Chapter 1953: Curative effect

Just when these earth snakes secretly talked about and debated whether the Li family could come back again.
Anivar killed Li Mingrui and was caught on the spot. The news exploded like a flat thunder. They stunned and wondered if they heard it wrong, or the killer happened to have the same name as Anivar. Actually, Not the same person.
As the uncles of Anival, they could not, in any case, associate the gentle and polite Ecker child in the impression with the murderer who dared to assassinate Li Mingrui.
Therefore, they contacted and communicated with each other for the first time to verify the authenticity of the news. As a result, they were left as dead as a chicken. It was not a duplicate name or a rumor. It was the Anker of the Ecker family who killed Li Mingrui.
At the same time, their hearts became heavy, and they gave birth to an inexplicable excitement and pride. They invariably gathered at Ecker's house. After seeing the gates locked, they rushed to the Anival house without a break. Even after they arrived and learned that Anival was dead, they still couldn't restrain their inner excitement and excitement.
This is a delicate psychology of little people eager for a relationship with a big event. When I thought that Li Mingrui, the helm of the Li family in Ushi, was killed by his big nephew, the adrenaline hormones of these snakes were secreted quickly. The blood circulation speeds up, which is enough for them to brag about their lifetime's capital. One and two gathered together in groups like chicken blood, whispering light in their eyes, as if it was not Anivar who killed Li Mingrui. It's like them.
Therefore, when Dinning and Diba came to Anival's house, and found that most of these people did not feel sad, but there was an inexplicable luster shining under their eyes, they felt a mist of water, secretly muttering in their hearts, wasn't it? The news of Anival's death has not yet spread, don't these people know?
But the next moment, when I saw a pickup truck holding white funerals, paper people, wreaths, white cloths and other funeral supplies parked at the door, these people hurrahed around and started to help unload the truck to set up the hall. They knew they were wrong. It was obvious that Aniwar was dead.
I couldn't help but feel a little angry. Someone died at home. These guys not only did not feel sad and sad, but they were just like attending a reception. They were all happy there, and they really disrespected the dead.
But these people were either Anival's friends or Anival's father's friends. He was an outsider who couldn't say anything, but could only glance at them coldly and walked towards the room.
"what happened?"
Diba sometimes has a thick heart, but sometimes it is very thin, and sensitively detects Ding Ning's mood is wrong, and asks softly.
"It's nothing. I just feel chill. Anival is dead. Those who come to pay tribute not only don't have much sadness, but they are all happy, like attending the reception, it's uncomfortable in my heart."
Ding Ning took a deep breath and said with depression.
"Forget it, they are all relatives and friends of the Anivar family. Even if they can help, can they be forced to cry?"
Diba was open-minded and said helplessly.
Ding Ning thought about it too, after all, it was n’t their own family who was dead. Where can they experience the sadness of the family members of the deceased? At this time, it is a kind of human relationship to come to help the personal field. There is no need to force others to cry.
But having said that, I just felt very uncomfortable in my heart, and secretly muttered, if these guys waited to converge, it would be fine, otherwise they would annoy him, so they had to move their hands and feet secretly to make them kneel and cry.
The familiar room was full of people who were not too familiar. He left the villa the night before with Anivar, who had been talking about wine, leaving Ding Ning with a strong sense of indescribability.
Life is so fragile, Anivar's voice smiles as if he is still in sight, but at this moment it has become a cold body.
Anival ’s mother lay on Celine ’s bed, staring at the ceiling without any focus, as empty and numb as her soulless body, tears overflowing her eyes, flowing down her cheeks, and moistening the pillows to make people see I feel so sad that there is no such thing as sending white hair to black people.
Xilin's mother and Xilin were beside her, silently wiping her tears, her eyes were red and swollen like peaches, making Ding Ning feel a heavy sense of depression, and she patted Diba's shoulder, which had been sobbing silently, as a comfort, turned and walked outward , Intend to go out to smoke a breath.
"Uh!"
After turning around, it was better to bump into Yuan Shanshan with the same red and swollen eyes, watching her stare complexly at herself, grinning apologetically, revealing a forced smile, and walking quickly.
Yuan Shanshan sighed secretly and did not entangle Ding Ning's mood. She was very jealous of Diba and Xi Lin. Xi Lin should have been happy when her husband died.
But seeing that Xi Lin was so sad, she suddenly remembered the friendship when she was undressed and taking care of herself when she was hospitalized, so that she couldn't be happy anyway, but she shed a lot of tears.
Recalling that in the past two days, she was full of desire for destruction. Yuan Shanshan couldn't help but secretly be afraid. She didn't know what was going on. She would want to destroy Diba so viciously. Good sister.
Fortunately, despite doing something wrong, in the end, it did not lead to irreparable evil results, and the bad things he did have not been exposed. Diba and Xilin still treat themselves as well as ever.
Yuan Shanshan was quite sure that Ding Ning knew what he had done, but he didn't expose himself, which made her feel mixed and didn't know how to face him.
Watching Diba yelling at Xilin where she cried with headache, Yuan Shanshan's unconquered conscience brought sadness to her heart, tears falling down.
Although her life was bitter, at least her family was still alive, but Xilin became a widow at a young age, which made her feel much worse than herself.
They are girlfriends and their best sisters. Now that Xilin is in trouble, they should accompany her to live through this period of time.
As for Ding Ning, she stayed aside for the time being, and didn't think about those who did not have anything. She was stunned by him twice. This has left her without any confidence and confidence. Perhaps, she looked at him silently. Diba is a good choice for happiness.
Yuan Shanshan's transformation was not for no reason. When she woke up, she found herself lying on her own bed, while her mother was lying on her bed and sleeping, and a still-heating sober soup was placed on the bedside table.
She was full of anger and humiliation in her heart, watching her mother had grayed out half of her hair, and suddenly felt a pain in her heart, remembering what Ding Ning had told her.
Your mother is the greatest mother in the world. In order to feed you and take care of your father, she sacrificed her fame. You only saw the pain of your father, but who can understand the pain and suffering in her heart?
For many years, she has never seen her mother, who feels extremely hatred and feels extremely shame, but she did not expect that she is so old, and her beautiful beauty has long ceased to exist.
Replaced by wrinkled skin and gray hair.
She stretched out her shivering hand impulsively, trying to touch her mother's gray hair. The mother moved slightly because of her uncomfortable sleeping position, and let her retract her hands like a frightened fawn, burying her head in the duvet, silent. Tears.
That gray hair touched the deepest softness in her heart. At that moment, she realized that the reason why she hated her so much these years was actually from her deepest love.
As the so-called hope increases, disappointment increases, and there is no love and hate, where she thinks she blasphemed her mother for this great and sacred word, but did not consider the use of her weak body by a mother who does not have a skill, Shoulder the burden of supporting the young and old?
I do n’t know Chai Migui if I am not in the house. In these years, she stubbornly replaced the mother to take on the burden of supporting the family. Only then did I know that life was not just a matter of talking, it was a responsibility, a heavy, overwhelming person. Responsibility for anger.
If she hadn't held her breath all the time and wanted to prove to her mother that she didn't have to sell her body to maintain her life, she would have been unable to carry it.
But it was not until she saw her mother's white hair that she suddenly reacted. This comparison itself was unfair to the mother.
She has a high education, but can only work as a white-collar worker in a small company, holding a salary of more than 2,000 a month, working overtime and earning year-end dividends, with an average of no more than 4,000 yuan per month. With the money, this is still the mother's burden to take care of the paralyzed father, so that she lives so tightly without any worries.
But what about mother? What does she have? Nothing, no education, no craftsmanship, no skill, no one can rely on, no one can talk, all the suffering can only rest on her weak shoulders alone.
She would not only wait for her father who was paralyzed in bed, but also pull herself and her younger brother, a young pair of children, for three meals a day, for them to go to school, and pull them up hard.
But she didn't think about it for her at all. She just resented and blamed her, thinking that she had made herself shameful, and she couldn't hold her head up, so she hated her and even hated her.
She has never given her a good look over the years, and even the things she has touched are too dirty, and she has never been allowed to enter her room.
Without realizing the hardships of life, you will never understand the difficulty of life.
On this sunny morning, when Yuan Shanshan saw her mother's white hair, she finally realized that she had a thorough understanding of her mother, her resentment disappeared, and was replaced by her regret and self-blame.
When she saw her mother smiling at her, she was so flattered that Yuan Shanshan cried, holding her mother in tears and crying, and kept saying sorry.
The mother cried, but she wept with joy.
Her daughter's indifference to her over the years has made her feel very unhappy, but she did not expect her daughter to know that she had done shameful things, and thought that the pressure of life made her temper more and more irritable.
She has experienced the most difficult and dignified repressive life, and understands the sense of repression that has no place to vent, so in these years, she has been careful to look at her daughter's face and act, lest the daughter be blocked.
Now, her daughter finally smiled at her, which filled her with joy, wiping her tears with joy, and patting her daughter's back kindly, with a strange expression that I am your mother, what's so sorry.