long silence there, she finally walked out of the room, to the westernmost room, and pushed it open.
Sure enough, as she thought, there was no such warm and comfortable reading room as she had ever seen before.
This is a bedroom, with black sheets, dark curtains, and a cold and dark style, just like the cold and rigid face of the man interviewed in the video. gd1806102: