Chapter 210 I Have a Wife
Shen Qingqing originally thought that only Fourth Uncle was alive.
She doesn't care about anything.
As long as he lives in this world.
Even if I never see him again in my life.
Even if they have no relationship anymore.
She can do either.
As long as he's alive.
But the moment I saw the two of them kissing.
Shen Qingqing felt that she couldn't do it.
There is no one in this world who loves Fourth Uncle more than she does.
But why didn't Fourth Uncle choose her?
Shen Qingqing felt angry, sad, grief-stricken, painful and unwilling.
All the emotions seemed to turn into a snake, coiling in her heart, hissing and spitting red apricots.
When Bo Wanhua knew that Bo Jinxiu was still alive, she felt complicated.
She looked forward to his death every day.
Hoping he would disappear from this world.
It’s like you have never been here, don’t leave any trace.
But when someone told him.
The helicopter he was driving had been swallowed by the sea, and there was no possibility of survival.
Bo Wanhua was still stunned.
I just felt a sudden emptiness in my heart.
Over the years, she vented all the pain and hatred in her heart on Bo Jinxiu.
She always felt that Bo Jinxiu was the source of her pain.
She has become accustomed to living with this pain.
But one day, this root suddenly disappeared.
She felt as if a piece of flesh had been gouged out of her heart.
Bo Wanhua has been watching plays in the Grand Theater these days.
From the drunken concubine to the phoenix returning to the nest.
Finally, I watched Orphan of Zhao over and over again.
The performers on the stage sang with ups and downs and a unique flavor.
But there is a sense of sadness.
"The thief Tu'an dominated the imperial court and the Jin Kingdom suffered. The prime minister and his wife were wrongly accused. The princess was trapped in the inner court of the palace. The orphan was trapped in the abyss as soon as he was born."
"Hold the door in front and behind, where are the earth and the sky running?"
"You think you should repay the favor, but I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to escape."
"Please stop being angry, my Lord, and listen to my story from the beginning... I have been called an orphan according to the will, and my son and mother cannot be reunited."
At this moment, the butler walked in slowly.
Whispered in Bo Wanhua's ear: "Madam, the person has been found. The eldest master is not dead."
Bo Wanhua had almost no expression on her face.
She waved her hands.
The butler left tactfully.
The young actor who played the role of the Orphan of the Zhao family on the stage sang with clear pronunciation and a mournful voice, every word of which was heart-wrenching.
"Where are you going, Daddy and Mommy? Why are you sending a gentleman here but not returning?"
Looking at the small figure on the stage.
Bo Wanhua suddenly thought of Bo Jinxiu's childhood.
When he was four or five years old, he was particularly fond of her.
Every time she went back to the old house, he always liked to follow her.
She hated him terribly.
Always driving with a dark face.
But when she scolded him, he smiled at her.
"Sister, you haven't been back for a long time. I miss you very much."
"Big sister, this mooncake is delicious. I saved it especially for you."
"Sister, do you have time tomorrow? Can you take me to the playground?"
This was the only time Bo Wanhua took Bo Jinxiu to the amusement park.
Just throw him in there.
From day to night.
After the Bo family found out, they went crazy looking for him.
But it was not found.
She was beaten with a stick by her grandfather and forced to kneel in the ancestral hall.
Two days later, Bo Jinxiu came back by himself.
Little Bo Jinxiu's clothes were torn, his body was covered with bruises, his shoes were lost, and his feet were bleeding. He looked like a little beggar.
No one knew how he came back.
No one knew how much suffering he had endured outside.
But when he saw her being punished to kneel in the ancestral hall.
Still helped her to conceal the truth: "It wasn't my elder sister who lost me. I was lost because I was naughty."
Many times later.
She did a lot of awful things to him.
He never complained to his grandfather and his wife.
Until he was ten years old.
She pushed him into the pool herself.
Bo Jinxiu was afraid of water when he was a child, so he never learned to swim.
Bo Jinxiu saw her when he fell into the water.
There was an expression of disbelief in his eyes.
At first he struggled in the water.
He kept shouting, "Big sister, save me, save me!"
She stood on the shore, indifferent.
At that moment, her fingers clenched.
He was also trembling all over.
She watched his eyes change from disbelief to pain to despair.
When he finally sank, he no longer struggled.
Just staring at her like that.
Hatred arose from despair.
After all these years, such eyes still appear in her dreams from time to time.
When Bo Jinxiu was lying at the bottom of the pool.
Finally, my heart softened for a moment.
Her crazy screams attracted the housekeeper.
Get the person out.
At that time, Bo Jinxiu had been suffocating for several minutes.
Everyone scrambled to rescue him.
She was standing nearby.
What was she thinking at that time?
She was so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.
It was as if the most important thing in my body was being ripped out.
She had always felt that the child was trapping him in a cruel past.
Every time she saw him, she was constantly reminded of the inhuman torture she had endured.
And there is Brother Bai who died tragically.
But at that moment, she really didn't want him to die.
Pain has become a part of her life, integrated into her flesh, blood and soul.
If Bo Jinxiu died, it seemed that her soul would be shattered into pieces.
Bo Jinxiu was rescued and survived.
The old man stepped forward and asked what was going on.
He did not give her away.
Just say I don’t remember.
Everyone thought he had lost a memory due to suffocation.
But Bo Wanhua knew he didn't.
Because from the moment he opened his eyes, the way he looked at her was different.
Such intense hatred, such cold indifference.
As if I had lost all hope.
It was also from that time that he began to resist.
He never tried to please her again, never smiled at her again.
There is only silent confrontation and silent war.
Bo Wanhua closed her eyes.
The Orphan of Zhao on the stage has finished his performance.
The actors take their bows and leave the stage.
She stood up too.
As soon as I raised my hands, I found that my face was already covered with tears.
the other side.
The live broadcast is still going on.
Although everyone knows that Bo Jinxiu and Jiang Ciyou are still alive.
But there was no way to locate them.
Bo Jinxiu was very happy after his proposal was successful.
Having no one to confide his joy to, he even caught a crab and forced it to listen to his unbridled joy and excitement.
The crab escaped countless times.
Bo Jinxiu caught it again and again and held it in his palm.
"Did you hear that? I have a wife. My wife's name is Jiang Ciyou."
"By the way, do you have a wife? What's your wife's name?"
Jiang Ciyou sat next to him and gave him a look of disdain: "Divine gold!"