Qin Ying happened to see this scene when she dragged her tired body back from the hospital. Fu Hanting was taking care of Fu Hanzhou in the hospital, and she came back to prepare some clothes for him to change into.
Unexpectedly, after Gu Ping'an did such a thing, their family still had the nerve to come to him and beg for mercy.
Shouldn't I be asking for forgiveness at this time?
What kind of values can allow someone to do such a thing?
Regardless of whether the person Gu Pingan killed deserved to die, she had no right to do so.
Besides, she is not innocent at all.
She thought of Fu Hanzhou who was still lying silently in the hospital, and the anger in her heart almost burst out.
Fu Hanzhou lost too much blood and was hit by the explosives. Although the external injuries were not that serious and the wound on his abdomen was sutured, the most serious damage was to his brain and he has been in a coma ever since.
It has been a day and a night.
She walked over slowly, and the sound of her footsteps attracted several people sitting in the living room.
“Yingying…”
Xu Jinshu watched Qin Ying slowly walk over. She had been taking care of Fu Hanzhou in the hospital these days. When Fu Hanzhou was in a coma, she stayed by his side all the time.
Now looking at her haggard face, words of heartache stuck in my throat.
Ever since Fu Hanzhou got into trouble, everyone has been exhausted, and Qin Ying is the one who suffers the most.
She watched her slowly walk over and stop beside Xi Caiqin. She looked at the couple indifferently, her voice trembling:
"My father died on the battlefield, I was framed, and Hanzhou was attacked. Where were you? Now you want to bend the law to save a murderer? Do you think the suffering of Jin Wenge's parents and Sun Hongmei's family deserves to be ignored?!"
The color drained from Xi Caiqin's face in an instant. Her fingers, which were holding onto the sofa, dug into the faded fabric, and a short sob came from her throat.
Gu Zhenhua's hands behind his back trembled violently, veins popped out on his old forehead, and he opened his mouth but only a hoarse sound came out:
"Qin Ying, you..."
These heart-piercing words were like an extremely sharp sword, piercing straight into their hearts. Gu Zhenhua's body trembled, and his mouth stammered twice, but he didn't finish his words.
Qin Ying clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms. She stared at the former revolutionary elders in front of her, her chest heaving violently, and her voice trembling with an uncontrollable tremor:
"Get out, go ahead."
The living room fell into a suffocating silence.
After a long time, Xi Caiqin staggered to her feet. Gu Zhenhua reached out to hold her trembling shoulders, and the two of them walked towards the door with unsteady steps.
The wooden door of the Fu family slowly closed, isolating the two distraught figures outside, and completely separating the stagnant silence in the house from the heavy rain outside.
Xu Jinshu slowly walked to Qin Ying's side, gently pressed her tense shoulders, and felt the body under his hands trembling slightly.
It was not until the door of the Fu family slowly closed that her tense back suddenly relaxed.
Outside, Xi Caiqin seemed to have lost all her strength, and she sat slumped in the water. The despair in her heart was like a heavy yoke, weighing her down so hard that she couldn't even lift her legs.
There was a rumble of thunder in the distance, and she suddenly shouted at the closed door at the top of her lungs:
"Ping An is my daughter, the one I carried for ten months! How could I just watch her die..."
Gu Zhenhua stood beside her, his face dejected, as if his soul had been pulled out. He just listened numbly to Xi Caiqin's shrill cries, but it was too late.
No matter how much you cry, you can't change the established facts.
Outside, the sound of the rain was like a surging wave, engulfing the entire living room. The house was terrifyingly silent, with only the clear and heavy breathing of the three people remaining, which seemed particularly abrupt in this depressing atmosphere.
The clock in the living room continued to tick slowly, as if mercilessly measuring the heaviness and torment of every second.
Xu Jinshu held onto the edge of the carved sofa and slowly sat down, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the delicate peony pattern on the brocade cushion, as if he wanted to find some comfort in the familiar touch.
Her eyes were a little dazed, and after a while she spoke softly:
"When I first met Ping An, she was only a few years old, with pigtails, and she coquettishly called me 'Mother Fu'. Her eyes were full of innocence at that time. Who could have imagined..."
Her voice suddenly dropped, and her eyes instantly sparkled with tears. Her gaze involuntarily fell on the photo of Fu Hanzhou in military uniform on the wall.
"In order to fight for Hanzhou, she would go so far as to kill someone?"
Fu Qixun stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back. His military uniform was straight, but it couldn't hide the slight hunch in his shoulders.
He gazed at the drizzling rain outside the window, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the war-torn years. At that time, he and Gu Zhenhua fought together on the battlefield, entrusting their lives to each other. What a pure and firm friendship it was.
Fu Qixun stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the photo on the wall. In the photo, Gu Zhenhua stood shoulder to shoulder with him, smiling brightly. His voice was low and hoarse:
"Zhenhua is hunched over today. The once high-spirited comrade-in-arms has even thrown away his dignity for his daughter."
He paused, his Adam's apple rolling:
"Xi Caiqin's eyes were evasive as she spoke, and she kept clutching her sleeves. We've known each other for decades, and when have we ever seen her like this?"
As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand and gently stroked the fine water droplets on the window frame with his fingertips, as if he was touching the time that was gone forever.
Xu Jinshu sighed softly, his eyes moist:
"Ping'an and Hanzhou have been close since they were little. I always thought they were just a childhood friend. After all, Hanzhou was engaged, and it was no secret. But I didn't expect that they acquiesced to Ping'an's approach to Hanzhou. It wasn't the love of an elder for the younger, but deliberate indulgence..."
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