owlsbooks Chapter 1220 Who is it?
Chapter 1220 Who is it?
As he followed Qiu Yihe inside, Jiang Jianmin asked, "Are you Qiu Yihe?"
Hearing this, Qiu Yihe suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Jianmin with surprise.
I wondered in my heart why the other party knew my name.
She was about to ask the reason, but when the words came to her lips, she seemed to suddenly remember something and swallowed them back.
After all, the person in front of him is a big shot with status and position.
It is normal to have detailed information about yourself.
Thinking of this, Qiu Yihe nodded gently and replied with a smile: "Yes, I am Qiu Zheng's daughter."
When Jiang Jianmin heard this, his slightly serious face instantly broke into an amiable smile like a spring breeze.
She responded softly, "It seems that I guessed right. Your eyebrows and eyes look a lot like your father when he was young. I haven't seen him for a long time. I just don't know if he has gained weight now."
Seeing Jiang Jianmin's smile filled with nostalgia for the past, Qiu Yihe was suddenly a little dazed.
She originally thought that Jiang Jianmin and his friends were the leaders who came to express their condolences to her father. However, after noticing Jiang Jianmin's tone and expression when he spoke, she suddenly realized that was not the case.
It is obvious that from Jiang Jianmin's words, one can clearly feel that he and his father have a special friendship, and that sense of familiarity cannot be faked.
After pushing open the door of the villa, Qiu Yihe asked, "From your tone, it seems that you and my father are old acquaintances? What should I call you?"
Jiang Jianmin nodded and said gently, "Your father and I are good friends. You can just call me Uncle Jiang. This is your Aunt Li, and this is my son Jiang Cheng."
After knowing that Jiang Jianmin was his father's friend, Qiu Yihe's tense heart suddenly relaxed, and the previous nervousness disappeared without a trace.
When she heard Jiang Cheng's name, she even nodded politely towards Jiang Cheng with a faint smile on her face.
Considering that his parents were present, Jiang Cheng did not say anything else.
He just nodded and greeted normally, and then began to look around the house.
This house is a small three-story Western-style house. As soon as you enter the door, a warm breath hits you.
However, this warm feeling is different from the usual warmth that comes from turning on the heater.
It carries a faint smell of firewood, giving people a unique and warm feeling.
After a rough glance around, Jiang Cheng soon discovered that the source of the constant heat was the uniquely shaped fireplace located in the center of the living room.
At this moment, the blazing flames are jumping happily in the furnace, emitting charming light and warmth.
Looking closer, there are several soft and comfortable sofas neatly placed around the fireplace.
Their dark or light colors are matched just right, appearing particularly harmonious and beautiful.
A black and yellow cat was sleeping on one of the single sofas.
Perhaps the slight noise made by everyone coming in just now disturbed its sweet dream.
The kitten stretched out its limbs in a daze, stood up lazily, opened its mouth and called softly.
However, when it saw Qiu Yihe standing not far away making a "hush" gesture to it to keep quiet.
Then he slowly lay back down, closed his eyes, and continued to indulge in his sweet dream.
Qiu Yihe turned around with a smile on his face and said softly to the three people in front of him: "Uncle Jiang, you sit down first, my father..."
Before he finished speaking, a low and slightly hoarse middle-aged male voice suddenly came from the corner of the corridor.
"Xiao He, who is it?" Although the voice was not loud, it carried a heavy feeling that came from the vicissitudes of life and the exhaustion of life.
Hearing the voice, Qiu Yihe quickly turned his head and shouted in that direction: "Dad!"
As her cry fell, Jiang Jianmin immediately moved his legs and ran towards the source of the sound with big strides.
While walking hurriedly, he shouted with expectation and a little doubt: "Lao Qiu??"
However, before Jiang Jianmin had taken a few steps, he saw a middle-aged man with a crippled body and haggard face slowly pushing a wheelchair appearing at the corner of the stairs.
The middle-aged man didn't seem to expect to hear Jiang Jianmin's voice here.
When he heard the familiar call, he was visibly stunned.
The hands that were originally pushing the wheelchair forward stopped abruptly in mid-air due to this sudden change.
At the moment their eyes met, time seemed to freeze.
The expression on Jiang Jianmin's face changed drastically in an instant.
The cheeks that were originally slightly flushed due to excitement now turned pale as paper in an instant, as if blown by the cold winter wind, without any blood at all.
Not only that, his hands, which had always been steady and strong, began to tremble uncontrollably. The trembling became more and more intense, as if telling the world about the uncontrollable shock and grief in his heart.
In this situation, not only Jiang Jianmin was shocked, but even Jiang Cheng who was standing next to him couldn't help but gasp.
He stared at the scene with wide eyes and astonishment, feeling a shock in his heart that was difficult to describe in words.
This shock was like surging waves, hitting his mental defenses one after another.
As far as the eye can see, the middle-aged man sitting in the wheelchair has not only lost his legs, but his empty trouser legs are fluttering in the wind, making him look particularly desolate.
Even his right hand was broken in half, with only the stump hanging limply at his side.
What’s even more horrifying is that the man’s entire face and neck were covered with shocking burn marks.
Those hideous and twisted scars crisscross each other, as if telling the world about an extremely tragic past.
Jiang Cheng took a quick look at Jiang Jianmin.
Sure enough, I saw that my father's eyes were already red and tears were welling up in his eyes, as if they were about to burst out in the next second.
Looking at my father's face, which was so solemn as if water could drip out of it, and so sad that it couldn't be more.
Jiang Cheng felt his heart suddenly sink, and then there was a dull "click".
An ominous premonition suddenly surged up, sweeping over him like a tidal wave, instantly submerging him completely.
Could it be that the figure in front of me is Qiu Zheng, the close friend my father just mentioned, who grew up with me?
If this is true, then it is truly heartbreaking.
Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but tremble all over, and involuntarily looked at his father Jiang Jianmin again.
As expected, Jiang Jianmin's eyes were already red at this moment, and tears were rolling in his eyes like a flood that could burst through a dam, and it seemed that they could pour down at any time.
As if he was enduring a strong backlash of emotions, his father's hands couldn't stop shaking.
His lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and he looked as if he was making a final struggle against the pain in his heart.
But no matter how hard he gritted his teeth, the tears eventually broke free from his eye sockets.
Slide slowly down the cheek.
Jiang Cheng subconsciously turned his head and looked at his mother Li Yan.
But I was surprised to find that even my usually strong mother looked as pale as paper.
Tears fell like beads from a broken string, and I cried so hard that I could hardly breathe.
She had no time to care about her heartbroken husband beside her.
Not only Jiang Jianmin and Li Yan, but even Qiu Zheng who was sitting in a wheelchair was crying uncontrollably at this moment.
Tears burst out like a dam breaking.
He was crying but smiling at the same time, his eyes fixed on Jiang Jianmin.
The laughter contained the ecstasy after the reunion, but the crying was filled with all the hardships, difficulties and grievances experienced over the years.
It seemed as if he wanted to vent all the longing and painful experiences that had been accumulated in his heart for many years at once.
And so, neither of them spoke a word, and they didn't even move a step.
Only a few meters apart, they just stared at each other silently, letting the hot tears flow down their cheeks.
At this moment, an expression of both depression and extreme pain appeared on Qiu Zheng's severely burned face, which looked quite hideous and terrifying.
However, when he saw his father and mother's tears dripping uncontrollably.
Look at Qiu Zheng's body covered with scars.
Jiang Cheng's eyes couldn't help but become moist and red, and his heart was filled with endless sorrow and deep sympathy.
Looking at his father's actions, Jiang Cheng was 100% sure that the man in front of him was Qiu Zheng.
I remembered the scene when Jiang Jianmin suddenly stopped at the entrance of the alley just now.
At that time, Jiang Cheng naively thought that his father was just immersed in memories of the past, reminiscing about the lost years of youth and the beautiful moments that once existed.
However, when he saw with his own eyes the mutilated body of Qiu Zheng, Jiang Cheng realized that he was wrong.
It turns out that Jiang Jianmin stopped just now because he didn't dare, because he was afraid, and because he was sad. Of course, it was also mixed with his deep attachment to the past years and his difficulty in letting go...
Qiu Yihe, who was standing by, looked at his father sitting in a wheelchair and crying heart-wrenchingly.
After coming to his senses, he immediately walked forward quickly, reached out his hand with a distressed look on his face and gently stroked Qiu Zheng's back, trying to help him calm down a little, and comforted him gently.
"Dad, don't cry. Don't forget what the doctor said. You can't get too excited."
Hearing this, Jiang Jianmin's face turned pale instantly and he looked at Qiu Zheng with worry.
He knew he had to stay calm at this moment.
So he used all his strength, forced himself to take several deep breaths, and tried hard to control his emotions that were about to collapse.
After a slight adjustment, Jiang Jianmin walked to Qiu Zheng's side as fast as the wind.
He squatted down, stretched out his arms and hugged Qiu Zheng's thin body tightly.
His voice trembled slightly with excitement, and was filled with endless heartache and concern.
"Old Qiu, how could this happen... Stop crying, we have to be strong and listen to the doctor!"
Feeling Jiang Jianmin's warm embrace, Qiu Zheng felt a warm current in his heart.
He raised his only remaining healthy hand and gently hugged Jiang Jianmin's back.
She choked up and said, "I never thought I'd have the chance to see you again in this life. My life has not been in vain..."
As he spoke, tears couldn't stop falling from the corners of his eyes again.
Jiang Jianmin patted Qiu Zheng's shoulder gently, giving him silent comfort.
Then he slowly stood up, walked around behind Qiu Zheng, held the handles of the wheelchair with both hands, pushed the wheelchair himself, and walked towards the warm living room.
Along the way, the two were silent, but the emotions between them were like a surging tide, spreading in the air.
When Jiang Jianmin finally pushed Qiu Zheng into the living room and settled him down, he was able to take a closer look at this once handsome and high-spirited friend.
However, the scene before him made him feel heartbroken.
Qiu Zheng's head was completely bald, without a single hair. Instead, it was covered with hideous scars that crisscrossed each other like marks left by a demon.
Seeing this, Jiang Jianmin's face instantly turned gloomy, and a hint of murderous intent suddenly flashed in his originally gentle eyes.
He bit his lip, trying to suppress his anger and grief, and then asked, "What happened? Didn't your letter just say that you were injured and retired? Why were you injured so badly?"