Zhou Qian also knew it wouldn't be an easy task. "When we go over there this weekend, let's ask Grandpa Liang if we can find any more clues."
Lu Jing rubbed her head and said, "If you can't even figure out your own affairs, don't worry about other people's affairs. Go to sleep quickly."
Zhou Qian thought he was referring to the time he saved her. "Then tell me, how did you find me that day? What was my condition like then?"
She was poisoned by a snake and had hallucinations before falling into a coma, so she didn't remember much about her situation after waking up.
Lu Jing didn't expect her to ask this out of the blue, but tonight was obviously not a good opportunity. "I'm too tired today. I'll tell you another day."
"But I want to hear it now."
Lu Jing was silent for a moment. Zhou Qian thought he was trying to recall something, but he replied, "I can't remember."
“…” He actually forgot such an important day. Anyone would be unhappy.
Before she turned away angrily, Lu Jing kissed her on the lips and said, "I'll tell you when I remember."
"Who cares?" Zhou Qian turned around and faced him with the back of his head.
Lu Jing reached out to turn off the light, then hugged her from behind. No matter how Zhou Qian struggled, he did not let go.
Zhou Qian was indeed exhausted, and soon fell asleep in his arms.
…
The next day, at Zhou Qian's insistence, they did not leave and continued to help pick radishes.
Just when I was having lunch, a piece of news appeared on the Internet.
The identities of the deceased on the speedboat that exploded at the North Shore Pier have been confirmed: the missing Lu Group president, Lu Jianhong, and his accomplice who escaped with him.
There are three people in total.
When Zhou Qian found Lu Jing, he was leaning against the wall outside the yard, smoking a cigarette. The cold wind blew on him, making him look a little sad.
Zhou Qian walked up to him and said nothing, just hugged him silently, "And me."
Lu Jing's body trembled, and mixed emotions surged in his chest. There was once a woman who would always say to him "I still have mom" no matter what difficulties he encountered.
Since he was a child, he has always felt that this sentence is the most beautiful sentence in the world.
He thought he would never hear it again in his life...
Lu Jing resisted the urge to hug her hands tightly, and suddenly chuckled, "You think I'm sad for him?"
Zhou Qian leaned against his chest. She didn't know if he was sad, but she could feel what was suppressed in his emotions, sadness, hatred, or guilt towards his mother.
But no matter what it was, at this moment, any words of comfort seemed too pale to describe his sorrow.
…
In the afternoon, they continued to go to the fields to dig up the remaining radishes. During this time, Lu Jing received a call from the police, asking him to go and claim Lu Jianhong's body.
Lu Jing refused without a second thought, saying that he had no relationship with the Lu family anymore and would not claim it.
After answering the phone, Lu Jing sat alone on the grass and smoked.
Zhou Qian was not far away. He observed him for a while, then took off his gloves, walked over to sit next to him, picked up the water next to him and took a sip.
"Is it a call from the police?" Zhou Qian asked.
Lu Jing didn't say anything.
Apart from the fact that Lu Jianhong would beat Lu Jing, Zhou Qian didn't know what other hatred there was between the father and son. But seeing how Lu Jing refused so straightforwardly, he must have hated Lu Jianhong to the core.
Zhou Qian took the initiative to shake his hand, "He's already dead, let all the hatred go, he's your father after all."
Lu Jing suddenly became full of anger. The hand that Zhou Qian was holding suddenly tightened, and the cold white knuckles were pinched until they turned white.
Zhou Qian felt that her fingers were about to be broken by his pinching, and looking at the bloodthirsty scarlet in his eyes, she was so scared that she forgot the pain.
Lu Jing's eyes were filled with terrifying coldness. "He never let my mother go until his death. Why should I pity him?"
Zhou Qian looked at him distressedly, and gently placed her other hand on the back of his veined hand, and said softly, "I believe Auntie must be watching over you in some corner. She definitely doesn't want to see you living in hatred."
After hearing her words, Lu Jing's tense body gradually relaxed, and the hatred in his eyes slowly dissipated. Zhou Qian saw this and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
You can see that he loves his mother very much.
After a while, Lu Jing turned his head and looked at her, "Can she really see it?"
"Of course, maybe she is watching us now." Zhou Qian looked up at the sky. The weather was particularly good today, with blue sky and white clouds.
"Maybe Auntie is hiding behind a cloud and watching us secretly." Zhou Qian smiled sweetly at him, and her sincere smile made Lu Jing believe it.
He looked up at the sky, watching every cloud floating by. Gradually, his deep eyes became hazy, and in the trance, he saw the face that made him miss so much that his cells ached.
The hands on my knees trembled. I wanted to grab something, but I was afraid that I would not be able to catch anything.
Zhou Qian silently looked at his profile. The sunlight shone on his face, and his sharp facial features lost some of their usual aggressiveness, with a faint soft light.
Like a gentle breeze in the cold winter, it makes people want to hug it.
Zhou Qian leaned gently on his shoulder, saying nothing, just accompanying him quietly.
Although he seemed unaffected by his mother these days, Zhou Qian actually knew that he had been holding it in his heart, unable to let it go or forgive.
Failure to protect his mother's last bit of dignity undoubtedly caused him more pain than anything else.
So he not only couldn't forgive Lu Jianhong, but he also couldn't forgive himself.
…
After picking the radishes, Lu Jing and Zhou Qian left Maotou's house the next day, but Lu Jing did not take her back to the city. Instead, they took the elevated road to leave Yunzhou.
"Where are you going?" Zhou Qianjian turned his head and asked him in confusion after they got on the overpass.
"You'll know when we get there." Lu Jing drove intently. "You can sleep for a while. I'll call you when we get there."
Zhou Qian hadn't recovered from her work over the past two days, and she felt drowsy after being exposed to the sun for a while. When she woke up, she had already gotten off the highway and the car was driving on a narrow bluestone road.
Zhou Qian lowered the car window and looked outside. This was not a big city, but more like a remote town.
She turned her head and asked Lu Jing, "Where is this place?"
"Liunan Town."
"...Why did you bring me here?" Zhou Qian had never even heard of this place.
"Get something."
Zhou Qian watched the road become increasingly remote, and couldn't help but wonder, "Have you been here before?"
Lu Jing looked straight ahead and replied calmly, "I stayed there for two months twenty years ago."
It was here that he was discovered by the Lu family. He hid with his mother for three days and three nights before being taken back.
Zhou Qian looked at him in surprise, "Before you returned to the Lu family?"
Twenty years ago, he was only a few years old and lived in a place like this, definitely before he returned to the Lu family.
"Um."
Although Zhou Qian was curious about his past, she didn't ask any more questions because she sensed that he was in a low mood.
Some things require a suitable time.
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