60s: Petite Wife

Mrs. Mei's expression changed slightly, and she said categorically, "No, your father is already dead. That uncle is just a stranger and has nothing to do with us."

Unlike before, Mei Sihua didn't ask Mrs. Mei any longer after hearing Mrs. Mei's words, "Dad is already dead." He looked at Mrs. Mei stubbornly with hurt in his eyes.

"Mom, you lied. You know that uncle. I see you always draw this uncle." Mei Sihua shouted loudly.

Mrs. Mei was a little overwhelmed. Her son was very obedient and restrained since he was a child. He never made requests like other children. It was the first time like today, and she didn't know how to deal with it.

"Mom, you lied to me, obviously I have a father, but why do you say that my father is already dead? The uncle just now was my father, and the uncle said he was your husband."

Mei Sihua burst into tears, just like a real child, her face was covered with tears and snot, she couldn't hold her sleeves to wipe her tears, she choked up, so pitiful.

"Everyone else has a father, but I don't have a father. Mom, why don't you recognize your father? Did he do something wrong?"

Mei Sihua found a reason for her mother and felt that Zhao Si must have done something wrong to her mother, so her mother was reluctant to recognize him.

"Mom, Dad, can he be forgiven for his wrongdoing?" Mei Sihua looked at Mrs. Mei hopefully. He actually likes Zhao Si quite a bit. He looks more powerful than other people's fathers. will envy him.

Mrs. Mei couldn't help crying and laughing, how could this child think that Zhao Si is his father?

But she couldn't explain it to her son!

Ah Hua always thought she was her biological mother. If she suddenly told him the truth, would the child be able to bear it?

After all, this child's life experience...

Ugh!

Mrs. Mei sighed softly, Ah Hua's life experience can never be said, let Ah Hua think so, anyway, as far as she is concerned, Ah Hua is no different from her own children.

This pot can only be carried by Zhao Si!

Otherwise, there is no way to fool the child. Ah Hua is very thoughtful, but he is not so easy to deceive!

Fortunately, she didn't plan to meet Zhao Si at all, so it doesn't hurt to let him take the blame, but she can't stay in this place anymore.

"Ahua, I'm sorry, it's your mother who lied to you. That uncle is indeed your father. He didn't do anything wrong. It was mother who was wrong, so mother didn't have the face to see him." Mrs. Mei explained patiently and took out a handkerchief for her son to wipe. tears.

Mei Sihua didn't cry anymore, there was a surprise on his face, and his eyes were bright. He knew that the uncle was his father, and he could see it at a glance.

"What did mom do wrong? Dad won't forgive you?" Mei Sihua was a little disappointed. Dad was close at hand, but he couldn't recognize each other, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Dad is a very good person. He didn't blame his mother, but she couldn't forgive herself." Mrs. Mei explained bravely, she just hoped her son would not go to the bottom of it, or else she wouldn't be able to make it up!

"Mom, why don't you forgive yourself? Dad didn't blame you, can you forgive yourself?" Mei Sihua didn't understand her mother's thoughts very much. Dad came to the door, why is she still holding back!

Mrs. Mei was extremely helpless, and regretted that she had admitted that Zhao Si was a father's business for a while. If she told a lie, she had to use countless lies to make up for it. Ah Hua was not an ordinary child, and if she continued, she would definitely be a gangster.

"Ah Hua, let me tell you the truth. Mom looks like a ghost. She doesn't even have the face to see your father. It's better if you don't see him. It's even more uncomfortable. Do you understand what your mother means?"

As soon as Mrs. Mei gritted her teeth, she simply expressed her true thoughts. Mei Sihua opened her eyes and looked at Mrs. Mei for a long time, and said in a daze: "Mom, you are not ugly at all, you are prettier than other mothers, Dad will not dislike him. yours."

"Mom dislikes herself. Ah Hua is going to cook some meat for her. Mom is hungry."

Mrs. Mei's scalp was numb, and she had no choice but to say she was hungry and spent her son.

She has to leave here tomorrow. Zhao Si is so shrewd, he will definitely find something wrong tomorrow. She has to leave as soon as possible, so that Zhao Si cannot come to the door again.

Mrs. Mei sighed faintly. After living here for twelve years, she was really reluctant to leave!

It seems that she is really old. Only the old people have feelings for the place where they lived and are reluctant to give up. Mrs. Mei sighed again, took the suitcase from the cabinet, and skillfully packed the soft luggage, just need Just bring a few changes of clothes and valuables.

When Zhao Si and Shen Jiao arrived at the Nanshan Cemetery, it was already deep at night. The mountain was pitch black, and not even a ghost could be seen. Only the tomb guard's room had dim lights and was swaying in the night wind.

"Fourth Uncle, are we really going to go up the mountain? Why don't we come back tomorrow, you can't see anything in this pitch-darkness." Shen Jiao shuddered and looked around, no matter how she looked, she felt pimples rash.

Running to the cemetery in the middle of the night, no matter how daring you are, you can't stand it!

Sister Wen took out the flashlight from the car, pressed the button, and the orange cylindrical light shot out. Zhao Si ignored Shen Jiao and walked straight to the bright room. Shen Jiao flattened her mouth and had to trot. Keeping up with ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In this gloomy environment, she didn't dare to get too far from Zhao Si, she would rather go to the morgue to chat with the dead body.

The tomb guard was an old man who was more than a few years old. He was more surprised to see them than to see a ghost. Sister Wen stepped forward to explain the purpose of his visit, and handed over a pack of Dazhong cigarettes. The old man was attentive immediately and took them up the mountain after getting dressed.

"I have been here for fifteen years. There are many tombs on the mountain, and they are buried there. I can find them with my eyes closed. There is no one here named Mei Ying, but there is one named Mei Hanying. I don't know who it is. It's not the person you're looking for, it was sent over twelve years ago, here it is."

The old man who was guarding the tomb was a bit chatty, and he was talking nonsense. He probably hadn't seen a living person at night in fifteen years. When I saw three of them today, how could I hold back the chatter!

Mei Hanying's tomb is on the hillside, and the only inscription on the stele is: Tomb of Mei Hanying.

Apart from these five characters, there are no other characters on the stele, and neither the year of birth or death nor the person who erected the stele were written.

Zhao Si rubbed the monument for a long time, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, it seemed that he was in a better mood.

"Awen, give me a knife." Zhao Si said suddenly.

Sister Wen hurriedly took out the dagger from her body and handed it over. Shen Jiao was very curious, what did Zhao Si want the knife for?

Zhao Si took the knife and scratched the inscription on the inscription. With all his strength, he scratched the granite tombstone with a piercing sound, and the stone chips flew up like snowflakes.

The old man was taken aback and rushed forward to stop him, "Comrade, you can't do this, stop now, I won't be able to keep my job!"

Shen Jiao stepped forward and grabbed the old man. Without saying a word, she drew out a pile of solidarity, at least a dozen. The old man's cloudy eyes flashed with golden light, greedily staring at the money in Shen Jiao's hand.