Quickly Pierce the Peace of Mind To Be a Passerby

When the old lady Yan woke up leisurely, the ward of the hospital was already full of the Yan family, the elder brother, the second elder brother, the younger sister, and the Yan family Yuan, Xiuping were all there.

When Mrs. Yan was in a coma, Yan's family members rushed over upon receiving the notification from Yan Jiayuan, and Yan Jiayuan called out the surveillance at the hospital gate during this period.

He has always had a question, Liu Weiwei should stay at home, why did she suddenly appear here?

The surveillance at the entrance of the hospital showed that Liu Weiwei ran to the entrance of the hospital suddenly, then looked around in a panic, and walked straight to the old lady Yan after seeing Mrs. Yan, while still paying attention to the surrounding vehicles with a tense expression. , she knew what was going to happen when she untied it, until a van rushed out suddenly, Liu Wei only pushed the old lady Yan away, and after she was hit by the car, all of these performances revealed an unusual breath.

"Dad, second uncle, sister-in-law, look at it." Yan Jiayuan showed the monitoring on his mobile phone to the Yan family brothers and sisters, and the Yan family brothers and sisters also found something abnormal.

Yan Ruan softly said: "It seems... Wei Wei knows that Mom is going to have a car accident?"

Yan Morun said: "Wei Wei should be at home, how did she get here?"

"I'll call and ask Aunt Ping." Yan Jiayuan put down the phone, with a serious expression on his face: "Aunt Ping said that Wei Wei was staying in the room, but suddenly ran out."

"Dad, let me deal with the driver who caused the accident. When grandma wakes up, you can comfort grandma well."

The driver who caused the accident has been controlled by the police. The cause of the accident was that the driver of the van was drinking and driving. After investigation, everything is reasonable. This incident is indeed an accident.

Yan Jiayuan found the police and transferred to the monitoring of the whole road. He was very curious about how Liu Weiwei came to the hospital from home, until the police found the driver who kindly sent Liu Weiwei to the hospital, and listened to the description of the kind driver Finally, Yan Jiayuan was sure that his guess had been verified, and Liu Weiwei was sure that Mrs. Yan would have a car accident, but how she knew it was always a question.

A policeman approached Yan Jiayuan: "The family of the driver who caused the accident wants to see you."

Holding the mobile phone, Yan Jiayuan raised his head, looked at the policeman who sent the message with a serious face, and said in a cold voice, "The Yan family does not accept any mediation."

Say it, turn around and leave coldly, Yan Jiayuan truthfully told his father the results of the investigation.

After Yan Moze read those materials, his expression was a little weird. Looking at the old lady Yan who had woken up and the second brother and younger sister of the Yan family who were comforting the old lady, Yan Moze said in a low voice: "Mom, do you still remember What the master said two years ago?"

Everyone in the ward was taken aback, and the old lady Yan said: "Isn't that what your partner lied to me?"

"Mom, it's true, take a look!" Yan Moze handed the phone to the old lady Yan, which contained all the information that Yan Jiayuan checked.

"If it's not true, all of Weiwei's actions can't be explained. Maybe Weiwei is indeed your noble person. She saved you. Your calamity should be over." Yan Moze frowned and sighed randomly. tone, although it was the child's life that was paid.

The old lady Yan flipped through the information on her mobile phone, looked at the surveillance camera that was tuned up, and listened to the recording of the kind driver: "The girl hurriedly said that her teacher was in the hospital. I thought she was pitiful and sent her to the hospital. Come here..."

Xiuping also heard the recording, and said with a strange expression: "Madam, I haven't had time to tell Weiwei that you are going to the hospital. How did Weiwei know that you are in the hospital?"

How could the old lady Yan not know that there were too many unreasonable things in these materials, she was just very guilty, the child was still so young, a fresh life disappeared only to save herself.

At the same time, Yan Morun received a call, and after listening to the call, Yan Morun's expression became even weirder for a while, and when he put down the phone, Yan Morun hesitated to say: "Mom, Master found it, ...But the master refused to come, leaving only one sentence, everything has its own destiny, and you will live a long life in the future."

After hearing this, the old lady Yan was stunned, as if the past five years of adopting Liu Weiwei had become a joke. During the past five years, she worked hard to teach Liu Weiwei. In the end, the student she worked so hard to teach died, but she was still alive. She felt that she had stolen Weiwei's life, and she couldn't accept it for a while.

The dead are gone, the living are like this, and the living still have to live well. After being discharged from the hospital, Mrs. Yan and Xiuping sorted out Liu Weiwei's belongings. Seeing the red Hanfu on the bed, Mrs. Yan froze for a moment, stretched out her hand Unfolding the Hanfu, the skirt was fluttering, and the embroidered begonia petals seemed to be falling down. It was very beautiful, and the old lady Yan murmured: "It has already been made, but unfortunately I didn't see what the child looked like in it." .”

Seeing the appearance of the old lady Yan, Xiuping worried: "Old lady..."

"I'm fine." The old lady Yan said calmly. She folded the Hanfu and put it on the bed. The embroidery pieces were put on the bed one by one. These were all embroidered by Liu Weiwei in the past five years.

After tidying up Liu Weiwei's belongings, the old lady Yan said to Xiuping: "Let's keep this house for Weiwei."

"yes."

Xiuping watched the old lady Yan walk away with heavy steps, turned around and entered Liu Weiwei's room. Liu Weiwei's belongings were pitifully small, and she had a few changes of clothes, most of which were embroidered by Liu Weiwei. Xiuping put these things in a big box one by one, planning to put them away in a while, "Good boy, why did you leave so suddenly."

"Maybe not suddenly."

"Master Jiayuan". Xiuping looked at the person coming.

"Aunt Ping." With a low voice, it was Yan Jiayuan who came.

"What did the young master just say?" Xiuping asked.

"It's nothing, what are these?" Yan Jiayuan said in a calm tone, looking at the embroidery on the bed.

"These are Weiwei's relics. The old lady and I sorted them out. I plan to pack them up." Xiuping said.

Yan Jiayuan glanced at the pile of things, the crystal hairpin he had given was also there, the hairpin package was intact, as if it had never been opened by the owner.

Don't you like it?

Suddenly, Yan Jiayuan's gaze paused, and he took a handkerchief from Xiuping's hand, on which was embroidered a hand.

"Master?" Xiuping looked at Yan Jiayuan's movements suspiciously.

"I asked Weiwei to embroider this. I didn't expect that Weiwei had already embroidered it. Maybe I haven't come to give it to me yet." Yan Jiayuan explained, with a bit of regret in his tone, he folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket, acting naturally , as if that was the way it should be.

Xiuping had no doubts, and then packed up the remaining embroidery.

Yan Jiayuan turned around and left.

Yan Jiayuan recalled that when he met Liu Weiwei for the first time, she stood obediently beside her grandma. She was very obedient, and she would be embarrassed by the address when she called people together with herself, and every time after that, she would be a little behind her in calling people.

Her hands are beautiful, and because of this, I paid more attention to her, but found some interesting things. Except for grandma and Xiuping, she seems to be avoiding contact with everyone in Yan's family, because she feels inferior because of being dependent on others. ? No, it is better to say that it is a spectator mentality that is free from the crowd.

I had a little curiosity about her, but before I paid too much attention, I had no chance.

Yan Jiayuan took out a handkerchief from his pocket, looked at the patterns embroidered on it, and said softly, "It's a pity."