Chapter 14 My name is...

After having dinner with my grandparents, my grandmother was a little reluctant to speak and said: Lailai, your father called recently...

Jiang Lai stood up, Grandpa and grandma, I've finished eating.

Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang winked and told her not to say anything else. Mrs. Jiang could only sigh.

After dinner, Jiang Lai took a car to the cemetery to visit her mother. She was only in her forties when she died. The photos on the tombstone looked very young. During her lifetime, everyone said that she loved to laugh, and only when she loved to laugh seemed young, but no one expected that such a laughing person would commit suicide in the end.

Jiang Lai stood there quietly in front of the tomb when his mother had just passed away. She always had a lot to say in the years when her mother died, but it disappeared later. She had accepted the fact that she would not respond to her mother.

When Jiang Lai left the cemetery, she met someone. She walked by indifferently but was pulled by him. Lai Lai, do you want to never recognize your father for the rest of your life?

Jiang Lai was silent, Yu Zhong sighed and asked: Can you talk to dad?

Jiang Lai saw a woman sitting in Yu Zhong’s car not far away. She pinched her fingers and said: No.

He shook Yu Zhong's hand and continued to walk forward, but Yu Zhong chased after him. Lailai, Dad is about to immigrate. Do you want to go abroad with me? Don't you like math? Dad has a good relationship with a professor in the mathematics department of an Ivy League university abroad. If you are willing...

I don't want to.Jiang Lai's tone was as cold as ice and had thorns. I hope you and your lover can live freely and freely for the rest of their lives when they are abroad without guilt. I wish you a bath in love forever.

Also, I will never change my mind, so don't bother my grandparents. Do you want to keep reminding them of the incident that you killed their daughter?

Lailai, dad...I'm sorry for you.

Jiang Lai didn't want to listen anymore and turned around and left.

After I got home, I only saw my grandmother. At this time, my grandfather should have gone to the senior citizen university to attend classes.

Old Mrs. Jiang was reading a book, but when she heard the movement, she looked up and saw Jiang Lai walking in with tears. She quickly got up and hugged her, Lai Lai, not crying.

Grandma, I miss mom.

Old Mrs. Jiang just hugged her, Jiang Lai closed her eyes and said: I hate him.

Of course, Old Mrs. Jiang knew who Jiang Lai was talking about, but she wanted to persuade her but didn't know where to start. Lai Lai has been taciturn but stubborn since she was a child. No matter how others persuaded her, she resolutely changed her surname and daughter's surname, as if she wanted to cut off the father-daughter relationship with the man. She couldn't persuade her. After all, she would hate her daughter who died like that.

Grandma, before my mother died, she saw me sitting in a cafe chatting with that woman. You said... Does my mother's death also have something to do with me?

Why do you think so!Don't think so!Old Mrs. Jiang was shocked. What she feared the most was that her well-behaved granddaughter fell into paranoia.

Jiang Lai couldn't help thinking this way. Her mother's depression was already very serious. Her father cheated again. She met the woman many times and warned her but was misunderstood by her mother. Are these factors that contributed to her mother's final tragedy?

If she hadn't just remembered the betrayal of her father, but cared about her mother's emotions at that time, would the end be different?

So she couldn't forgive her father and herself.

Not wanting to make my grandmother too worried, Jiang Lai returned to the room and lying on the bed and gradually calmed down. She turned back to Jiang Lai who was neither sad nor happy and cared about anything.

Zhou Yuhan found that Jiang Lai's attitude towards him on WeChat was getting less and less serious, but he couldn't cross the line and asked her what was going on. He could only end the conversation in a discouragement. It's nothing, Jiang Lai, good night.

Throwing the phone aside, Zhou Yuhan slept under the quilt.

In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to high school. For a while, he did not ride the mountain bike that his father gave him as a birthday gift, but chose to take the bus because he heard that there were perverts on the bus molested a girl.

He sat behind the girl he wanted to protect, across two seats, watching her turn in the car, and the sunlight reflected from the window glass, and he could see the fine hair coming out of her head in the refracted light.

Zhou Yuhan held his arms and lay on the back of the seat in front to look at her until the bus suddenly braked, and his head suddenly slapped on the back of the chair. He was about to get up and rolled to his feet with a ballpoint pen.

He picked up the pen, looked up and saw a white face, and his heart paused.

Your pen.

Are you okay?

They spoke at the same time, and then the girl smiled and took the pen from him, thank you.

You're welcome.He responded, for some reason he suddenly plucked up the courage, looked at the girl's face and said: My name is...

Meng suddenly woke up at this moment. He opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling of the room and sighed, and got up to wash.