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Back to his suite, Zhao Fan really felt very tired.
This kind of tiredness is not physical, but mental. After logging into Weibo on his mobile phone, Zhao Fan wrote another sentence in his notebook.
"A tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop; a child wants to be raised but cannot be loved by others. It depends on the person. If she has a spirit in heaven, she will probably not forgive her parents."
Such a ridiculous and helpless thing has really happened. In the face of money, can people really ignore their own flesh and blood, and even feel complacent? Such parents are not afraid of being poked in the back?
Yes, they are not afraid. How can someone who can make such a decision be afraid of being criticized?
As long as you live a good life for the rest of your life, what kind of family ties, what kind of integrity, what kind of morality, how much are they worth in total?
The next morning, Wu Yan knocked on the door and called Zhao Fan for breakfast as usual.
However, when she saw Zhao Fan, his face was haggard and his eyes were bloodshot. In an instant, Wu Yan said with some distress: "Xiao Fan, you didn't sleep last night?"
Zhao Fan showed an ugly smile and said with two dark circles under his eyes: "I want to sleep, but I can't sleep. Sister Wu, can I hug you?"
Wu Yan was stunned for a moment, her cheeks flushed slightly. She didn't understand why Zhao Fan suddenly made such a request, but he had not slept all night, so something must have happened. As a sister, it was normal for her to comfort him.
Taking two steps forward, Wu Yan gently hugged Zhao Fan's waist, patted him on the back, and then wanted to let go. Unexpectedly, Zhao Fan hugged her tightly. Suddenly, their bodies became inseparable. They avoided sticking together, and that feeling made Wu Yan's pretty face turn red instantly.
Just when Wu Yan wanted to push Zhao Fan away, Zhao Fan had already taken the initiative to let go and said in a hoarse voice: "You guys can eat, I have to go to the party school to study."
After saying that, Zhao Fan turned around and left in a hurry. Looking at the swaying back, Wu Yan frowned slightly. She had never seen Zhao Fan like this before. Although he didn't say what happened, there was that silent sadness. and negative, worrying.
Back in the suite, while feeding her daughter breakfast, she asked Zhao Fan on WeChat: "Xiaofan, what's wrong?"
Over there, Zhao Fan quickly replied: "I'll tell you when I get back tonight."
Along the way, Zhao Fan looked at WeChat, his hands trembling constantly. What lingered in his mind was the handsome face of the boy last night, and the black and white portrait of the girl.
"Brother, thank you very much for doing so much for us. I'm really tired. We worked so hard to pay back the money, get married, have children, and build a happy family."
"For me, as long as we are together, no matter how difficult it is, we can face it with a smile."
"I don't understand why there are so many injustices in this world. Just because we have no power, our lives can be trampled on at will, and we are unable to resist."
"I don't even understand why there are such parents in this world. Blood is thicker than water, but they can be so indifferent."
"I hate the murderer who is still at large. I also thought about avenging Siyu, risking my life, and having him support me, but in the end, I gave up."
"If I really did that, what's the difference between him and me?"
"But I will not forgive the Chu family, not even if I am a ghost, and I will not forgive Siyu's parents. I want to prove to them that there are some things in this world that are more important than money."
"I hope my life can awaken their conscience."
"I'm tired, and she must be lonely too. I have to go and accompany her."
"Thank you again, brother, you are the last ray of sunshine I see in the world, you are a good person"
"Finally, kind-hearted people passing by, if you see my rigor mortis at the door of Chunjiang Hotel, please help call the police. This time, I was not murdered, but committed suicide."
This short article was forwarded to WeChat Moments at six o'clock in the morning, and was not sent to Zhao Fan alone.
When Zhao Fan saw this short article, or suicide note, this morning, it was already dawn. At that moment, Zhao Fan really wanted to shout a few words loudly to vent his anger.
Only Zhao Fan knows who the "brother" addressed in this short article is.
Now, Zhao Fan walked faster and faster, and slowly started to run, running towards the garage like crazy. Not long after, the car rushed out of the garage like an arrow from the string, and ran towards the Chunjiang Hotel. .
Ten minutes later, of course Zhao FanWhen the car arrived near the Chunjiang Hotel, it was already too late.
Early in the morning, too many people gathered here, including ambulances, police, etc., and a cordon was set up. Zhao Fan did not get out of the car, but looked at the stiffened body from a distance with red eyes. He was put into an isolation bag, zipped up, and carried into an ambulance.
??????????????? Outside the cordon, there were passers-by talking about it, as well as office workers taking photos and videos.
?For them, it¡¯s just something they can share in their circle of friends.
The boy¡¯s words last night seemed to still echo in his ears. Unexpectedly, he would be dead the next day, and he died in his own hands.
Zhao Fan blames himself very much. Really, last night, he didn't even say a word of comfort, let alone advise him to live well and not to think too hard, because last night, Zhao Fan was really chilled and almost lost his mind with anger.
"Idiot, do you think your death will change anything?" Zhao Fan slammed the steering wheel and roared in a low voice.
But, that¡¯s all I can say.
¡°If the girl¡¯s parents were not greedy for vanity and did not withdraw the lawsuit, maybe the truth would be revealed, the murderer would be brought to justice, and the boy would not die.
If the murderer had any conscience and surrendered, how could things have turned out like this?
It¡¯s a pity, there is no if
"Silently turning the car around, Zhao Fan drove towards the party school. This is not the case in the world. There is still fairness. You are not even afraid of death, are you still afraid of living?
Being an official, isn¡¯t it just to implement fairness and justice and let the people live a good life?
But why does something like this still happen? Which link is the problem?
In the next two or three days, WeChat became lively again. A heartbreaking suicide note was circulated and discussed by countless people. Faced with the pressure of mountainous public opinion, Luo Danxin, who served as the secretary of the Chuncheng Municipal Party Committee, made a big move. He waved and sealed the Chunjiang Hotel directly.
Although the Chu family was very unconvinced, no one dared to jump out and make trouble at the cusp of the storm. You know, any smart person would know this matter well. If it really pissed off the Luo family member, he would not follow. Are you talking about whether your political career will be affected?
It¡¯s not that he didn¡¯t know that he would be affected by that big incident a few years ago, but he still came out to uphold justice.
In addition, countless netizens searched for the "brother" mentioned in the deceased's suicide note, but until the end, as things slowly calmed down, no one found out who the "good guy" in the deceased's suicide note was. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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