non-contractual relationship

Chapter 57

The woman didn't move a step, just when Ankang was blushing and holding the infusion pole with a thick neck, the little girl who heard the noise ran in again calling "Mom", and the woman who hadn't made any movement hastily grabbed the little girl into his arms.

The little girl who didn't know what happened looked at the scattered papers from the gap in her arms, as if she had returned to the days of being chased for debts, shivering in her mother's arms, but did not leave.

Looking at the mother and daughter embracing tightly, Ankang, who thought of his mother, let go of the infusion pole.

He closed his eyes, and finally asked that sentence: "What do you want?"

The woman holding the girl was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Forgive the book, forgive the book!"

"Is the forgiveness letter useful? According to common sense, my mother's case is criminal responsibility, and it is a public prosecution case. What are you going to use this thing for? If you lie, I can't write a single word." .” Ankang wanted to know the answer.

The woman hugged the child, avoiding Ankang's sharp eyes: "He told me that the most troublesome thing for him now is your mother's case. As long as Fang Hui's son can be found, it is, it is you. As long as you can get your Forgive me, and he can fight for probation. During the probation period, he has the means to pay off those debts for me... Son, I’m really sorry, I can’t help it. Beibei hasn’t gone to school for several months. See you If there is another way to make trouble at home, I will not come to beg you."

"One last question. Why are you owed money?"

The woman let go of her daughter's hand, covered her daughter's ears, and burst into tears: "Xiao Bei suffered from a serious illness the year before last and didn't have enough money. I went to him and he said he didn't have money either. Then I found a loan shark. I took the commission of the matchmaker myself."

Retrieving the appearance of those tarsal maggots from his memory, thinking that he still owed Zheng Feihe and An Lan, Ankang heard his soft and fluttering voice, as if he was still in the world: "...I promise you."

The woman looked up at Ankang in surprise.

"Don't trust him again."

The woman nodded vigorously.

"Then let's talk about compensation. Since he said he would satisfy me as much as possible, how much did he say he can compensate?"

The woman wiped away the frightened tears on her face, and said: "He can pay back what he said, he is rich! Rich!"

"Really, then I dare to ask for [-] million, does he dare to give it?" The veins on Ankang's forehead and neck popped out one by one.

The woman paused while wiping her tears: "He also said..."

"What else?"

"Say, you can't ask for too high a price." The woman lowered her head and looked at the ignorant little girl in her arms: "I told you that if you open your mouth like a lion, I will tell you that these are clearly stipulated in the law."

"Oh?"

"He said that according to the law, there are only a few types in total: medical expenses, lost wages, nursing expenses, death compensation, consolation, etc. Add up...the sum will not exceed 40."

Ankang thought it was ridiculous, but he wasn't laughing at the woman.

He laughs at the world.

On weekdays, people always say that "life is priceless" and "life is priceless", but in the end, the legal provisions clearly tell you "we are paying for life with a clearly marked price", so that people can't say a word.

Ask him to blame all of this, and he can't do anything.Morally speaking, this is also for the fairness of the group.

But when he was in it, he just felt that this number was ridiculous.

Whether it's 40 or 400 million, they can't get back what he wants.

What is the meaning of a number?

The woman couldn't bear to finish the sentence, but it was about her daughter, so she gritted her teeth and said the last sentence: "He also said that if you agree to write a letter of forgiveness, he can give you an extra 20 yuan!"

Ankang looked at the ceiling, heaved a sigh of relief, and sighed, "What... are you marrying?"

The woman hugged her daughter and didn't speak, but the little girl said half-knowingly: "Brother, I want Dad."

The woman hastily covered her daughter's mouth.

Ankang was thinking "Where can I find my father?" and looking down at the little girl, he suddenly remembered the little girl's little hand wiping his face, and smiled: "I will sign the forgiveness letter, and the law I want to pay for the compensation, and I won’t take any of the rest. If he wants to give it, he can donate it.”

The woman looked up in surprise, as if seeing the dawn, and said hurriedly: "Thank you! Thank you! I will ask him to send the money as soon as possible, and I will definitely get the donation for you. Thank you! My child, thank you very much!" He stumbled and ran out with the child in his arms.

Ankang watched as the mother who hugged the girl tightly ran out and lay back on the bed.The grievance in my heart seemed to open the gate, and the uncontrollable tears flowed out drop by drop.

......

Watching the woman who thanked everyone leave with her child, An Lan arranged for Biaozi to follow and watch, and opened the door of the ward.Ankang was staring blankly at the ceiling.He just got closer, and Ankang wiped his tears in a hurry when he noticed someone coming in.

An Lan hesitated for three seconds, pretended nothing happened, walked over as usual, sat on the side, and suddenly played back the conversation with Zheng Feihe in the office a long time ago in her mind.

"I don't think he's normal. He hasn't cried for a long time. Is this normal?" Zheng Fei and Diao Erlang peeled the oranges: "It's definitely not normal. This is called boyfriend perception."

He remembered that he scolded Zheng Feihe at that time: "A man does not shed tears lightly, whoever is like you has been a coward since childhood."

Zheng Feihe was still pouted at the time, and continued: "It's just that I haven't reached the point of being sad. If you don't believe me, I don't think it's normal anyway...I have to let him vent it." After finishing speaking, Zheng Feihe stuffed the orange to him , clapped his hands, and left with his bag.

Later he asked Zheng Feihe, was he successful?

Zheng Feihe said that Ankang's lacrimal glands seemed to be malfunctioning, his eyes were very red and dry, and he couldn't see a single tear.

This is not a malfunction, it is all swallowed into my stomach.

"..." When he came back to his senses, the blue veins on Ankang's neck, which had been completely calmed down due to excessive emotion, also dormant back.

He sat on the edge of the bed and didn't say much.

Ankang, who had calmed down, sniffed and turned back into the person he knew: "I'm sorry, Mr. An."

An Lan didn't care about Ankang's fake tricks, and patted Ankang's quilt, as if she was treating Mi Mi, as if she saw herself more than ten years ago: "Is it better?"

Ankang lay on the head of the bed, his eyes were already a little swollen, and the corners of his mouth were raised: "It's quite relaxing."

An Lan smiled, withdrew her hand, and tucked him in the blanket: "Where's the wound, does it hurt?"

Ankang recalled it a bit, showing a little shame: "I'm not Mi Mi, Mr. An, you don't need to talk to me in this tone."

An Lan propped her chin and leaned against the bed, not paying attention to these words: "Ankang."

"En?" Ankang responded.

"Crying and falling are not shameful things." An Lan's voice was very soft, and her eyes were far away, so far away that Ankang felt unpredictable: "Similarly, it is not wrong to temporarily lose your mind because of being hurt." .”

"If I were you, I would never let him go. A person who hurt my most important family members did not repent or make amends. Instead, he tried his best to find me when the damage was irreparable forever. Barely begging for my forgiveness in exchange for a reduced sentence...I must not be as calm as you. Even if I do nothing but shake the tree, I will definitely bite off his flesh." An Lan turned her focused eyes Moved back to Ankang, "You may not realize it yourself, but you and Fei He are actually very similar. No matter how hard you say it, when it's your turn to do it, you always have to think about others. I'm not saying it's wrong, It’s very considerate to be considerate of others. But don’t put yourself too low. If you are too low, life will be difficult.”

Ankang didn't answer.

"You are already stronger than many people at the age of 20. Cry if you want to, there is no need to hide it."

Ankang pursed his lips and smiled: "No need, can't you cry again and become a giant baby?"

"... Tsk." Seeing Ankang recovering, An Lan leaned back in the chair and sat upright, jokingly said, "Your words are very similar to Feihe's tone, I'm afraid he might have led you into trouble."

Mentioning Zheng Feihe, Ankang smiled: "Is... is he better?"

An Lan shook her head: "The physical condition is stable, but she doesn't want to talk to anyone. It's useless for anyone to go, and I don't know when it will be the end."

When Ankang heard that "the situation is stable", he felt a lot more at ease. Taking advantage of the good atmosphere with Anlan, he thought of another question: "Mr. An, may I take the liberty to ask you a question?"

"speak."

"May I know why you treated me differently in the first place?"

"..." An Lan, who was asked to laugh, paused for two seconds: "This question is really presumptuous, it sounds like you are praising yourself."

Ankang touched his nose, not knowing where he got so much courage, he didn't back off, and said, "I've been idle here for the past two days and can't move. I've thought about a lot of problems, some of them figured out, some of them couldn't. This That's a question I really want to know."

An Lan fumbled in her pocket for a long time, but found nothing. She tilted her head as if giving up, and explained, "When I was 20, my name was also Ankang."

"At that time, I did a lot of stupid things, and then I met Bai Yuehua." When An Lan mentioned the word Bai Yuehua, the expression on his face suddenly became richer.

"As soon as I saw you, I felt familiar. At the beginning, I kept you in Yuehua to see if you were in a similar situation, you wouldn't go the same way as me. I just wanted to find an answer in you. One, the answer I have been looking for for more than ten years."

"So, I have to admit that the purpose of keeping you in Yuehua was indeed to watch a play at first." An Lan glanced at Ankang who still didn't understand, "But it's not like that later."

"From the time Feihe restrained himself while mentioning you, I knew that I made a mistake."

"No one can be replaced by another. I look for the answer from you, and I can only find the answer between you and Feihe. It has nothing to do with the 'Ankang' many years ago."

"So, do you think you can understand?"

Ankang pursed his lips, and thought carefully for three seconds: "It's too obscure, and I still don't understand it. But it sounds like it shouldn't be a good thing for you to keep me here in the first place."

An Lan shrugged nonchalantly.As far as this point is concerned, he does not deny it, and it can be regarded as the result of mutual accommodation between him and Bai Yuehua.

Ankang continued: "But thank you very much for taking me in."

Thinking of the woman who left just now, An Lan, who knew the inside story, rolled her eyes: "Do you have any plans?"

Ankang lowered his eyes and smiled: "I have thought a lot these two days, but there are some things I want to..."

"Understood." An Lan clicked the card and responded: "In two days, wait for him and you to get better. You two meet and talk." At least until Zheng Fei calmed down and was willing to communicate with others.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Looking at Ankang's smile, An Lan always felt that it was not a good thing.It was a kind of relieved expression.