Just as these local tyrants were secretly discussing and debating whether the Li family could make a comeback or not, a voice suddenly rang out in the distance.
The news that Anival had killed Li Mingrui and had been caught on the spot exploded like thunder, leaving them dumbfounded. They wondered if they had heard it wrong, or if the murderer happened to have the same name as Anival, but in fact, they were not the same person.
As Anival's uncles, no matter how hard they tried, they could not associate the gentle and courteous Eckel kid in their impression with the murderer who dared to assassinate Li Mingrui.
Therefore, they immediately contacted each other to verify the authenticity of the news. The result left them dumbfounded. It was not the same name, nor was it a rumor. It really was Anival from the Aikel family who killed Li Mingrui.
This made their hearts heavy, but at the same time, they felt an inexplicable excitement and pride. They gathered at Aikel's house, and when they saw that the door was locked, they immediately rushed to Anival's house. Even when they arrived and learned that Anival was dead, they still could not suppress the excitement and excitement in their hearts.
This was the subtle desire of a small fry to be associated with a big event. When they thought about how Li Mingrui, the all-powerful helmsman of the Li family in Wu City, was killed by their eldest nephew, these local gangsters felt their adrenaline rush and their blood circulation speed up. This was enough for them to brag about for the rest of their lives. They gathered in groups of three to five as if they were on steroids, whispering to each other with shining eyes, as if they were the ones who killed Li Mingrui and not Anival.
Therefore, when Ding Ning and Diba arrived at Anival's house and found that most of these people did not feel sad at all, and instead had an inexplicable glow of excitement in their eyes, they were confused. They thought to themselves, Could it be that the news of Anival's death hasn't spread and these people don't know about it?
But the next moment, they saw a small truck pulling a white banner, paper dolls, wreaths, white cloth, and other funeral items parked at the door. These people rushed up to help unload the truck and set up the mourning hall. They knew they had guessed wrong. These people obviously knew that Anival was dead.
He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Someone had died in their family, but these guys didn't feel sad at all. Instead, it was as if they were attending a banquet. Each and every one of them was in high spirits. It was really disrespectful to the deceased.
But these people were either Anival's friends or Anival's father's friends. As an outsider, it was not his place to say anything. He could only glare at them coldly and walk into the room.
"What happened?"
Diba was sometimes very careless, but sometimes very careful. He sensed that Ding Ning's mood was not right and asked softly.
"It's nothing. I'm just disappointed. Not only are these people who came to pay their respects not sad, but they're all in high spirits. It's as if they're here to attend a banquet. It makes me uncomfortable."
Ding Ning took a deep breath and said gloomily.
"Forget it. They're all relatives and friends of the Anival Family. It's good enough that they're here to help. Are you going to force them to cry?"
Diba, on the other hand, was open-minded and said in a helpless tone.
Ding Ning thought about it and agreed. After all, it was not their family who had died. How could they understand the grief of the deceased's family? It was a kind of favor for them to come and help at this time. There was no need to force them to cry.
But even though he said that, he still felt very uncomfortable in his heart. He muttered to himself that it would be fine if these fellows restrained themselves a little later. Otherwise, if they angered him, he would definitely do something to them secretly and make them kneel and cry in front of him.
The familiar room was filled with unfamiliar people. Anival, who had been drinking and chatting with him in this villa the night before, was gone just like that. It made Ding Ning feel an indescribable strong sense of melancholy.
Life was so fragile. Anival's voice and smile were still in front of him, but at this moment, he had become a cold corpse.
Anival's mother was lying on Xilin's bed, staring at the ceiling without any focus. She was empty and numb like a body that had lost its soul. Tears overflowed from her eyes and flowed down her cheeks, wetting the pillow. It made one's heart ache to look at it. It was like a white-haired person sending off a black-haired person.
Xilin's mother and Xilin accompanied her, silently wiping their tears. Their eyes were red and swollen like peaches, making Ding Ning feel a heavy sense of depression. He patted the shoulder of Diba, who was sobbing uncontrollably, to comfort him, then turned and walked out, planning to go out for a smoke and some fresh air.
"Uh!"
But when he turned around, he bumped into Yuan Shanshan, whose eyes were also red and swollen. Seeing her staring at him with a complicated gaze, he grinned apologetically, put on a forced smile, and walked out quickly.
Yuan Shanshan sighed faintly and did not pester Ding Ning. She was originally very jealous of Diba and Xilin. She should be happy that Xilin's husband died.
But when she saw Xilin so sad, she suddenly remembered the friendship when Xilin took care of her when she was hospitalized. No matter what, she could not gloat over her misfortune. Instead, she accompanied Xilin in tears.
Thinking back to the past two days where she was filled with the desire to destroy as if possessed, Yuan Shanshan could not help but feel a lingering fear. She did not know what was wrong with her. Why did she want to destroy Diba so viciously? Xilin was her best sister.
Fortunately, although she had done something wrong, it did not lead to irreparable consequences. The bad things she had done were not exposed, and Diba and Xilin still treated her well as usual.
Yuan Shanshan was very sure that Ding Ning was very clear about what she had done, but he did not expose her. This made her have mixed feelings, and she did not know how to face him.
Seeing Diba hugging Xilin and crying bitterly, Yuan Shanshan's conscience that had not yet been extinguished made her sad, and tears streamed down her face.
Although her days were very hard, at least her family was still alive. But Xilin had become a widow at such a young age. This made her feel that Xilin was much more miserable than she was.
They were best friends and the best of sisters. Now that Xilin was in trouble, they should accompany her through this period of time. This was the duty of best friends.
As for Ding Ning, she put him aside for the time being. She did not want to think about those trivial things. She had thrown herself into his arms twice, but was knocked unconscious each time. This had already made her lose all confidence and confidence. Perhaps, it was not a bad choice to silently watch him and Diba achieve happiness.
Yuan Shanshan's change wasn't without reason. When she woke up, she found herself lying on her own bed, and her mother was sleeping soundly beside her bed. On the bedside table, there was a bowl of soup that was still giving off steam to dispel the hangover.
She, who had been filled with anger and humiliation, suddenly felt a pain in her heart when she saw her mother's mostly white hair. She remembered what Ding Ning had once said to her.
Your mother was the greatest mother in the world. In order to raise you and take care of your father, she sacrificed her reputation. You only saw your father's pain, but who could understand the pain and suffering in her heart?
For many years, she had not looked directly at her mother, who made her feel extremely resentful and humiliated. She did not expect that her mother was already so old. The beautiful appearance of the past no longer existed.
Instead, it was replaced by wrinkled skin and a head full of white hair.
She impulsively stretched out her trembling hand, wanting to touch her mother's white hair. Her mother moved slightly because of her uncomfortable sleeping posture, causing her to withdraw her hand like a frightened deer. She buried her head in the quilt and cried silently.
The white hair touched the softness in the deepest part of her heart. At that moment, she suddenly understood that the reason why she hated her so much all these years actually came from the deepest love in her heart.
As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Without love, there would be no hate. She self-righteously thought that she had blasphemed the great and sacred word "mother", but she had never considered that her mother, who had no skills, could bear the heavy burden of raising a family with her weak body.
Those who did not manage the household did not know the cost of food and fuel. Over the years, she had stubbornly taken on the responsibility of supporting the family on behalf of her mother. Only then did she realize that life was not just for show. It was a kind of responsibility, a heavy and suffocating responsibility.
If she had not always held her breath and wanted to prove to her mother that she did not have to sell her body to make a living, she would have been unable to bear it.
But when she saw her mother's head full of white hair, she suddenly realized that this kind of comparison was unfair to her mother.
She had a high degree, but could only work as a white-collar worker in a small company. She received a salary of just over two thousand a month. She worked overtime day and night, and even with the commission and year-end bonus, she only earned four or five thousand a month on average. This was under the situation that her mother took the heavy burden of taking care of her paralyzed father, so that she had no worries. Her life was so tight.
But what about her mother? What did she have? She had nothing. No education, no skills, no one to rely on, no one to talk to. All the hardships could only be pressed on her frail shoulders.
Not only did she have to take care of her father who was paralyzed in bed, but she also had to raise her and her younger brother, a pair of young children. She had to provide three meals a day for them, pay for them to go to school, and bring them up with hardships.
However, he had never put himself in her shoes and thought for her at all. He only felt resentment and blame, thinking that she had embarrassed him and made him unable to lift his head. From then on, he hated her and even viewed her as an enemy.
All these years, she had never given her a good look. She even thought that the things she touched were dirty, and she had never let her into her room.
If one had not experienced the hardships of life, one would never understand how difficult life was.
On this sunny morning, when Yuan Shanshan saw her mother's head full of white hair, she finally came to her senses and completely understood her mother. The resentment in her heart disappeared and was replaced by a heart full of guilt and self-blame.
When she saw that her mother showed a flattered expression when she saw her smile at her, Yuan Shanshan cried. She hugged her mother and cried bitterly, saying that she was sorry.
Her mother also cried, but it was tears of joy.
Her daughter's indifference to her these years made her feel very uncomfortable in her heart. But she did not expect that her daughter knew that she had done disgraceful things and thought that the pressure of life made her temper become more and more irritable.
She had experienced the most difficult and most dignified life of oppression, so she understood the feeling of oppression with nowhere to vent. So all these years, she had always been careful to act according to her daughter's mood, for fear of making her daughter unhappy.
Now, her daughter was finally willing to smile at her, which made her heart full of relief. She happily wiped her tears, patted her daughter's back with a kind face, and rebuked, "I am your mother, what is there to be sorry for?"
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