Chapter 317

The door of the room was still closed. Just two days later, Mrs. Jane had a lot more white hair on her head.

She told Jian Wanjun, "break in. At least you have to see how your son is now."

Although her husband, Jane four and her son's friends all said that it was impossible for her son to commit suicide, Mrs. Jane was still worried that it was her son's flesh in her heart.

Even if it is not suicide, but these two days, do not eat or drink, a good person can not stand ah!

Jian Wan Jun patted his wife on the shoulder and said, "tomorrow If he doesn't come out tomorrow, he will break in anyway. "

Jian Wanjun doesn't propose to let people break in because he knows his son well, and as a man, he knows that his son needs time to accept this cruel reality.

And these relatives should also give him an independent space to accept and get used to the pain.

Jian Wanjun can understand why Jian Zechuan had such a big reaction after he learned of Xin AI's death.

If the woman he likes doesn't cherish well when she's alive, and as a result, when she dies, she suddenly realizes, oh I always like her in my heart.

It's not just grief, it's more remorse, it's guilt.

Because irreparable, so the pain, it is more piercing.

Jian Wanjun sighed, you say, who would have thought that the girl who was vulgar and money worshipping at the beginning, who had no advantage at all, just defeated many rich families and became the woman his son couldn't let go.

Who would have thought that the world is changeable, a good person, said no!

After another day's waiting, Jian Zechuan hasn't come out yet. Jian Wanjun doesn't wait. If he doesn't eat or drink for three days and doesn't go in again, everyone will die.

He wants his son to come out by himself, but if he can't, he can't watch him die in it.

Jianwanjun let jiansi bring people to prepare to break the door.

They were all ready to start when the door suddenly opened from inside.

Jian Zechuan's figure appeared in front of everyone, and everyone was stunned.

There were about ten people outside, including Jian Wanjun and his wife. They all held their breath and did not dare to say a word.

Finally, it was Mrs. Jane who first trembled and asked, "son You Are you ok... "

"Nothing!" Jian Zechuan's voice is hoarse and weak. Besides his face, his whole spirit is OK. At least, it's much better than they expected.

What's more, he took a shower unexpectedly, his hair dripping wet.

Mrs. Jane, they thought that Jian Zechuan must have been heartbroken, and he must have been heartbroken.

But When he opened the door and appeared in front of them The situation is not so bad as they think.

It was supposed to be a relief, but looking at his silent and dark eyes like stagnant water, they were more worried than ever before.

If Jian Zechuan can show the picture of grief, at least, he is venting.

However, jianzechuan did not, his calm, more worrying.

In those eyes, there was no longer the cold light of washing. It was like a dumb magic weapon, which could no longer shine brilliantly.

Mrs. Jane looked at her son in front of her. Her throat seemed to be blocked by a hard object. She was stuck there, uncomfortable and painful.

She asked tentatively, "son, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat..."

"Well! "

he even agreed. Mrs. Jane was shocked and waved to them to bring all the fresh food she had been preparing.

"Well Then you eat Eat quickly... "

Jian Zechuan sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and ate a meal in Mrs. Jian's attentive eyes.

After eating, he put down his chopsticks and said, "let's go."

Mrs. Jane asked quickly, "son, you Where are you going

Jianzechuan red eyes looked at his parents: "you go back first, I have something to do."

Mrs. Jian also wanted to ask. She was held by Jian Wanjun's arm.

Jian Wanjun nodded: "OK, you go."

He and his wife, sent jianzechuan downstairs, watched him drive away.

Before leaving, Jian Wanjun took another look at Jian Si to make him look good.

After the man left, Mrs. Jane asked quickly, "why didn't you ask me just now? What if he went to some dangerous place?"

Jian Wanjun put his arms around his wife's shoulder and sighed: "except for that room, no place is dangerous. If he can walk out, it means that he knows what to do in the future. At this time, don't force him to ask him too much. Just care properly. Let him go what he wants to do. Let her do something to vent."

It's not easy for Jian Zechuan to get out of that house. In the past three days, Jian Wanjun doesn't know what his inner suffering is.Maybe it's a hell in general, in deep water, struggling in pain, despair and regret.

Finally, he opened the door, came out, and chose to accept the death of Xinai. At the same time, he also accepted the torture he had to bear in the future

On the way, Jane asked, "where is the third master going?"

Jianzechuan light way: "cemetery."

Jane four shook her hand holding the steering wheel. Of course, he knew where the cemetery was.

He also knew that if the third master came out of the room, he would go to see Xinai.

Jane took a breath quietly and looked towards the cemetery.

Today, it's cloudy, and it's raining before it gets to the place.

Jianzechuan looked out of the window, Xinai accident that night, also under the rain.

When the car collided, when the fire burned, how desperate she was. He didn't realize how scared she was when she was so afraid of pain?

Jianzechuan heart that has been in severe pain of the place, the pain is more severe.

However, his pain may not be as much as that of Xinai.

Finally, when she got to the place, she stopped, got off and opened her umbrella to help her open the door.

But as soon as he opened his umbrella, Jian Zechuan had come down and walked past him.

Jane four rushed to catch up: "Third Master, I I'll take you to... "

In front of Xinai's tombstone, Jian Zechuan stops.

Jane tried to get close to him several times to keep out the rain, but he pushed her away.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Jian Zechuan was motionless. His frosty face was expressionless, his pale lips were tight, and his eyes reflected the picture of Hsin AI on the tombstone.

In that photo, Su Xiaoling chose a picture of them when they were freshmen.

At that time, Xinai was a shy, introverted, innocent girl with a sweet smile on her lips. She could not help laughing with her.

Jianzechuan, suddenly remembered, he up to now, mobile phone, there is not a picture of Xinai.

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