disappearing gold

Chapter 79 Good seedlings never go bad

A son's changes cannot escape his mother's eyes. Song Xiaofan changed because of his father's mistakes.

But Ms. Wang firmly believes that even so, Song Xiaofan is still a healthy and good seedling that will not grow bad.

2017 years.

Song Hui's death was caught off guard. The police found a huge amount of cash in his home, and everything was in a mess. The mother and son were caught off guard. They stared at each other for a long time, with only fear and uneasiness in their eyes.

How could it suddenly become like this? A good home turns into a boat in the storm?
  Song Xiaofan squatted in the corner of the living room, his eyes dull, and he was in a daze for a long time. He hugged his knees tightly and buried his head in them, thinking that he could be an ostrich. As long as he couldn't see or think about it, he could change the fact that the family had undergone tremendous changes.

As a mother, Ms. Wang has an unshirkable responsibility.

Her husband's corruption and bribery were like a fighter jet, flying in her head all night long.

pain! The severe pain was about to explode his brain into countless pieces.

She scratched her head, huddled into the sofa and cried!
  Who would have thought that the man who had always been obedient to him would actually do this shocking thing without telling him! Why hide it from her? Why take bribes?

Her head was squeezed to pieces and her tears were all gone. She didn't even think about it.

I really want to sleep from now on and never wake up again!

How on earth did Song Hui deceive them? When did he start doing illegal things?
  Loneliness, resentment, sadness, unwillingness and other emotions attacked all at once, and she became a rabbit covered with bruises.

During the long ordeal, Ms. Wang recalled the scenes with Song Hui and speculated on the moments when her husband might have deceived her.

It was a day like any other day. She put on a light make-up and went out.

When the car was halfway through, she took out her mobile phone from her bag, but there was no trace of the mobile phone at all!

She was stunned for a moment, thinking it was strange. Didn't she put her phone in her bag before going out? How could it not be? Confused all the way, she hurried back to the door of her house.

The door was closed, and she took out her key and opened the door.

A sound came from the guest room to the living room, strange! Even if you are preparing things before going out, you don’t need to go to the guest room.

"You're almost late, you—?" Ms. Wang was about to open the door, but her eyes first caught sight of Song Hui standing at the end of the bed with his back to her through the crack in the door. He stood very straight, but his head was buried very low.

What is Song Hui doing?
  Somehow, this made her feel weird. So, the half sentence she was about to spit out was eaten back into her stomach.

He didn't notice himself, and his back was motionless. He might have been immersed in some fantasy scene.

What was he thinking about?
  Ms. Wang couldn't help but pause.

Song Hui suddenly bent down and spread his hands to hug something.

really weird!
  "What are you doing?" She was curious.

"Ah?" He turned around suddenly and saw that it was himself, his facial muscles still tense. After a while, he suddenly explained: "I, I...oh, there are no gods or demons."

Ms. Wang breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the guest room.

But she discovered that there was a bulging luggage bag under his feet. The black bag was covered with dust. It was obviously not a briefcase meant to be taken to work. "What is this?"

Song Hui's heart skipped a beat, "What?"

"What's in the bag at your feet?" She pointed to her duffel bag.

He replied: "Oh, some old clothes, I will take them to throw away on the way to work."

"Really? When did you clean it up?" Ms. Wang didn't believe it. However, he nodded, "It has been packed up a long time ago and has been kept here."

She could only believe that this duffel bag had been in the guest room. Although it was empty before, it is now full.

Ever since, Ms. Wang returned to the bedroom and dug out her cell phone from the bedside table before going out.

The moment she opened the door, she felt like a light on her back, and there were a pair of hot eyes behind her, which only locked her back.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw her husband's strange expression. He seemed unable to hear his own question, his eyes completely attached to her.

"What are you doing?" Song Hui's appearance frightened her.

He didn't answer, but looked at her face with a leisurely look.

"Hey! Song Hui, don't scare me!" she asked loudly, thinking that the other party was possessed.

Song Hui still didn't answer, his eyes were thinking about something worth thinking about.

Seeing that there were still 20 minutes left before the stipulated work time, she had no time to think about it, so she ran out of the house and escaped from the elevator.

The more I thought about it afterwards, the more something was wrong, but when I asked Song Hui, he still insisted on his original explanation.

Helplessly, Ms. Wang could not find any flaw. Because Song Hui did have a lot of old clothes, which did disappear after that day.

Now recalling this scene again, Ms. Wang speculated that Song Hui must have hidden all the embezzled bribe money into the bed in the guest room while she was not at home.

Why are you packing up old clothes and throwing them away? This is obviously Song Hui's excuse to deceive himself! That black duffel bag contained nothing else. But a bag full of cash!

This cunning Song Hui actually deceived him as a fool all day long!
  This was great, he risked his own life and even lost his own life.

The more she thought about this, the more Ms. Wang's tears were like floods bursting from a dam, and she couldn't hold them back no matter what.

Song Xiaofan suddenly came over and stood in front of the sofa staring at himself for a long time. He stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, then opened his mouth, trying to say something, but he couldn't.

Suddenly, he turned around and left.

She thought she could hear something, but he didn't say anything.

His back was dim and shrunk, and his shoulders hung long.

When he reached the water dispenser, he took a cup and poured a glass of water over. Walking up to him, he said in a stiff tone: "Mom, drink some water!"

The words may seem to be comforting, but the choking and frustration in the truth are all making people uncomfortable. There were crystal tears in his eyes, and his nose was red from rubbing.

Ms. Wang looked up at her son, her tears still unstoppable, and the tears that kept pouring out of her eyes blurred his shadow.

"Fanfan, your dad -" She originally wanted to say that your dad had enough food and clothing in his life, and his life was not a hardship. The only trouble was that his life was too short and the bribery was discovered too early. But as soon as the word "Dad" was mentioned, she was afraid that her son would be sensitive and sad, so she simply kept her mouth shut.

"He is not my dad. I don't have such a dad, and I don't need such a dad!" Song Xiaofan suddenly smashed the water glass, and the boiling water wet Ms. Wang's shoes.

But he didn't realize it. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists and cursed: "Song Hui is a scumbag. If I had found out about the bribe money earlier, I would have beaten him to death even if he hadn't slipped and fallen off the cliff. !”

He opened a pair of blood-red eyes, like a furious lion, and exuded the aura of keeping strangers away from him.

Ms. Wang raised her shocked eyes, her red and swollen eyes filled with disbelief, "Fanfan, you——"

(End of this chapter)