Chapter 242 No sincerity, only calculation. Grandma is sorry for you.
The old lady quickly loosened the restraints that bound him. Qi Yan curled up into a ball, scratching his neck with his ten fingers until it was covered in blood. His body twitched involuntarily, and his heart-wrenching cries made people feel as if their hearts were being cut by a knife.
The old lady was heartbroken and kept wiping her tears with her sleeves.
Cui Yue stood beside the bed, looking at Qi Yan who was crying heartbrokenly, his tired brows revealing some uncontrollable restlessness.
He had witnessed more life and death than the average person, and had personally comforted the families of martyrs who had lost their parents and children. They each had their own sorrow and hardships, but even so, this was the first time he had seen someone cry so heartbrokenly.
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Qi Yan cried himself to sleep and had another dream.
After he died, the snow stopped and the weather cleared up. Three days later, Pei Hong and Pei Xing came to Qi's house, but they couldn't knock on the door.
They called the police and saw bodies scattered everywhere.
Pei Xing threw himself on Xu Yuelian's body and cried loudly. Pei Hong and the police dragged him out of this ominous haunted house.
The next day, the case was solved and closed, and this brutal family annihilation case entered the public eye with an unstoppable momentum.
Based on the only evidence released by the police, netizens sorted out the relationship between Qi Yan and the Qi and Pei families. As soon as the news came out, it caused an uproar on the Internet, triggering countless netizens to condemn and abuse the Pei and Qi families.
Then Qi Yan saw a lot of kindness and compassion that had never appeared in his life. When he was still alive, everyone treated him as a transparent person. After his death, people rushed to seek justice for him.
However, Qi Yan found it boring because Pei Hong and Cui Mingzhu never shed a tear for him.
Pei Hong was filled with fear. "That night he showed weakness just to lure us over and kill us together! He's a lunatic!"
Cui Mingzhu was disturbed by the outside world's condemnation and couldn't sleep or eat. She looked haggard. "My mother called us several times and asked us to go back. I knew it was just a scolding. It was so annoying."
He glanced at Pei Hong and pressed his brows irritably. "Stop spinning. It makes me dizzy. Qi Yan has been raised by someone like that for 19 years. No matter how good his roots are, they have become corrupted. I knew he was not the same kind of person as us the first time I saw him."
After a pause, he said, "He's too arrogant."
He is arrogant but does not have the status to match it. He is bluffing and irritating at the same time.
She didn't like it because she was also arrogant and would not care about other people's lives when she was stubborn. Only those who obeyed would sit with her, so she liked Pei Xing.
If Qi Yan could call her mother sweetly like Pei Xing and rely on her wholeheartedly, she would also like him, but unfortunately Qi Yan would never give in.
This is actually a bit similar to her, so she knows that once Qi Yan lives with her, there will always be tit-for-tat. Such a mother-son relationship is too emotionally draining, so it is better not to have it.
Thinking of this, Cui Mingzhu became more depressed. "If you hadn't insisted on taking him back, it wouldn't have been so troublesome if you had just given him some money and sent him away."
Pei Hong was filled with rage and said bitterly, "It's all because the Qi family found Pei Xing, and Qi Yan happened to be in the same class as Pei Xing."
If Qi Yan was just a loser like Qi Jiang, he wouldn't have any thoughts about him. But Qi Yan grew up in front of him, but he was a bad person who would rather die than live in disgrace, and in the end he got into trouble.
"What should we do now?" Cui Mingzhu asked.
Pei Hong was annoyed. "What else can we do? Bury the person properly and contact the public relations department."
Only then did Qi Yan realize that Pei Xing and Qi Feng and his wife had been in contact for a long time, and he was the last person to know the truth.
It turns out that Cui Mingzhu doesn't care about blood ties. She only cares about herself. She likes whoever can make her happy and satisfy her.
She went to the coffee shop just to play the good cop and bad cop role with Pei Hong, but Pei Hong was very greedy and wanted everything. She looked down on him, so it was natural for her to use the business world's tricks of playing hard to get and chasing him to tame him.
There is no sincerity, only calculation.
The so-called parents are not even as good as the indignant strangers on the Internet.
But he did not regret killing himself. He could not get through even a single day without any hope.
Pei Xing cried inconsolably at his funeral, and every tear that fell was like a crystal pearl. The camera flash hit his face, taking one beautiful and flawless photo after another.
Qi Yan stood in the crowd, looking at the photo on the portrait.
That was his ID photo taken on the eve of his high school entrance exam when he was 14 years old. It was clearly a young and handsome face, but there was only indelible dullness and sorrow in his drooping eyebrows.
Qi Yan still remembers how he felt at that time. The 30 yuan cost to apply for an ID card was his food expenses for a week, and he felt very distressed.
So this blurry photo is filled with his poverty and hardship, and is now placed in the middle of yellow and white hydrangeas, allowing the world to appreciate his hardships and shed a few showy tears.
He wasn't sad, just bored.
It was not until Old Mrs. An fainted from crying several times in front of the grave that he finally became interested.
The old lady was 80 years old. She would stay at his grave for a whole morning every time. She would sit down and start crying until she left.
The phrase he said most often was "Grandma, I'm sorry," as if he took all the blame for his tragedy on himself.
Not long after, she severed her mother-daughter relationship with Cui Mingzhu and forbade Cui's family to have any contact with them. That was the saddest time she cried, and her usual words of "Grandma, I'm sorry" turned into "I deserve to die."
Qi Yan squatted beside her, listening to the old woman's breathless crying. It seemed as if a secret corner in his heart was gently pried open, and light, shadow and sound fell together, colliding everywhere in his empty heart.
He thought he had seen through it all, but at this moment he suddenly realized that he was a pile of dry firewood that had not yet been completely extinguished, and only a little flame could reignite him.
It is also a pine tree growing twistedly in the cracks of the cliff, and its domineering roots will not give up even a bit of rain that supports its survival.
It's a pity that the fire and rain came too late.
I don’t know if it was because she was blown by too much cold wind, but the old lady’s health was visibly deteriorating, and she passed away before the winter was completely over.
His grave became deserted from then on. Except for someone from the Cui family coming to sweep his grave every Qingming Festival, no one remembered that he had died a heroic death.
"Qi Yan, Qi Yan..."
Suddenly, a familiar voice called out to his ears. Qi Yan opened his eyes with difficulty and saw an old lady with white hair in a swirling, blurry halo of light.
She placed a hand on his forehead, her old, tired face full of worry. "You don't seem to have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense... No, let the doctor take your temperature."
She hurried out to call the doctor, his white coat swaying in front of her eyes. The doctor pulled up his arm to put the thermometer on it, and the cold metal tip suddenly cleared his confused mind.
"Grandma..." Qi Yan spoke hoarsely with his cracked lips.
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