Desperate Pretense At Being Poor - Chapter 73

    “Ruan Ruan, there are too many people there, it will be very unsafe.”

    Xie Ai took Wen Ruan’s hand and patiently persuaded: “Let’s go to another place to take a picture, aren’t there some small trees nearby?”

    “I promised to take a lot of pictures for grandpa and grandma today! So I must go under the biggest cherry tree, because the grandpa said that this amusement park is because of that tree Just famous!”

    Wen Ruanyong waved his whole arm, made a big circle, and then puffed out his cheeks and acted like a spoiled child: “Go, go, the old lady is not in good health, she definitely wants to see the best look. The cherry tree.”

    Xie Ai had no choice but to shake her head, and then led Wen Ruan to the most crowded place.

    The crowd was crowded, and I don’t know who hit Xie Ai’s shoulder heavily, knocking off all the bag and camera in his hand.

    She frowned, let go of Wen Ruan’s hand, squatted down and quickly picked up the things.

    However, when she straightened up again and subconsciously grabbed to the side, she realized that Wen Ruan, who was standing beside her, was in the blink of an eye, and she didn’t know where the crowd had squeezed her.

    “Ruan Ruan! Ruan Ruan!”

    In the afternoon, it is the time when the flow of people in the amusement park is the largest.

    Xie Ai shouted hoarsely until she was so hoarse that she couldn’t make a sound, but she always heard Wen Ruan’s response.

    Until night, news came from the police station.

    Said Wen Ruan was found in a trash can to be transported out of the park.

    Fortunately, it was only a blow to the back of the head and he fell into a coma, and there were no other wounds.

    When Xie Ai and Wen Fengchen arrived at the hospital, Wen Ruan had just woken up from a coma.

    She looked very weak. When she saw her parents, she couldn’t hold back her emotions any longer, her cheeks slumped, her eyes filled with tears, and she couldn’t stop crying.

    Parents are of course distressed, and hurriedly hugged their children and coaxed them.

    After about ten minutes, Wen Ruan’s mood improved a little, but she was still out of breath, twitching and burping from time to time.

    Xie Ai coaxed her in a hoarse voice: “Nuan Ruan, get well soon, let’s go home and play with the children you know, okay?”

    Wen Ruan leaned against Xie Ai’s arms, nodded heavily, and her voice still carried the cry of a little milk: “Yeah!”

    I thought about it, and then said, “I want to get well soon, I will be discharged from the hospital soon, and I want to show my grandfather a photo of the cherry tree.”

    But by the time Wen Ruan was discharged from the hospital, the grandfather who taught Tao Xun had already quit his job in the art class.

    The photo was not delivered to him in the end.

    “You mean Mr. Zhang? I have a very deep memory.”

    The aunt of the neighborhood committee looked at Fu Zhihuan and Wen Ruan, and sighed while squatting on the sunflower seeds: “He left ten years ago, and he is also pitiful, his wife left early, and he is alone of.”

    Fu Zhihuan and his family confirmed that the art class that Fu Yuqing attended was indeed the same as Wen Ruan.

    Teacher, it happens to be the same one.

    After many years, this unremarkable case finally reappeared a key coincidence point.

    The old man’s name is Zhang Zhiwei. He was a street performer in his early years, and then he worked in an art troupe for a few years. The salary is not high and he can barely support his family.

    When I got older and couldn’t stay in the art troupe, I went to an art training institution to be a teacher.

    “Hey, this old man has a bad life. He dragged his son to grow up with **** and urine, but that son is also an unfilial thing.”

    When the aunt said this, she stopped eating melon seeds. She looked left and right, then waved to Wen Ruan, and whispered: “His son, he was a child who did not learn. I don’t know how many baskets I have stabbed before, and the police come to arrest people every day. Who knows 20 years ago, I don’t know why, suddenly I have money, I ask him what he does, and he doesn’t say anything. But every time The next time I came back, I was dressed in gold and silver, and there were luxury cars parked downstairs.”

    “But what’s the use of having money, I have a dark heart. At first I came back twice a year to see the old man, but then I just didn’t care. The old man took that little pension in pain, I ate the last meal every day, not to mention how miserable it is.”

    While talking, the aunt patted her thigh angrily: “Ten years ago, Mr. Zhang didn’t know what he was thinking, maybe he felt that he couldn’t live anymore, so he simply He jumped off the balcony and lost his life.”

    Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly and asked, “Excuse me, did the residents in the community feel that there is anything strange or noteworthy about this father and son?”

    Aunt rubbed her chin and thought for a while, then suddenly clapped her palms and approached the two of them: “Really. You know, we old ladies usually like to chat and do some homework. This is just right , The neighbors across the door from Old Man Zhang’s house have a very good relationship with me.”

    “The old lady in the neighbor’s house couldn’t sleep at night, so she always got up and watched TV. Who knew that one night, I heard Mr. Zhang arguing with his son, but he couldn’t hear the details. Now, I heard a few words like ‘the rich man’s child’ and ‘dead man’, which is pretty scary anyway. But since then, Mr. Zhang’s spirit has deteriorated day by day.”

    Wen Ruan took a deep breath: “Then do you know where Mr. Zhang’s son lives?”

    Auntie shook her head: “I don’t know, we don’t know him well.”

    After saying goodbye to the aunt of the neighborhood committee, Fu Zhihuan and Wen Ruan returned to the car and drove to the nearby police station.

    On the car radio, a female voice with a broadcasting accent read the news mechanically: “Recently, 20 years ago, there was a case of child abuse and murder that has not yet caught the real culprit. With the hard work of , finally a breakthrough has been made. A person involved in the case has surrendered…”

     “click”

    Wen Ruan reached out and turned off the radio.

    Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes, but did not turn his head: “Thank you.”

    Wen Ruan shook her head and put on a smile: “It’s okay. And what I said to the lady just now has not been recorded? The police are now paying attention to this case again, it must be very important Mr. Zhang’s son will be found soon, and then as long as the DNA is compared, the truth will be known.”

    “The murderer will be brought to justice.”

    Listening to Wen Ruan’s voice, Fu Zhihuan’s calm eyes finally showed a warm feeling, a little less cold and inhuman.

    He seemed to chuckle, but he didn’t, but his voice was deeply tired: “Well, I believe it will.”

    The radio was turned off, and the car fell into a dead silence again. The only sound was the whirring of the wind blowing on the glass, but it was so noisy that people were disturbed.

    As he got closer to the truth, Fu Zhihuan realized that the emotions he thought he could control well were now vulnerable.

    He still overestimated himself.

    He was completely unable to calmly face any prisoner who had hurt his own family, nor was he able to maintain absolute rationality to listen to those **** testimonies.

    He couldn’t accept that Fu Yuqing died at the hands of such despicable people.

    Finally, at a red street light, Fu Zhihuan pursed his lips, leaned his body back, raised his head and fixedly looked in the direction of the traffic light, no emotion could be seen in his dark pupils, as if empty Nothing.

    A sparrow flapped its wings and landed above the traffic lights, flapping its wings and adjusting its position hopping.

    Fu Zhihuan frowned and looked calm.

    But just like people never know when the calm coast will usher in a sudden tsunami, the next second, only a loud bang—

    The sparrows above the traffic lights seemed to be sensing at the same time and startled suddenly.

    Wen Ruan heard the loud noise, but didn’t say anything, just turned her head calmly and looked at Fu Zhihuan’s direction.

    Just look at him so gently and calmly.

    Fu Zhihuan clenched his hands tightly and trembled, he took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, then retracted his hand to hold the steering wheel, and said in a hoarse voice, “Sorry, I scared you.”

    Wen Ruan laughed, turned her head and looked straight ahead, and after a long time, she said softly, “Fu Zhihuan.”

    “Huh?”

    “Fu Yuqing, has a very good brother.”

    Twenty years ago.

    The wind blew the windows, and the depression and panic before the storm spread spread, making the originally bright house covered with a gloomy atmosphere.

    “No, I can’t do it.”

      Which child is not the treasure of your own parents, you stole their children and let those parents live?”

    Zhang Hongrui was sitting on the sofa, and when he heard this, he smiled like a wrinkle: “So, I am either kidnapping and selling it, or borrowing it. I have heard all about it, you teach me Isn’t there a lot of little girls from rich families in that class? You fool them to go to the Cherry Blossom World, that part is all ours, just take any of them and threaten their parents, cheat some money and then let them go .”

    “No!”

    Zhang Zhiwei blushed and had a thick neck. He patted his chest, picked up a chicken feather blanket and smashed it on Zhang Hongrui. He also picked up the mobile phone on the side: “I’ll call the police! You’re doing these nasty things again!”

    “You call the police! Just let my mother die in that hospital, you will be happy, right?”

    Zhang Hongrui stood up with a sigh, and his voice rose a little higher: “Think about it for yourself, how much does my mother spend in the hospital for a day? You can’t earn that much money from selling your kidneys. It’s not that I’m begging, my mother hasn’t even slept in the hospital bed for a long time! If you have the ability, call the police! Tomorrow our family will all sit and wait to die!”

    This paragraph completely frightened the old man.

    Zhang Zhiwei’s hands trembled, and the phone fell to the ground. He took a few steps back and fell on the sofa. Son hesitated.

    People are always extremely selfish.

    I refuse to admit that I am a bad person, so while doing heinous things, I find compelling reasons to excuse myself.

    If you don’t do this, your wife will die.

    So it was a last resort.

    He said this repeatedly to himself: I just took the risk for my lover to survive.

    But it’s just a common problem with all wicked people.

    Zhang Zhiwei gritted his teeth and agreed to his son’s request, and by the way, in order to demonstrate his “justice”, he warned: “Don’t hurt people’s lives.”

    What a touching and righteous sentence.

    But he is a shameless person, who leaves room for his last excuse to comfort himself that he is a kind person.

    However, after seeing the appalling case on the news, Zhang Zhiwei realized what a terrible decision he had made.

    That night, he and his son had an extremely violent quarrel—

    “Such a child can do it, you bastard! I, I want to call the police!”

     “Come on, if you call the police, you have to be arrested, so I will obey you old man, and now pretend to be a good person, so that the little girl is not your fool! I am a beast, Then what kind of thing are you? Okay, you call the police! We were caught, and my mother can just pull out the respirator!”

    What does the word bad root mean?

    All the branches come from the same root that is deeply embedded in the soil.

    There is essentially no difference between the evil that hangs on the branches and the evil that is desperately hidden in the soil.

    Zhang Zhiwei flinched again.

    It’s that excuse.

    “I’m all for my wife, for my family to survive.”

    Not for myself.

    I am a kind person, I just have to.

    However, in the end, my wife did not stay.

    Before leaving, she opened her eyes wide and squeaked with a dry voice.

    No one understood what she was saying, but Zhang Zhiwei knew that this meant that the fig leaf that had always covered his sins was finally torn apart.

    The son continued to do this disgusting thing under his nose, but he never dared to call the police again.

    In the end, everyone lives for themselves.

    The house is getting colder and colder every day, and his spirit is also being tortured and weakened by repeated nightmares.

    Open your eyes and close your eyes, they are all the children of those days.

    On Zhang Zhiwei’s seventy-third birthday, he gave himself a birthday present.

    Relief.

    Fu Zhihuan received a call.

    “Mr. Fu, after our various investigations, we successfully found Zhang Zhiwei’s son Zhang Hongrui. After comparing the DNA, we confirmed that he was the murderer of your sister. It’s just—”

    “Just what?”

     “Zhang Hongrui was diagnosed with a late-stage brain tumor two months ago and is now in the intensive care unit. The doctor said that there may not be much time left.”

    The author has something to say: On the timeline, Zhang Hongrui was thirty-nine years old when he committed the crime, and Zhang Zhiwei was sixty-three years old.

    Twenty years later, Zhang Hongrui is now almost fifty-nine and sixty.

    Accounting age means that this is almost the last point of my son’s abuse.

    This chapter may be refined.

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Jin; 2 bottles of Zhi; 1 bottle of La La La;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!