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Of course, I can't help them. I'm crazy and tear off all the disguises. I'm bloody. I won't let them get better. My world has completely collapsed. I said to myself, I will never let them go.

But my son did not understand, he did not understand why his mother became so crazy overnight that strange, yes, he will never understand how his mother suffered the destruction and betrayal.

My husband was determined to go back to the woman, ignoring my entreaties. In that night, while my son was sleeping with me, he took away the child he had born with the woman. They were going to leave for a family reunion.

God, God, when my own son asked his father and brother where they had gone again and again, how should I tell him that our mother and son have been abandoned by our husband and father, how can I tell him the dirty and cruel truth, what should I do, how should I say

The only pride and dignity I have left will never allow me to bow down, and I will not allow myself to bow down, so I curse them day and night, the ungrateful Dog Man and woman, their bad death, and their immortality.

It's about God's mercy on me. I really heard my prayer. The world's cause and effect cycle will not let go of anyone. Everyone should pay the due price for what they do.

That afternoon, I was in the office and received a phone call from the police. The police told me that my husband had been involved in a series of traffic accidents in other provinces and had been killed. There was also a woman and a child with him who had not been rescued. The police asked me to identify people.

The moment I put down the phone, I felt my whole blood was boiling, my hands and body were shaking, my brain was blank, but there was a voice in my heart constantly saying, retribution, retribution, all retribution, this is your retribution

That day, I was in the office crazy laughter, laugh to distinguish is crying or laughing.

I went to the police station and claimed the body.

I often described the situation of the car accident and the scene of finding the body at last. My husband was holding the woman, so his face was almost completely destroyed. This was the first time I saw that woman. Anyway, all the people were dead. I could not see whether it was beautiful or not.

But her existence is the greatest irony and insult to me.

And the child I raised with my own hands. I hate it deeply, but it's impossible for me to have no feelings at all. Now that people are dead, what else can be said.

So in the end, I took away the body of my husband and the child. As for the woman, I don't know, I can't claim it. She will be treated as an unnamed corpse in the end. As a result, she will be punished.

However, this is not enough to heal my inner trauma, nor to erase the injury for so many years. My hatred has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

When my son asks his father and elder brother where they are, I can't tell him, because I want them to have no one to worship. Even if they are ghosts, they can only be wandering souls. I want them to live forever.

I'm sorry, I'm not an expressive mother. I don't know how to face you. So please forgive me. I know that I'm ill and will die soon. This is probably my retribution, and no one will be let go.

But I'm already tired. The only thing I can't let go is you. Besides a mess, I can't leave you anything. The future can only be done by yourself.

I do not agree with you and that woman, because I know that the child is not yours at all, because I know that one day that woman will take the child and go with another man. I am afraid that you will make the same mistake. I am afraid that you will spend the rest of your life in regret and regret. My life has been destroyed, so I will never allow your life to be destroyed.

But I don't know how to express. In addition to this tough way of confrontation, I don't know how to communicate with you. I'm sorry, the person I'm most sorry for in this life is you. I'm sorry to leave you such an incomplete childhood and life.

Your father and elder brother are buried in the cemetery on Shanchuan road. You can put my ashes in, too. Take care, son!

Qin Ruolan's masterpiece.

Three pages of paper, more than 3000 words, the more you write at the end, the more scribbled and fuzzy the handwriting is. Maybe Qin Ruolan wrote it with tears.

Finally, Ning Shiqian finally knew where his father and elder brother had gone. Finally he knew the secret he had been searching for for for so many years. The truth was so cruel and cruel.

Looking at the pain and despair of Qin Ruolan between the lines, how regretful and regretful he was. He didn't care much about her. In this whole thing, she was the one who had the hardest life. She raised the children born to her husband and other women. Finally, she watched them go away and were abandoned. Her son turned against her. She should have lived these years How hard

Ning Shiqian was holding that piece of paper, weeping like a child with nothing.He was wrong, really wrong He really didn't know Qin Ruolan had such a hard time: "I'm sorry, mom, it's me, I'm sorry, mom I'm sorry. I'm sorry. "

The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop; the son wants to raise, but relatives do not wait.

Life, no hypothesis, no beginning.

The cemetery on Shanchuan Road, just 10 kilometers away, is the nearest cemetery.

Ning Shiqian didn't expect that his father and elder brother, who had disappeared for many years, were actually so close to him.

Now, he came here for the first time with Qin Ruolan's ashes.

Their tombstone is located at the top of the whole cemetery. The surroundings are clean, but the photos on the tombstone have turned yellow.

There is also an empty place beside the tombstone. There are two bundles of dried chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone. They have been dried by the wind. They should have been left a long time ago.

Ning Shiqian came alone. He informed the administrator of the cemetery to help with the burial.

The manager was very surprised and said, "is Mrs. Ning dead? She still looks so young."

"Do you know her?"

"Yes, yes. I've been here for more than ten years. She comes here twice a year, rain or shine. She sits alone all day. She also gives me some money regularly and asks me to clear the tombstone. What a pity."

"Every year?"

"Yes, so I remember it very clearly."

She said that she hated her husband, but there was no love, where to hate, all hate, all because of love.

"Thank you. I'll trouble you here in the future." Ning Shi Qian'an buried Qin Ruolan's ashes, and sat down until dark before leaving.