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Murder in the Mist Chapter 58 Reunion under the Sun (Part 2)

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    This time I suspected that I had seen it wrong. What kind of reaction would it be to leave in a hurry?  They have already met each other this time. Can they avoid each other for a while or for a lifetime?  Aunt Xin always gives people the impression that she is rational, calm and strong. She would never make such a choice no matter what, right?  I couldn't help but get up and turn around.  What I saw was indeed the background of Aunt Xin leaving in a hurry, and even passing by Uncle Xin.  I can¡¯t guess Uncle Xin¡¯s mood, but I can¡¯t help but feel a little sad when I saw this scene.  In this world, no matter how touching the tragedy is, people still like reunion, beauty, and lovers getting married.  What's more, these two people are Xin Yi's parents and can also be regarded as my relatives.  I have always been emotionally direct, and I feel that Aunt Xin's actions are a way of expressing her determination not to be moved.  I pursed my lips, feeling a little anxious, wondering what I could do in this.  But what can I do?  I held the bamboo shoots in my hand somewhat blankly, and just stared blankly at Aunt Xin walking across the courtyard without looking back, watching her walk straight into the house, and then closed the door directly.  At this time, the bamboo shoots in my hand were taken away. I looked back and saw that Uncle Xin had already walked in front of me. I don¡¯t know when he picked up the basket that fell on the ground and took it.  The bamboo shoots in my hand were put into the basket.  I forced a smile and pretended to be relaxed and said to Uncle Xin: "Uncle, it doesn't actually matter. You have to give Aunt Xin some time to adapt. After all, you haven't seen each other for so long, right?"  My uncle didn't answer me, he just lowered his head and silently picked up the bamboo shoots. It wasn't until all the bamboo shoots on the ground were picked up that he asked me: "Is there a clean basin in the kitchen?" I originally wanted to say comforting words but was blocked.  With his throat hurt, he could only nod.  In fact, how do I know if there are clean basins in the kitchen?  I just think it would be better now that Uncle Xin can do something, right?  It's better than a grown man suddenly breaking down and crying in front of me, right?  What's more, in a sense, he is already my father-in-law.  After getting my answer, Uncle Xin went straight to the kitchen. After a while, he brought a clean basin filled with water to the bottom of the eaves. Then he quietly moved a small stool and placed it on the eaves without saying a word.  Peel the bamboo shoots.  Aunt Xin¡¯s door was still closed. Uncle Xin lowered his head and concentrated on peeling bamboo shoots, and his expression could not be seen.  It is already afternoon, the sun is fading, but there is still some warm sunshine slanting down. It should be a peaceful and warm scene, but I don¡¯t know why it makes me feel sad.  Once again I'm useless and don't know what should I do?  At this time, I would rather face a fight with a powerful monster than face this kind of thing.  After thinking for a while, I had no choice but to move a small stool and sit next to Uncle Xin.  I think I should find a way to comfort Uncle Xin at this time, right?  Although Aunt Xin was like this without saying a word, it was excusable and she hoped Uncle Xin wouldn't be so sad.  I just thought this way, and subconsciously reached out for the bamboo shoots, wanting to help Uncle Xin peel them and say some words of comfort.  Who would have thought that as soon as my hand touched the bamboo shoot, Uncle Xin grabbed it.  Looking up, there was a haggard face.  I looked at it a little stupidly. I had read stories about growing old overnight and heard jokes about aging instantly. I didn't believe it.  But at this time, it was alive in front of my eyes, which made me feel sad again.  I can't help but wonder, if Xin Yi was awake now, would he be very sad when he saw this scene?  You must be sadder than me, right?  Thinking of this, I felt even more uncomfortable, but Uncle Xin's tone was calm: "Don't move, I will do it. I once wanted to peel bamboo shoots for her for the rest of my life." After saying this, Uncle Xin stopped talking.  The silence was tight.  However, his hands were flexible and skillful in peeling the bamboo shoots shells, separating the bamboo shoots meat skillfully, and carefully processing them piece by piece with a knife, leaving behind the bamboo shoots' hearts which were of unusually uniform size.  I stared blankly, peeling it off very well.  Even if I haven¡¯t peeled bamboo shoots for that beloved woman for a long, long time.  But he acted like someone who peels bamboo shoots every day.  I can't describe it. I stared blankly at the setting sun that was already a little red. I just thought that the love was so deep that there was no need to be dramatic.  The so-called deep love is the details that go deep into the bone marrow, and the habits that are engraved into the soul. That is the mark of loving someone deeply.  I remembered Xin Yi¡¯s warm eyes every time I looked back when I was young.  So, he leaned against the wall, took out two cigarettes, lit one, handed it to Uncle Xin, and then lit one himself.  Uncle Xin did not refuse this time and smoked a cigarette with me.  In the smoke, the two men were silent, each with their own thoughts.  It seemed like this silence would last forever.  However, at this moment, there was the sound of the door opening behind me.  I couldn't help but turn around, only to find Aunt Xin standing at the door.  I changed into clean clothes, my messy hair was combed again, and my muddy hands were also?It must be clean.  I looked at Aunt Xin with some surprise.  Aunt Xin still looked calm, and just gave me a relieved smile.  At this time, Uncle Xin also turned around and saw Aunt Xin. His hand peeling the bamboo shoots was originally very stable, but at this time it was shaking slightly. I could clearly see his throat rolling, and his eyes suddenly turned red, and he raised his head to hold back.  There seemed to be a thousand words to say, but in the end I only heard him calling softly: "Xiaoxiu." Aunt Xin didn't speak, or even glanced at Uncle Xin, but walked into the house and moved a small  The stool came out and sat next to Uncle Xin. He also picked up a bamboo shoot, lowered his head, and said lightly: "Don't be busy calling me Xiaoxiu. We haven't seen each other for so many years that I don't even bother to remember the dates.  It¡¯s inappropriate for you to call me by the same name you used back then. At least it sounds awkward to me now.¡± Uncle Xin took a deep puff of his cigarette, and the tears he was trying to hold back were falling again. I saw that he was working hard before he spoke.  "If you don't like to hear it, I won't scream." Then she took a deep breath several times and then said very, very carefully: "Well, do you think my bamboo shoots are peeling well?" Aunt Xin stopped moving her hands.  She really looked at the bamboo shoots soaked in the water carefully, and after a few seconds she said: "It's really good to peel it. My daughter also likes to eat bamboo shoots now. I will cook it for her if you peel it. I just don't know.  Does it taste good if she sleeps like this?" When Uncle Xin heard this sentence, he couldn't help but said quickly: "She must taste it, Xiao, no, don't worry, I am.  Our daughter will definitely wake up. Believe me, believe me" Is this how things are getting better?  I didn't dare to speak at this time. I was also nervous and wanted to see Aunt Xin's reaction.  But I saw Aunt Xin slowly put down the bamboo shoots in her hand, and finally raised her head to look at Uncle Xin. I realized that her eyes were also red. It turned out that the only thing that was calm was her voice. It turned out that she had been holding back.  Her tears blurred her eyes, and I couldn't clearly see the emotions expressed in her eyes. I just saw her touch her face, and then she said faintly: "Just now, I came into the house to clean up.  Myself. When this kid Zheng Ling came to pick me up, I subconsciously thought it was you. I just instinctively thought it might be you. " What did Uncle Xin want to say eagerly?  But she was interrupted by Aunt Xin waving her hand, and then she continued: "Then, I went to clean myself up at that time, thinking that after not seeing each other for so many years, I can't let you see me in a mess and without energy. Otherwise,  Why have I been strong all these years? Then I will be strong until the end." "Xiao Xiu." Uncle Xin called Aunt Xin softly.  This was a title that Aunt Xin had refused before. This time she did not refuse, but upon hearing it, the tears she had been holding back finally fell down, and she quickly wiped them away. She smiled and continued: "These are all  Excuse, after all, I still want you to see me in good condition. Just now, I went to dig bamboo shoots and came back, and I couldn't bear to let you see me like that. I quickly went into the house to clean up but I saw it in the mirror.  I didn¡¯t clean it up in the end, so I just cleaned it up and came out.¡± Uncle Xin pursed his lips and remained silent.  But Aunt Xin continued: "Why? Xin Hao, tell me, if I clean it up again, can I be able to clean it up like it was the year you left? My hair is also much whiter, my wrinkles can't be removed, and my skin is also loose.  This is irreversible. Just like, you lied to me and my daughter for so many years, do you think you can come back? Now, you still tell me, believe you, believe you" At this point, Aunt Xin remained silent.  Said.  Only tears fell into the basin filled with bamboo shoots, causing ripples in circles.  I know that Aunt Xin is definitely not a person who likes to complain, and she even tolerates it too much. To be able to say these words, I am afraid that the emotions that have been suppressed for decades have finally reached an explosive point.  "Then, then you refuse to forgive. You don't believe me anymore, right?" Uncle Xin seemed to have spent a lot of effort saying this, and his clenched fists were shaking.  This makes me anxious, can¡¯t it be explained directly?  However, I just understand at this moment that people who love each other seem to talk so awkwardly. Explanations, right and wrong are not important. The important thing seems to be just to affirm the other person's feelings first.  The other person¡¯s thoughts, the other person¡¯s position.  Aunt Xin lowered his head and was silent for a long time. Uncle Xin just looked at Aunt Xin, feeling aggrieved and guilty. He, who was always calm, seemed like a child who made a mistake. He hoped to be comforted and forgiven, but also felt uneasy that he was wrong.  But the silence will not last forever. At least Aunt Xin's attitude is to hold back what she wants to talk about. She is not the kind of unreasonable person, otherwise she would not choose to speak out and try to express her feelings as calmly as possible.  "Whether it's forgiveness or belief, you have to give me a justifiable reason. Otherwise, will my years and the days when my daughter has no father just pass by like this? Xin Hao, don't you??No more hiding anything from me.  And if there is no justifiable reason, today can be regarded as two people face to face, so I can tell you to make a clean break.  "Aunt Xin said very gently but extremely firmly.
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