Extreme Pampering After Marriage

  Chapter 731 No branches to rely on

  It was not his original wish to be born in a family like Xie's family, which fights openly and secretly.

  If Qu Huaian hadn't come to take revenge on him, perhaps he would never have remembered that a person he had never met lost his precious life because of him.

   Qu Huai'an's eyebrows drooped slightly, "You said that you want to get yourself out of my brother's death, and you want to say that you have no responsibility?"

   "I am responsible for his death. It happened because of me, but the choice is his own."

Xie Tingxi looked at this issue from an extremely calm perspective, "He was also an adult at that time, and he had thought about the outcome for himself. Have you ever thought about it, if that accident was real, if I really died ...then you still hate me?"

   There is no point in hating a dead person while he is alive, turning her grief for the loss of her brother into a hatred that drives all her actions.

   Qu Huaian bit her lips and remained silent, because what he said hit her heart precisely.

  It’s just that human emotions are a very complicated existence. Even if one knows rationally that it’s not entirely Xie Tingxi’s fault, one cannot rationally stop blaming him.

   Xie Tingxi did not continue this topic, she is a smart girl, she doesn't need to be too straightforward, she will figure it out by herself.

   "I asked someone to buy a piece of land in the cemetery. Next Wednesday is a good day. Then move your brother's ashes there for burial and let him rest in peace?"

   Qu Huai'an glanced at him with complicated eyes, and a hint of aloofness in his voice, "Even so, I won't thank you."

   "This is what I should have done a long time ago. You don't need to thank me." Xie Tingxi pulled his lower lip, "You don't have to run so far if you want to see him in the future."

   Qu Huai'an looked sideways at the dilapidated urn, her eyes were astringent. She didn't want Xie Tingxi's charity, but she chose the latter for being aloof and letting her brother rest in peace.

  Reality will always teach people to bow their heads.

   "It's not very safe here. Mumu hasn't come back for a long time, so I'll go look for him." She found a reason to go out, trying to avoid him and sort out her emotions.

   Xie Tingxi didn't stop her, and watched her back leave before returning to the urn.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, and placed it next to the urn. Looking at the flickering sparks, the white mist swirled around, and his thin lips pulled lightly, "I'm sorry, the first meeting is in this form, the official introduction For a moment, I am Qu Huai'an's husband, your brother-in-law—Xie Tingxi."

  A spider the size of a thumb was hung on the spider silk hanging in the midair. With the cold wind blowing in, it was floating in the air, as if it was about to fall on the urn at any time.

   Xie Tingxi reached out to catch the spider, bent down and placed it on the ground. After the spider landed, it quickly crawled away.

  He clapped his hands lightly, looked up at the words Qu Huainan, his voice was low, as if making a promise.

   "I don't want to make excuses for what happened before, but I can assure you that I will take good care of her in the future, and I will do better than you. In the future, she will no longer have no branches to rely on."

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  Qu Huai'an came out and let the cold wind blow on her face for a while, and her mood gradually calmed down, so she went to find Mumu.

  After looking around, she didn't see Mumu's figure. When she was worried, she saw little monks and Xie Yumu sitting next to each other under the towering old tree in the backyard.

   One person was holding a frozen persimmon and eating it with gusto.

  The little novice said while showing off: "I told you that the frozen persimmons in our monastery are the best, but you still don't believe me."

   "Believe it! I will believe everything you say in the future, and you can give me another one." Xie Yumu doesn't seem to know what backbone is.

  The little monk said with a straight face: "That's not good, the master said that you can only eat one a day, and you will have a stomachache if you eat too much."

   "I didn't eat it for myself, I wanted to give it to Sister Qu." Xie Yumu explained.

   Before the little novice could speak, Qu Huaian softly said, "Mumu..."

  Xie Yumu turned his head and saw Qu Huaian who was walking over, and bumped the little monk's arm, "She is Sister Qu."

  The little monk frowned when he saw her, and asked strangely, "Isn't she your mother?"

   "Yes, not really." Xie Yumu scratched the back of his head, "A stepmother is also a half-mother."

  Little novice monk has been in the temple since he was born, and has never left the mountain. The only people he comes into contact with on a daily basis are his master and senior brothers, and he has no idea what a stepmother is.

   "Mumu, it's time for us to go back." Qu Huaian walked over and wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue.

   Xie Yumu said "Oh", followed her to stand up, and looked back at the little novice monk, "I'm going home, I'll come to play with you later! Give me frozen persimmons to eat again."

  The little monk nodded heavily, "Okay."

  Xie Yumu left with Qu Huaian, the little novice turned to leave when he saw the senior brother who came back from shopping, and ran over to help him carry things together.

   "Brother, what is a stepmother?"

  Brother: "Uh..."

   "Brother, his stepmother looks good, I want one too, can you buy one for me?"

  Brother: "Uh..."

   "Brother..."

  This time before he finished speaking, the senior brother smiled slightly, "Junior brother, you are quite free today, go and read the Diamond Sutra ten times."

  Little novice monk: "..."

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   Qu Huainan needed a photo for his burial. Qu Huaian didn’t have too many photos of him, but his brother had a photo album, and there were many photos of him in the photo album.

  Qu Huaian sent Xie Yumu to the kindergarten and went to the house rented by his parents.

  At this point in time, Dad always takes Mom for a walk, and buys some groceries by the way, and there is no one at home.

  She opened the door directly, looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar place, lost her mind slightly, hesitated for a moment, walked to the door of a room, and slowly pushed it open.

  The room faces south, with good lighting, and it is spotlessly cleaned. There are all the things my brother had before he left the country.

  As big as a desk and chair, as small as a poster on the wall, even the paper that my brother brought to practice handwriting was placed on the table intact, and I was not willing to throw it away.

   Qu Huai'an's heart was stabbed, and he tried not to let himself be dragged by the memories. He walked to the bookshelf and found the photo album among the neatly arranged books.

  The photo album was from many years ago, and there are many damaged places on the outside. When she opened the photo album, she saw a photo of her and her brother.

  It was when my brother graduated from high school, and I went to celebrate him by myself. His classmates took pictures for them, and it was the only photo they had together.

   It's just that only my brother is left in the photo at this moment, and my face has been painted out with a black pen.

   You don't need to think about it to know what's going on. For them, they are an unlucky and unlucky existence.

  She was heartbroken, and even the hand that pulled out the photo was trembling.

  For a while, I didn’t know whether it was because the only photo with my brother was destroyed, or because of the indifference and disgust of my parents.

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See you tomorrow.

  (end of this chapter)