The pain continues
Jiang Qing was stunned.
Jiang Qing blinked lightly when he saw this, "Okay, I was just teasing you."
She made the atmosphere in the room much more relaxed.
Jiang Qing suddenly said, "Yes."
"Li Qingyun will kill you in the future."
Jiang Qing's expression froze for a moment, her pupils seemed to be still, yet trembling.
Jiang Qing actually didn't want to be so blunt. Who can face their own death without fear?
Telling Jiang Qing in advance that someone will kill her in the future is like hanging a sword of Damocles on Jiang Qing's forehead. From this moment on, she will always be shrouded in the shadow of death, and will be confused and uneasy all day long until the final end comes.
But Jiang Qing had no choice but to do it.
She hoped that she and Jiang Qing would be honest with each other, at least, honest about this matter.
Jiang Qing thought that she could no longer bear the risk of Jiang Qing dying in front of her again.
The piece of soil soaked with blood returned to her eyes again, and she could faintly smell the pungent smell of rust.
In the dark night, the girl with twisted limbs looked like a broken doll, her face covered in mud. Looking in her direction, the fiery red lion head was flying high above the treetops in the dense forest.
That was a nightmare that Jiang Qing would never forget in her life.
Red bloodshot crept up the corners of her eyes. Jiang Qing blinked suddenly, but Jiang Qing was still sitting in front of her.
Can laugh and talk.
Nothing has happened yet, everything is still possible.
"Jiang Jiang," Jiang Qing's hands trembled uncontrollably. She pressed her right hand with her left hand, her voice terribly hoarse. "How did you know?"
Jiang Qing stared at her intently, his eyes moving down from the tips of her hair to finally stopping at Jiang Qing's eyes.
"Do you believe me?" she asked.
"I believe it."
"If I said I came from the future, would you still believe me?"
"I believe it."
The moment the last note fell, silence returned to the studio, suppressing the sudden surge of emotions in the two girls' hearts.
The sunlight shines on Jiang Qing's white fingertips, gently swaying the passage of time.
"It was Friday, April 24th, a day that was neither sunny nor gloomy."
After a long time, a female voice slowly sounded, recounting the past in a calm tone.
"The accident occurred at the second east-west intersection of Xiangwei Avenue in Tianfu District."
"My dad left home early that day."
"He's an employee of a machinery factory. Due to the recent tight deadlines and lack of manpower, the factory decided to expand. He was introduced by an acquaintance and is mainly responsible for quality inspection."
Having said that, Jiang Qing paused.
"I haven't told you about my home yet."
"There are four people in my family: me, my brother, my father, and my mother. We are not from Gangwon City, and our household registration is not here."
“My whole family relies on working to make a living, but they always take me and my brother with them wherever they go so that they can get a good education.”
"No, it should be said that wherever we get into a school, mom and dad will move our family there."
Jiang Qing tilted his head to look out the window. "I'll always remember how happy my father was when he came back that day after hearing about Jiangyuan No. 1 Middle School's transfer policy from another uncle. He drank a lot of wine, and his eyes were red."
"He kept mumbling something, as if as long as I went to Gangwon No. 1 Middle School, I would definitely have a bright future."
"I actually didn't want to come," Jiang Qing turned to look at Jiang Qing, "I don't have a local hukou, and the transfer fee is a huge sum for our family."
"Besides, I'm an art student, a major that burns a lot of money."
Jiang Qing could almost imagine the original scene: in the dim room, one side was filled with hope, the other side was filled with sorrow.
But beneath the wrinkles of worry on the elders' faces lies stubbornness and indomitable spirit. They always firmly believe that no matter how hard or difficult it is, education must not be neglected.
My own daughter is no different from others.
As long as there is enough sunshine, appropriate rain and fertile soil, Jiang Qing will live a more brilliant life than anyone else.
Yes, as long as.
"My dad told me not to worry about it." Jiang Qing closed her eyes, her mind constantly emerging with her father's thin body and the smug look on his face as he walked. The words were stuck in her throat but she couldn't open her mouth to say no.
"He went out earlier and came back later more often, and my mother also went out to work. Then one day, he said to me with a smile."
"He said," Jiang Qing covered her eyes, her voice trembling, "Niuniu, you can transfer to Jiangyuan No. 1 Middle School."
Jiang Qing felt uncomfortable after hearing this and wanted to pat Jiang Qing on the shoulder, but her outstretched hand stopped in mid-air and then curled up and retracted.
Jiang Qing paused for a moment, then looked up again, his eyes red.
"I transferred to Gangwon No. 1 Middle School, and my parents and brother moved with me again."
"My dad went to work in a machinery factory, my mom went to a canned goods assembly factory, and my brother was forced by my parents to go to an experimental middle school."
"I don't know how they did it, but my parents were very happy that we finally settled down in Gangwon City. Even though the small house was rented, my parents would go to the second-hand market together on weekends to find some old items and carefully decorate our temporary home."
Although those days were tiring, they were probably the happiest days for Jiang Qing's family.
Although life is hard, everyone is full of hope.
I hope spring will come soon and the seeds of dreams will sprout soon.
They carefully held a precious seed in their hands, looking forward to the arrival of dawn devoutly.
The arrival of the art academy certificate was a fitting clarion call for this hardworking family.
"My parents don't really understand art. When they see my paintings, they just nod and say they're beautiful."
Jiang Qing wiped the tears from her eyes. "But they still wore reading glasses and the Chinese characters they almost forgot from their elementary school diplomas, and asked my brother to help them look up the Haicheng Academy of Fine Arts, the dormitories, the cafeteria, and the teachers."
That is Haicheng Academy of Fine Arts, the highest-ranking art academy in the country. As long as you graduate from this school, you will definitely have no worries about your job.
"They read the certificate over and over again," Jiang chuckled, "as if they were holding a treasure."
Jiang Qing thought that no matter which art student's family had a certificate from Haicheng Academy of Fine Arts, it would be something worth celebrating.
But for Jiang Qing's family, it was both light and heavy.
"My father said that letting me transfer to Jiangyuan No. 1 Middle School was the best decision he made in his life." Jiang Qing's hand trembled slightly, and Jiang Qing gently placed it on top of it.
The skin touched each other, the temperature was warm, and Jiang Qing could feel the huge pain buried in Jiang Qing's body.
She accompanied her quietly.
Jiang Qing calmed down and suppressed the churning emotions inside.
"My dad left early that day." She spoke again.
"The factory has a batch of raw materials that need to be processed. My dad is a quality inspector. Although he's called a quality inspector, he's actually just a mobile worker in the factory, and he has to do all the work."
"Because the factory has newly installed new machinery, efficiency has increased significantly. On April 24th, my father left work early."
Jiang Qing's heart tightened and her breathing stopped for a moment.
"He was very happy. He had been talking to his team leader for a long time, and he finally agreed to settle part of his salary first."
"But there's one request," Jiang Qing said lightly, "I need to make one last trip to settle the final goods."
"My dad went there, driving."
Fate has never been kind to her.
"There are several small intersections along Xiangwei Avenue in Tianfu District that don't have traffic lights. My dad wants to turn around, so if he goes straight and then turns, he'll have to go around a big circle."
Jiang Qing opened her eyes wide.
"There's not a lot of traffic in that area, and it's not a rush hour, so there aren't many cars on the road."
"He was driving against the flow of traffic and hit a white van in his blind spot."
The girl's voice was very calm, so calm that it gave people a creepy feeling.
"Both died at the scene."
"Li Qingyun and I both lost our father in that accident," Jiang Qing turned around, "My father was the one at fault."
"I owe him this," she said.
Jiang Qing was stunned for a long time.
Jiang Qing withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes.
"After the accident, the machinery factory came to settle wages."
"My father was a temporary worker and did not have a signed labor contract. He was also primarily responsible for the accident, so the machinery factory should not bear responsibility."
"They said we could use my father's inheritance to pay death compensation to Li Qingyun's family," she said with a smile, "where is my father's inheritance?"
All the money was either used for rent and daily expenses or for helping the two siblings choose schools, move, and pay school selection fees.
Otherwise, my father wouldn't have pestered the team leader to settle part of the salary in advance.
Her father always thought that suffering would only last for a short time.
Hold on, hold on, after you endure the bitterness you will taste the sweetness.
I endured and endured, and suffered a lifetime.
He was hanging by a carrot and rushing forward with his head covered, but in the end, he didn't enjoy a single day of happiness.
"My mother said that no matter how hard life is, we must never lose our conscience," Jiang Qing noticed the girl tightly gripping her hand. "We must shoulder our responsibilities."
"Don't worry about me being sad," she stroked the girl's hair. "It's been over a month. No matter how many tears you had, they've dried up long ago."
"I've come out of it." Jiang Qing pulled out a piece of white paper and drew a cartoon rabbit with red eyes and tears in them. "Look, does it look like you?"
Jiang Qing took out a tissue and blew her nose, revealing her red face in embarrassment. How could she let the person involved comfort her?
"I like it very much, thank you, senior." She folded the picture and put it back into her pocket carefully.
"Then..." Jiang Qing asked, "What about Li Qingyun? Did he come to you just to collect the debt?"
Li Qingyun, Jiang Qing’s eyes darkened for a moment.
"He was here to collect the debt, but he also wanted to remind me not to forget the harm my family had inflicted on theirs."
"If I were him, I would probably do the same."
She hated how easily someone else had taken her father's life.
But she couldn't hate, couldn't blame, and couldn't even say no.
Hate? Resentment?
She hated it and blamed it. She knew it shouldn't be done and that it wasn't allowed, but she wasn't a saint and she couldn't control herself.
Shame, disgust, resentment, compromise...
Every time he saw Li Qingyun, he reminded her over and over again.
Your father is gone.
Your family owes someone a life.
Jiang Qing could only watch helplessly as his body was being torn into pieces inch by inch. The pain was endless and seemed to have no end.
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