He Hui clutched the drawer under the incense table tightly, but said nothing.
She was thinking in her heart, so what if her husband stayed in Guangcheng? It was impossible for him to face this second brother coldly, and it was even more impossible for him to wake him up by scolding him. When people are obsessed with obsession, it is useless to say anything.
That is the master who wanted to jump into the fire pit, and injured his husband along the way, and got a root cause of the disease, ruining the rest of his life. In this way, who can save whom? These two people have been brothers in this life, and it is also a sin!
Qian Luhai supported the chair and stood up. Qian Jian wanted to go to the handle, but Qian Luhai threw it away. He fumbled with the cabinet alone, trembling all the way to the incense table.
He Hui glanced at him, and before he could say anything, she tacitly lit a stick of incense and handed it over. Holding the incense in his hand, Qian Luhai waved his hand to disperse the smoke, and then bowed solemnly to the black and white portraits of his parents.
There is also a color photo beside it, the person on it is Qian Luda's. According to the rules of the past, people who have died should naturally be photographed in black and white.
However, when the confession was filed, Qian Luhai refused to use black and white photos. He only said that the second brother was either missing or really dead.
But people can't live life too clearly in this lifetime, so I just leave a color photo of my second brother, just as a thought. Every time he looked at the photo of his second brother, Qian Luhai had a sad and remorseful look on his face.
He didn't know why his father had such entangled thoughts and thoughts about this second uncle. Until some time ago, after hearing what Uncle Er said, he vaguely had an outline in his heart, and finally had answers to his questions for many years.
Perhaps the father really thought that the second uncle was dead, but he didn't want to admit it. This vivid color photo is a kind of punishment for himself, a kind of torment. Only when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, maybe he can get a kind of relief.
Leaving from his parents' house and returning to his own small home. Still outside the door, Qian Jian heard bursts of laughter inside the house. Through a door, he could still hear the sound of water splashing inside, as if splashing on the floor.
Qian Jian leaned against the wall and did not rush to open the door. He closed his eyes slightly, listening to the whispering, laughing and squabbling of his wife and daughter inside. I just felt that the water splashes flying around also floated out of the door together.
Qian Jian could tell that it was his daughter who was screaming happily. She was always so simple, happy, and defenseless. Even if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he knew that his daughter must have laughed so hard that her teeth were all exposed.
The other "giggle" should be my wife. When I was in love before, I could always hear such a familiar laughter. It's just that in the past two years, after having a child, I have always been more busy than happy.
At this moment, in such a special period, to hear such hearty laughter, to Qian Jian, it is like a warm spring sun.
With that in mind, he stretched out his hand and pushed the doorknob open. But he saw his wife wearing a beret hat and an apron covered in paint, holding a mop in her hand, chasing and playing around with her daughter.
The child was bouncing around the room like a rabbit, with two braids dangling with the swing of his body. The shadow on the glass window was refracted and landed in Qian Jian's eyes, and the corners of his eyes felt moist. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com