Thousands of silence

Chapter 57

In a cold drink shop, Xi Nian sat awkwardly with a stiff smile.

The child ate cold drinks everywhere, and while helping him wipe his clothes, his mother said, "It's been four years, Nian Xi, you've changed."

She was smiling, but her tone was cold and tasteless.

"You've changed too." Xi Nian smiled awkwardly. The woman in front of him was beautiful and intelligent. Is this the same Ren Yige he once knew...

"It's not easy for me either." She lowered her head to hide the bitterness in her eyes, and smiled with her lips pursed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know at the time." Xi Nian said.

"why apologize?"

Xi Nian frowned, staring at the boy closely.

"Xi Nian..." Ren Yige shook his head and said, "This child is not yours."

Xi Nian was taken aback and looked up into her eyes, which were full of guilt and sadness.

Ren Yige knew that Xi Nian would be so surprised that such a thing would happen when they got tired of being together every day.She said helplessly, "It's my mother."

"I don't like that man, he is 30 years old, his family is rich, my mother forced me to date him..." Her eyes dodged: "I didn't have the courage to break up with you until I found out that I was pregnant. "

"I wanted to plant it on your head, just go to the hospital and get rid of it. But my mother found out my test report, and she asked me to marry him."

"I'm sorry, Xi Nian." She lowered her head.

Xi Nian smiled wryly, suddenly, as if he was listening to a story that had nothing to do with him, he felt a little sympathetic to this woman.

"No one is sorry to anyone." Seeing Ren Yige crying, Xi Nian handed over a tissue.

"Have you had a good year?" she asked.

Xi Nian nodded and said, "It's the same in school, so what's wrong with it."

"I..." Ren Yige was a little excited. She wiped away the tears on her face, and looked at the fresh young boy in front of her from her blurred vision. Playing coquettishly, being self-willed, losing your temper...

Impossible, she is now a married woman.

Xi Nian calmly handed over another tissue, and comforted him: "The past is over, let's get better in the future."

The little boy didn't speak all the time, looking at his mother's red eyes from crying, he burst into tears.

Ren Yige was startled, and quickly hugged the child, holding back her sadness, and put all her thoughts on the child.

The woman in front of her became even more unfamiliar, and Xi Nian felt very sad, but he couldn't say it out loud. Times have changed, and everyone has taken a different path, and they will continue to walk without hesitation.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first." Xi Nian stood up and said.

Ren Yige raised her head, nodded slightly, but there was reluctance in her eyes.

Xi Nian passed by her, with a breeze, Ren Yige turned his head, watched Xi Nian's leaving back, hugged the child in his arms tightly, and said with two lines of tears: "Baby, are we lying to him or are we lying to him?" Lie to yourself?"

She just married last year, married a 40-year-old man, second marriage, no children.A month ago, she met Leng Qiaochen who came back from a business trip, and learned from him all kinds of things that happened to Xi Nian over the years. Leng Qiaochen said, "He should be allowed to see the child."

In order not to disturb each other's lives, that's all she has to do.

Give him, and give yourself an explanation.

Xi Nian returned home, took Fan Ziqian with him, and prepared to go to the cemetery.

He promised to take him to see Zhuang Xiaoque.

Holding a jar of Zhuang Xiaoque's favorite candy in his hand, Fan Ziqian got into a taxi with Xi Nian.

Along the way, the two talked and laughed, until the car stopped after a [-]-degree bend, Fan Ziqian suddenly seemed to have entered another world, and his expression became weird.

Xi Nian took him out of the car and came to Zhuang Xiaoque's grave.

Fan Ziqian put the sugar jar in front of the stone tablet, looked at the person in the photo, and murmured: "Han Jian and I searched for a long time before finding it. You forgot, it's in the refrigerator. Don't take your phone to the refrigerator to get things from now on." , Always lose everything, how can people feel at ease? Han Yan said that he would take me out to play after a while, and he himself forgot what he said, why do you brothers and sisters look so similar..."

In the past year, he was good at thinking about things, Xi Nian smiled, ignored him, and walked silently to the nearby tomb.

The color photo on the stele was washed by the rain not long ago, and the person on it still has wild and unruly eyes, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised seems to be the last mockery of fate.

"Han Fang, I brought Qianqian to see you." Fan Ziqian's nagging echoed in Xi Nian's ears, and his heart ached for them. He couldn't imagine how desperate Han Fang must have been a year ago.

That day, when Han Yan's car drove through the [-]-degree bend, he found Fan Ziqian chasing after him. He braked sharply on the rainy bend and skidded, and fell straight down the mountain.

Xi Nian caught up with Fan Ziqian, helped him up from the mud, stared at him with distressed eyes, and softly called out with a pair of cold lips: "Han Fang..."

Xi Nian closed his eyes, and the thunderous noise in the mountains that day echoed in his mind. When he opened his eyes again, there was a thick fog in the mountains.

Xi Nian turned around, and there seemed to be a tall figure on the winding path in the mountain. He looked at the chattering person standing in front of the tomb quietly and with a relieved smile from a distance.

He raised his index finger to his mouth and made a "shh" gesture to Xi Nian.

Xi Nian nodded and smiled...

Qianqian, you see, Han Yan has never left.

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