Chapter 247 (1/2)
Jiang Jiusheng stopped all notices and went to court temporarily at home.
After breakfast, Jiang Jiusheng left Jin Yu for tea. She had something to say and some concerns: ”Jin Yu, that case,”
he returned quickly: ”I will testify in court.”
This case, where is the key? He knows it clearly.
Jiang Jiusheng didn't persuade him, but told him: ”I have a good chance of winning the case, so don't think about me.” She just stressed, ”just do what you want, it doesn't matter at all.”
She knew that Jin Yu would testify, in large part because of her.
He nodded, thoughtful.
At this time, Wen Shuhua's phone call came, and he began to cry: ”Jin Yu, talk to mom.”
Jiang Jinyu knew what she was going to say: ”there is nothing to talk about.” His eyes drooped and his lashes quivered twice.
Wen Shuhua is crying on the phone.
”Jin Yu, mom, please. Shall we meet?”
He was silent, his brows tightened.
Wen Shuhua sobbed and asked him, ”do you really want your mother?”
After all, she gave birth to him and treated him well.
After a long silence, Jiang Jinyu said, ”where is it?”
He went out alone and didn't let Jiang Jiusheng accompany him. After a short time, Jiang Jiusheng thought more and more and worried: ”Shijin, I'm not sure.”
The place wenshuhua ordered was a dessert shop. Because Jinyu was fond of sweetness, he arrived at the shop 20 minutes later. Wenshuhua had ordered something. When he came, his brow was gloomy.
Maybe she runs for Wen Shihao every day. She seems to be a lot older all of a sudden.
Jiang Jinyu sat opposite to Wen Shuhua. She pushed the untouched dessert in front of him: ”I ordered your favorite dessert. You can taste it first.”
In his autistic years, wenshuhua also treated him well. He liked sweet food. She even set up two dessert stores in Yuncheng.
He picked up the spoon, but did not move the dessert in front of him, and asked her, ”what do you want to say?”
Wen Shuhua's eyes have always been red, because he has just cried and is a little swollen. Looking at the youth in front of him, he said: ”can you not prove your sister? Just be a mother and ask you. ”
Jiang Jinyu did not look into her eyes: ”she broke the law.”
Wen Shuhua choked: ”but she is your sister. Do you really have the heart to let her go to jail?” She stretched out her hand and carefully pulled his fingers. Tears fell down. ”Jiang Jiusheng is not related to you. Jin Yu, you only have two close relatives, my mother and my sister.”
He looked at the hand on the back of his hand. When were there so many wrinkles? He pulled his hand out and half pulled it out. He stopped. He looked up at Wen Shuhua with tears on his face. After a long time, he said, ”you can't bear Wen Shihao to go to jail, and you can't bear to let me ill for eight years.”
How old he was then.
Wen Shuhua covered his mouth and cried out: ”it's mom who is sorry for you. It's mom who is not good. Jin Yu, you blame me for blaming me. But your sister is innocent. She's also a victim. For the sake of mom's love for you for so many years --”
he interrupted: ”it's not love, it's compensation.”
If she really loves him, she won't let him be autistic for eight years.
Wen Shuhua couldn't explain this, but cried and begged: ”Jinyu, mom, please, this time, let your sister go.”
He took back the hand she held: ”eight years ago, I was only eight years old. Why don't you let me go once?” Always empty and quiet eyes, or red, ”I recovered, have you ever been a little happy?”? When you are busy sending me to the island, and you are busy letting the psychiatrist guide me to be autistic for the second time, have you ever hesitated a little? ”
Wen Shuhua, with tears in his eyes, stared at the young man in the opposite direction.
Eight years later, it was the first time she saw his eyes and other emotions.
His eyes were red, and he did not shed a tear. He was stubborn and unwilling to look at his mother: ”you are reluctant to warm poetry, because she is your flesh and blood, am I not?”? Can I just do whatever I want? Does it matter that I've been autistic all my life? ” He lowered his head and whispered, ”I'm your child, too. Have you forgotten?”
Wen Shuhua was speechless and could not explain a word. He sobbed and apologized all the time: ”I'm sorry, I'm sorry...”
He didn't want to see her cry.
He got up: ”I won't come out to see you until the case is decided.”
He didn't take a bite of that dessert.
Turning around, Wen Shuhua grabbed his hand and cried, ”Jin Yu, Jin Yu.”
The boy with his head down turned around and shouted, ”Mom,”
she cried even more after listening.
Her son, who is so tall, doesn't know
The young man lowered his head and could see the white hair in the warm and colorful hair room. He shouted again, ”Mom,” after a long pause, he asked, ”are you really my mom?”Then he took back his hand and turned away.
Wen Shuhua stood up and chased him and shouted, ”Jin Yu, Jin Yu!”
She still didn't catch up.
Jiang Jinyu stood in front of the dessert shop for a long time. The sun was so strong that he couldn't open his eyes. He looked back and went. When he got to the side of the road, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Jiusheng.
”Sister,” she whispered
Jiang Jiusheng asked him urgently, ”Jinyu, did she embarrass you?”
”No.”
After all, he still has the blood of Wen's family, and Wen Shuhua is his own mother and the one who raised him. Red light, he stopped at the side of the road, squatted down, eyes a little red: ”sister, I don't go to testify really OK?”
He hesitated. When he saw wenshuhua crying, he hesitated. Maybe he was ill all the time. He couldn't remember a lot of things in eight years. But when wenshuhua treated him well, he remembered.
She always buys sweets for him, because he has to eat many bitter medicines, so he likes to eat sweet.
On his birthday, she gives him a computer because he likes it.
When Wen Shihao scolds him, she will help him back and beat her.
No matter where she goes, she will hold him, because he is a patient and will lose.
Maybe it's a debt, so try to make up for it, but in the end she hurt him.
”Of course,” said Jiang Jiusheng She said, ”Jin Yu, they are your close relatives.”
Yes, a close relative.
He squatted on the side of the road, looked back, not far away, in front of the glass window of the dessert shop, where her mother sat, out of her wits.
After sitting for a long time, Wen Shuhua's mobile phone rang.
”Madame.” The man's voice said, ”man has come.”
Wen Shuhua almost immediately looked up to the window of the glass. The young man was standing at the intersection of traffic lights. He was tall and thin. He had a straight back and always lowered his head. He always put his hand in front of him. Instinctively, he protected himself because there was no sense of security.