Tranquility

That day, Tang Yuan was working in the company. After signing the last document, he put down his pen and was about to ask his secretary to bring the work meal when his cell phone rang.

Tang Yuan glanced at it, frowned, and picked it up anyway: "Hello?"

"Xiao Yuan."

Although his voice was hoarse, it was his father's voice.

"What's the matter? I'm busy."

"Xiao Ning is dead."

"...Who?" Tang Yuan asked subconsciously.

"Your brother, Tangning, he's dead." Finally, an uncontrollable cry came from the other end of the phone.

"You're kidding, it's impossible! How old is he!" Tang Yuan grabbed the phone tightly and said loudly.

"He went to sketch two days ago, but it rained heavily, and he rolled down from the mountain. It took several days to be discovered, and he was already dead!" Tang's father on the phone could barely restrain himself.

"How come, where are you, I'll come right away!" Tang Yuan ran out while talking.

A few days ago, Tang Yuan never thought that he would hug Tangning's portrait and walk around his body.He always thought that the two of them would eventually drift apart, start their own family, and when their parents passed away, they would be strangers who would never see each other again.

Surrounded by people in black and white flowers, relatives, friends, colleagues, acquaintances and strangers all came. Everyone felt deep regret and sympathy for the young man who died young before him.

However, Tang Yuan thought ironically in his heart, these people ignored Tang Ning and even looked down upon him when he was alive, now that he is dead, what's the use of doing these things again.

Just like himself, when he was alive, he just blindly blamed his hurt on one of his children, so what's the use of regretting now?What is the use!

Unknowingly, those memories that should have been forgotten a long time ago appeared in his mind like a spring, the child who timidly followed behind him, the bright and expectant eyes were so clear.At some point, the child grew up and began to avoid him and everything around him, and began to rebel, fight, and talk back to his father.

But this child is still kind, although the people around him did not give him kindness and warmth, even though he was innocent and suffered the sins of his parents, he still grew into a kind child, did not really hurt others, did not rebel like others same as youth.He chose to suffer silently, hurt himself silently, and heal his wounds silently.

Why did he never think about it for him? In fact, he was the one who was guilty. Tang Yuan's heart was tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

Behind him is his father who staggered to the ground on crutches. A few days ago, his father, who was in his prime, still had black hair, which had turned completely white overnight.His stepmother, Tangning's biological mother, couldn't bear the pain of losing her son, and had already been rescued in the hospital several times. Tangning's elderly grandparents also showed up.

Although they have lost contact with their daughter, they are their beloved biological daughter and biological grandson after all. Upon hearing such sad news, the two elderly people rushed over immediately and stayed by their daughter's side. Now they came from the hospital to attend Tangning's funeral .After the funeral, they have to go back to the hospital.

However, after the funeral, the two elderly people stopped Tang's father, who was helping his parents to see the guests, in front of their relatives and friends who had not left.

"Family, son-in-law Tang, this is the first time and the last time I call you that." Grandpa sighed.

The Tang family on the opposite side suddenly had a bad feeling when they heard what he said.

"Today, on behalf of my daughter, I formally propose a divorce to you. We don't want money or anything, as long as Xiao Ning's belongings are kept in mind." The old man took out the divorce agreement from the lawyer behind him and said, "You Take a look first, if you agree, sign it, and tell my lawyer if you have any questions."

"Dear family, what do you mean by this? What are you dissatisfied with? Let's sit down and talk about it. Why do we need to get divorced?" Tangning's grandmother couldn't help but ask.

"My daughter has been confused for most of her life, and she is the most sober at this moment. She has been in the hospital for so long, has any of you visited her? Of course, I don't blame you, this is her own fault, who let her snatch her husband! We deserve it! But why don't we repent? She has been married for 20 years. To be honest, her son-in-law is very good to her, but is she really doing well? I persuaded her at the beginning, things that don't belong to me will never It won't belong to me. This marriage was a mistake and harmed everyone, especially Xiao Ning. Now that he is gone, we don't want to hurt more people, so let's go back to the beginning!" Tangning's grandmother said As he spoke, his eyes turned red again and he began to cry.

Tangning's grandfather was calmer. He patted his wife's back with his skinny hands and said to Tangning's grandfather, "I know my daughter. She has a stubborn temper. She can't talk to anyone, otherwise she wouldn't be here today." This step. In the final analysis, it was my fault. I spoiled her too much. She felt sorry for Xiao Ning, and wanted to be a lay Buddhist at home to chant scriptures for Xiao Ning, hoping that he would have a better life in his next life. She is in very bad health and not in a good mood. Well, the doctor said that having faith will help her ease her emotions, and her mother and I are both people who are about to die, and I just hope that the white-haired person will not send the black-haired person again."

Grandpa took a breath while talking, "You can discuss this matter. It's best if you can leave. If you can't leave, please don't bother her, thank you!"

Grandpa said that he was about to bow to his in-laws. Tang Yuan strode forward to support him. The old man looked up and saw him, and couldn't help but say, "Good boy, it's my daughter. I'm sorry, I've done the right thing in my life." Stand up straight, I'm sorry for you two only on this matter. Don't blame your father, he has only your son left now, let's get rid of any big hatred, Xiao Ning's incident is a lesson, Hatred is not only unable to let go of others, but also can't let go of oneself."

In the end they got divorced, and even Tang Yuan's mother who lived in the United States was alarmed by this matter.She made a special trip back to China, and seeing the two families that were hit hard, she didn't know what to say.These two families have nothing to do with her. She doesn't sympathize with her, but she is a little emotional. It is Tang Yuan's emotions that really worry her, and she has never come out of guilt.

"It's not your fault. You are also a victim. I am also you. So he won't come back to life, and he won't see it. What's the point?" Tang Yuan's mother took Tang Yuan to her home in the United States, planning to Enlighten him well and make up for the rift between mother and child for decades.

"The only thing you did wrong was that you couldn't let it go. You always lived in hatred. That's why you blamed Tangning, and now you regret it." Tang Yuan's mother has always been sharp-tongued, especially after staying in the United States for a long time. She was very happy, her husband obeyed her in everything.

"Look at me, I've let go of it a long time ago. I'm not saying I don't hate your dad, but so what, he's not worth my wasting any affection. I still have my own way to go. Look at me now, find a real love My man, life is going well. People always have to think for themselves. I don't think Tangning has ever blamed you. He is a kind child. He has always felt sorry for us. If you really want him to feel at ease, forgive us. He, then lived every day as happily as he wished."

Tang Yuan, who had been talking for a long time without any reaction, finally turned his head to look at her. His mother sighed, turned around and searched in the room for a long time, and took out a Christmas card made by a child, "He sent it to me when he was ten years old." card."

With slightly trembling hands, Tang Yuan slowly opened the postcard, only to see the immature handwriting on the paper: Auntie, Merry Christmas!I heard my aunt say that my mother stole your things, and I will also steal my brother's things. I want to apologize for my mother, I'm sorry.I will take good care of my brother and not rob him of his things.

Tang Yuan took a deep breath: "Did you reply?"

Mother Tang nodded, "I said it's okay, I forgive your mother."

"Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"So what? Will you forgive him?"

Tang Yuan was silent. He would not forgive him for being a rebellious teenager at that time, and it would only make things worse.

"I originally wanted to wait for you to take a closer look and tell you about this, but I didn't expect..."

Ten years later, the flowers on Tangning's tomb became less and less, and the number of people who came to see him also decreased.The white-haired, lonely father came; the mother who wore a monk's robe and held a Buddhist bead; and Tang Yuan still insisted on taking his wife and daughter with him, sending a bouquet of bellflowers every year.

As the breeze of early spring blows, a card flies out from the platycodon, and the words "I forgive you" turn over with the wind and gradually disappear into the sky.