Quickly Pierce the Peace of Mind To Be a Passerby

When Mrs. Yan woke up leisurely, the hospital ward was already crowded with the Yan family, the Yan family's eldest brother, the second brother, the younger sister, and Yan Jiayuan, and embroidered screens were all there.

During the period when Mrs. Yan was in a coma, the family members of Yan rushed to receive Yan Jiayuan’s notice, and Yan Jiayuan called out the surveillance at the entrance of the hospital during this time.

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

Surveillance at the entrance of the hospital showed that Liu Weiwei suddenly ran to the entrance of the hospital, and then looked around in a panic, seeing the old lady Yan walking straight towards the old lady Yan, while still paying attention to the surrounding vehicles with a nervous expression. , She knew what would happen after the solution, until a van suddenly rushed out, Liu Wei was the only one to push the old lady Yan away, and when she was hit by a car, all of these performances revealed something unusual. Breath.

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

Yan Ruan said softly: "It seems like... Weiwei knows that my mother is about to have a car accident?"

Yan Morun said, "Weiwei should be at home, how did she come."

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

"Dad, let me deal with the driver who caused the accident. When grandma wakes up, please comfort and comfort grandma."

The driver in the accident has been brought under police control. The cause of the accident was that the van driver drank and drove. After investigation, everything was reasonable. The incident was indeed an accident.

Yan Jiayuan found the police and transferred to the whole road to monitor. He was 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. Later, Yan Jiayuan confirmed that his guess was verified, and Liu Weiwei determined that Mrs. Yan would have a car accident, but how she knew it was always a question.

A policeman found Yan Jiayuan: "The driver's family member wants to see you."

Yan Jiayuan held his mobile phone, raised his head, and looked at the policeman who was sending the message with a cold voice, "The Yan family does not accept any mediation."

Let's just say, turning away coldly, Yan Jiayuan truthfully told his father the results of the investigation.

Yan Moze looked a little weird after reading the information. Looking at the old lady Yan who had woken up and the second brother and younger sister of the Yan family who were comforting old lady Yan, Yan Moze said solemnly: "Mom, do you remember What did the master say two years ago?"

Everyone in the ward was taken aback, and the old lady Yan said, "Didn't you lie to me by your partnership?"

"Mom, it's true, take a look!" Yan Moze handed the phone to Mrs. Yan, which contained all the information that Yan Jiayuan had 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 disaster should be over." Yan Moze frowned and sighed randomly. Tone, although it was the child's life that was sacrificed.

Old Mrs. Yan flipped through the information on the phone, looked at the monitor that was brought 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 off. Come here..."

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

How could Mrs. Yan not know that there are too many unreasonable information in these materials, she is just very guilty that the child is still so young, and a lively life disappeared just to save herself.

At the same time, Yan Morun received a call. After listening to the call, Yan Morun's expression became even more weird for a while. She put down the phone, and Yan Morun stopped talking, "Mom, the master found it. ...But the master refused to come, leaving only one sentence, everything has its own definite number, and you will live a long life in the future."

After hearing this, Mrs. Yan was stunned, as if the five years she had adopted Liu Weiwei had become a joke, and she had been desperately teaching Liu Weiwei over the past five years. In the end, the disciple she had tried 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 dead, the living are like this, the living people still have to live well. After being discharged from the hospital, the old lady Yan and Xiu Ping sorted out Liu Weiwei's relics. Seeing the red Hanfu on the bed, the old lady Yan was taken aback and stretched out her hands. Unfolding the Hanfu, the skirt is fluttering, and the petals of the begonia embroidered on it seem to be falling, so beautiful, the old lady Yan murmured: "It turns out that it has been made, but unfortunately I haven't seen what the child looks like in it. ."

Seeing Mrs. Yan's appearance, Xiu Ping said worriedly: "Old lady..."

"I'm okay." The old lady Yan said calmly, fold the Hanfu and put it on the bed. Pieces of embroidery were placed on the bed. These were all embroidered by Liu Weiwei in the past five years.

After finishing Liu Weiwei's relics, Mrs. Yan said to Embroidery: "Leave this house for Weiwei."

"Yes."

Xiu Ping watched the old lady Yan walk away alone with heavy steps, and turned back into Liu Weiwei's room. Liu Weiwei's relics were few and pitiful, and she changed clothes, most of which were Liu Weiwei's embroidered embroidery. Embroidery put these things in a big box one by one, planning to put them away in a while, "Good boy, why did you go so suddenly?"

"Perhaps not suddenly."

"Young Master Jiayuan". Embroidery looked at the visitor.

"Auntie Ping." With a deep voice, it was Yan Jiayuan who came.

"What did the young master just say?" Xiu Ping asked.

"Nothing, these are?" Yan Jiayuan said lightly, looking at the embroidery on the bed.

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

Yan Jiayuan glanced at the pile of things, and the crystal issuing card he had once sent was also there. The card issuing package was intact, as if it had never been opened by the owner.

Don't you like it?

Suddenly, Yan Jiayuan paused, and took a veil from the embroidered screen. It was a hand embroidered on the veil.

"Young Master?" Xiu Ping looked at Yan Jiayuan's movements suspiciously.

"I asked Weiwei to embroider this. I didn't expect Weiwei to embroider it. Maybe I haven't come to give it to me yet." Yan Jiayuan explained, with a little regret in his tone, and folded the handkerchief into his pocket with natural movements. , As if things should have been like this.

Embroidery screen did not doubt, and then packed up the remaining embroidery.

Yan Jiayuan turned and left.

Yan Jiayuan recalled the first time she saw Liu Weiwei, she stood by her grandmother obediently, very obedient, calling someone with herself, would be embarrassed because of the address, and every time she would be a little behind herself in calling someone.

Her hands are very beautiful. Because of this, I have paid more attention to her, but found some interesting things. Except for her grandma and Xiuping, she seems to avoid contact with everyone in the Yan family because she feels inferior because she is under the fence. ? No, it's a spectator mentality that drifts away from the crowd.

I was so curious about her, but before I paid too much attention, there was no chance.

Yan Jiayuan took out the handkerchief from his pocket and looked at the embroidered pattern on it, with a gentle voice: "It's a pity."