1256: C1256 Unable to Forgive

C1256 Unable to Forgive

I interrupted Qiu Tong and said bluntly, "No matter how many reasons there are, even if there are ten thousand reasons why one should not abandon one's own child, one should not put her on the brink of death. If one does not intend to raise a child, then one should not give birth to her. I can't understand this, and I can't accept that I can't forgive it. "

Qiu Tong sighed again. "Don't be so harsh. You're a man, you don't understand the difficulty of being a woman. You don't know what it feels like when a woman gets pregnant. You don't know the pain of being separated from your own body."

I suddenly thought of the miscarriage during Qiu Tong's Spring Festival. It was the night we were drunk after drinking at the Danton.

I looked at Qiu Tong in a daze and saw that her eyes were misty. There were a few traces of melancholy, frustration, and sadness in her eyes.

I didn't say anything for a long time, and neither did Qiu Tong.

It was as if she was reminded of her miscarriage. It was as if she had fallen into a bitter and sorrowful memory.

I suddenly felt a great sadness in my heart, as well as an indescribable sadness.

I got up and left Qiu Tong's office in silence.

Nightfall, I went directly to the People's Hospital near the home hotel, Yang Xinhua's taxi is still parked there.

I opened the door and got in.

"What's going on?" "No," I said.

"After that woman entered the hotel room, she never came out!" Yang Xinhua said.

"Oh." I nodded.

"She slept all afternoon!" Yang Xinhua said again.

"How do you know?" "No," I said.

"I also got a room in this hotel, next to the woman's. This hotel is very shabby, the two rooms are partitioned off by partitions, there are gaps, I saw it." Yang Xinhua said.

"Oh." I nodded. "Give me the room key. You can go back first."

"The penultimate room in the second floor corridor." Yang Xinhua handed me the key and drove away.

I took the key straight into the hotel and went up the iron ladder outside the courtyard.

The hotel was small and cluttered, with people coming in and out of it from time to time. This place was close to the hospital, and most of those who stayed here were the patients' families.

My entrance did not attract anyone's attention.

I went straight upstairs and down the dimly lit corridor, which smelled of damp mildew.

At the door, I opened it and went in. The room was small, with a bed, a table, a television, a chair, a washbasin and a thermos. Nothing else.

The room was dirty and covered in cobwebs. It was unknown how long it had been since they had cleaned the room, but the bed sheets were dark. It was unknown how long it had been since they had changed.

I turned out the light, and then there was a light on the wall, a light coming through a crack in the partition from the next room.

I quietly put one eye close to the crack. It was a small hole, very small.

Then I saw the scene in the next room.

The lights in the room were on. A woman with disheveled hair was leaning against the bed. Her face was pale and her eyes were straight. She was looking in the direction of the door. This woman did indeed have some looks, but also had a bone like beauty.

The woman seemed to be deep in thought. Her expression was sometimes fierce, sometimes worried, sometimes sighing, sometimes sad, sometimes red-rimmed.

I held my breath and watched.

After a while, the woman took out the ticket folder next to her, opened it, looked at it, and said to herself, "Fuck, I'm finally here. Where the hell are you? "It's been more than seven years, are you still alive in this world?"

My heart skipped a beat. Snowy was almost seven years old.

After saying that, the woman wiped her red eyes and fiercely said, "Since I have come, I must find you. If you die, I will sacrifice my life for you. Even until death, this old lady will not let you off. "

I was startled to hear that.

Then the woman got up and sat on the edge of the bed, looking listless, and then she kept yawning.

Then the woman took a bottle of green tea from the head table and drank most of it in one gulp.

After she was done, she took out a few long and thin hoses from her bag on the bed and placed them on the table. She then took out a small fruit knife, picked up a green tea bottle, lowered her head, and started fiddling with the mouth of the bottle with the knife …

My heart tightened. Wasn't this supposed to be making ice pots?

Then she fished a roll of foil out of her bag and tore off a long strip. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small transparent plastic bag.

Very quickly, a wave of Cyan Smoke rose.

Then the woman raised her head and let out a puff of white smoke.

The woman had a look of enjoyment on her face and her eyes were closed.

Smoke began to swirl around the room, and my sense of smell was acute.

The woman was skating.

She actually had the same hobby as Lee Shun.

The woman continued skating and inhaled six mouthfuls in a row. After that, she let out a long sigh of relief. She seemed to be in high spirits and her complexion was much better. Her face looked even more enchanting.

Then the woman got up and put the pot under the bed and put the rest of the things in the bag.

Then she took out her comb and combed her hair. She pulled open the curtains, opened the window, crossed her arms, and stood at the window, looking out into the night.

"Hsinghai. I'm finally back. "Finally back." The woman said to herself, and there was a kind of psychedelic sadness in her voice.

I watched in silence. She stood there in silence, no longer mumbling.

I thought for a moment, then tiptoed out of the room to the door of her room.

"Who —" The woman's alert voice came from the room.

"The man who brought the water." I whispered.

"Just leave it at the door."

I kept quiet and knocked again.

"Damn it, I'm sick. Didn't I tell you to leave it at the door?" The woman's voice was filled with anger. Then, the sound of footsteps could be heard and the door was opened.

As soon as the door opened, without waiting for the woman to react, I slipped in sideways, covering her mouth with my hand, and kicked the door open.

Then I dragged her inside.

The woman's eyes were filled with fear as she whined.

"Don't yell — I won't hurt you, or —" I whisper in her ear.

The woman nodded.

I slowly let go, and the woman let out a long breath, stared at me, and then sat down on the bed, stroking her hair. "Hey — what are you doing? Why are you pretending to be a waiter who delivered water to us? "

The woman's eyes no longer showed any signs of fear. She seemed to be very calm, as if she was someone who had experienced a few things.

I pulled up a chair and sat down. Then I took a cigarette from my pocket and was about to put it to my lips when the woman said, "Give me one."

Stunned, I handed her the cigarette. Then I took out another and saw that she didn't have a lighter, so I lit it for her and then lit it myself.

The woman took a slow drag on her cigarette, then looked at me, up and down.

I took a drag on my cigarette and looked at her, up and down.

This woman had a good figure and a good appearance. She had a bit of grace between her brows and she was very familiar with the way she smoked.

After sizing each other up, the woman suddenly laughed.

Her smile looked strange.

"Big Brother, little handsome brother, do you want to fight wild food?" "No," she said.

These words made me feel a little awkward.

"Big Brother, don't misunderstand, I live here. I'm not a chicken, I want to play with women, you found the wrong place." she added.

I gave a dry laugh.

"Although you look pretty good, with one glance you can tell that you're a model that women like. However, in my eyes, you're just an oily and fair boy, not the type that elder sister and I like. I think you found the wrong person. " She continued.

I said, "So what kind of men do you like?"

"It doesn't matter what type it is. I'm not interested in men like you anyway." She gave me a disdainful look.

I said, "Actually, you're wrong. I'm not looking for trouble. I'm the tenant who lives next door to you."

"The tenant next door?" She blinked, "Then what do you mean by pretending to be the one who brought the water in here?"

I said, "They're all here to stay, and they're all neighbors. I'm fine and bored, so I came over to talk to you."

"Talk?" We don't know each other and aren't sleeping in our own rooms. What's there to talk about? " "No," she said.

I said, "I came here. This room is too dirty and reeking of mildew. It's impossible for me to lie down and sleep."

Then she interrupted me, "Don't stay in a hotel like this if you can't sleep. Go to a luxury hotel. It's comfortable there. Why are you here? If you don't have money, then stop being picky.

I ignored her. "Second, there's a smell in the room that keeps me awake, in addition to the smell of mold."

"What smell?" "No," she said.

I said, "The room in this hotel is not very sealed-off. It's as if there's a nice, sweet smell coming from your room to my room. The smell makes my stomach ache and I feel like vomiting. "

"Oh." Her eyelids twitched as she stared at me. "Your nose is very sensitive. Why didn't I smell it? "How can you be sure that it was from my room?"

I looked at her for a moment and then said slowly, "Actually, I know what it smells like. And I know what tools are under the bed in your bag. "

Her expression suddenly changed, "You are not a customer of the restaurant, from what I see, you don't look like one. Just who are you? Are you a plainclothes cop? "

Her expression began to tense.

I chuckled. "Don't be nervous. Do I look like a police officer to you?"2

She looked at me again, then said, "Like, but not like."

"What doesn't look like?" "No," I said.

"It looks like everywhere, but it doesn't look like anywhere at all." "No," she said.

I said, "Actually, I'm not really a cop."

"But you don't live here either." she said coldly.

"Then what do you think I am?" "No," I said.

She kept her eyes on me and said nothing.

I stood up and walked back and forth a few steps, then stopped and looked at her. "Actually, you must be very curious and confused. Firstly, I'm not a police officer, secondly, I'm not a customer. Thirdly, I don't seem to be staying here."

"Yes. What exactly are you doing? " "No," she said.

"Do you know me?" "No," I said.

"I've never met him before!" "No," she said.

"I don't know you, because I didn't know you before." "No," I said.

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