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Di Ying raised his eyebrows when he heard this and asked: "Who is the name of that traveling businessman? How old is he? What does he look like? Does he have any characteristics? When did you get to know each other? How deep is the friendship that we can drink and chat until midnight?"
Gong Wei, who was in his twenties, was a little flustered by this series of questions.
He hesitated and replied: "I don't know his name, but he came to my shop to order ten pairs of scissors, so we chatted a few more words.
Seeing that they were comrades, he invited Xiaomin to have a drink with him, and Xiaomin and Xiaomin went.
He, he is about three, no, about forty years old. He does not have the characteristics you mentioned. He was very happy to pay the money. He just made the order and paid the full price.
He also invited Xiaomin to drink. Xiaomin didn't want to lose such a good customer, so he went. "
"Where did you go to drink? Whose wine shop is open so late?" Di Ying approached him and asked.
Gong Wei leaned his upper body back and rubbed his kneeling legs. However, even though he was being escorted, he couldn't get a safe distance.
He could only answer quickly: "It's in the east of the city. He said, said it was the yard he rented. It's in the seventh house in Lane 2."
Di Ying heard this and glanced at Peng Liang.
Peng Liang dodged and disappeared.
Di Ying took a step back, keeping a certain distance from Gong Wei, and then asked Gong Wei a strange question: "How is your parents' relationship?"
Gong Wei heard the question and replied in confusion: "Very good."
Di Ying asked again: "What kind of state was your mother in when she was ill for more than a year? What did your father do?"
Such questions pulled Gong Wei into memories.
Just when someone is asked a question in a loose and tight manner, and suddenly hears a more relaxed question, people's emotions will instinctively search for the truth.
Gong Wei is like this.
At this time, he unknowingly relaxed a little, looked at the ground on the right, and replied: "My father is a rough man, and he only knows how to blacksmith his whole life. My mother is the daughter of a down-and-out scholar's family. She has a soft and beautiful appearance, and also Very knowledgeable and reasonable.
My father doted on her very much and would satisfy almost all her requests. Even though she is in her thirties, she is still as young and innocent as a girl.
But she is sick.
After she fell ill, her father heard from the doctor that my mother had a family disease that had been inherited since her ancestors.
This disease is extremely difficult to treat and cure. Drugs and exercise can only be used to try to prolong life.
My father panicked and took my mother around to seek medical advice.
My mother cried all day long. Her character, which was originally fond of mourning the spring and mourning the autumn, was brought to the extreme after her illness.
As long as my father spoke to her with a slightly wrong tone or wording, she would be so sad that she would not drink tea or think about food.
will get angry.
In the past, whenever she pouted, my father would accompany her and carefully coax her for a long time until she was delighted.
But six months after she became ill, because the family’s savings were about to be exhausted and because we had to earn money for my mother’s medical treatment, my father and we all tried our best to find ways to take more orders and work more.
I was so tired all day that I really had no energy to speak.
Under such great pressure, she naturally rarely paid attention to her mother's little emotions, and her mother became angry more and more often.
Sometimes she would see a bird flying and laugh. Just ask your father to laugh together.
My father couldn't laugh, and his tone of voice was inevitably a bit harsh, which made my mother sad again.
The father, who was half-dead from exhaustion, was too lazy to coax him. He only wanted to make money and save his mother's life.
My father thought the same as we did: he felt that as long as he could save his mother's life and coax her, he would stay behind.
But my mother didn't understand.
In the past, if I had any delicious food, I would give it to my mother to take a bite first.
But I can’t care anymore. Every meal time is like stolen time. When you are hungry, you can grab whatever you want and eat it, regardless of whether it is good or bad.
My mother was also angry about this.
They say that we dislike her, that she is sick, and that we think she is a burden and a drag. She always thought about running away from home.
Sometimes when she gets angry, she dares to say anything and do anything.
She would often tell us with tears in her eyes: Drive her away? Send her to the Salesian Division? She has burdened us and this family, let her die on her own. It's just that she can't bear to leave us.
My children were all devastated by my mother's state.
But my father always comforted us and said: Mother is a patient, and we must be considerate and tolerant. At worst, just pretend you didn't hear it and don't worry about it.
But such words are too hurtful.
I often see my exhausted father sitting on the street in a daze. I also saw him secretly wiping tears late at night.
However, just because he no longer faced my mother when he slept, fearing that she would see his tears, my mother became angry and sad.
He said that she was sick, and my father had a bad attitude towards her, that he disliked her, etc.
Gradually, as the days passed, the patience of my father and our whole family was almost worn away.
No one has the intention to coax her fragile, delicate little heart.
We just want to cure her disease, thinking that as long as she is not sick, she will be cured. The family will return to the happy days before.
After all: you can't coax her forever.
Illness is the root cause, and as long as the root cause is eliminated, there will be no need to spend so much time and effort trying to coax her.
But God's calculation is better than the calculation of man.
She gradually changed from sad and angry to irritable and irritable, and was ready to seek death at every turn.
My child is only nine years old. He is a small child who spends all day learning how to dress in colorful clothes and entertain his parents. I was bullied outside, and I didn't dare to tell her when I came back.
Even more afraid to tell us for fear of causing trouble to us.
Later I discovered that my mother was also looking for life and death all day long, so I asked my children to guard my mother every day.
But there are always times when children are negligent, and there are times when my mother can’t bear the scolding and runs out crying.
If someone couldn't watch, my mother would sneak out quietly.
Until mid-June of this year, on that day, my mother slipped out again. That time, she slipped far away.
When I discovered and looked for her, I saw her standing on the river bridge from a distance, looking into the river.
I was so frightened that I quickly called her as loud as I could.
But she..."
Gong Wei suddenly stopped talking, turned his head away, and stopped talking.
Everyone who heard his words knew in their hearts that what he didn't finish was that he watched his mother jump into the river.
Everyone was lamenting this for a moment.
Some women shed tears when they heard it, and wiped the corners of their eyes with their handkerchiefs.
Those who were happy to see Gong Chunjiang beaten before had their mood changed again.
The way everyone looked at Master Di also changed.
Some people couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "Master Di, you beat, arrest, and interrogate people on any charge..."
"Yeah, how is this different from those bad officials? Gong Chunjiang is already pitiful enough, and look how badly he was beaten again." Someone else said.
Others also said: "Actually, you don't blame Gong Chunjiang for competing with the Xi family for business, right? He also wanted to cure his wife's illness. He was under too much pressure."
"That's right, let's take care of the Gong family's business more in the future, right?"
"Hey, what are you talking about in the future? Gong Wei is in big trouble this time. Master Di is obviously trying to pin the charge of killing Xi Shan on him, right? Gong family, what will we do in the future?"
"Hey, tell me, is this Mr. Di a fake? If the real Mr. Di was so bad, his reputation wouldn't be so good. It would also spread to Wenzhou, right?"
"Tch, you are so naive. Aren't the officials the final say about what is good or bad? They want to deliberately spread a good reputation among the people. How can we know whether it is true or false?"
"Yeah, that's right. There's an old saying: It's better to meet someone than to be famous. Doesn't that mean that what you hear is never as good as what you see. This shows how fake rumors can be."
