A daytime, the man was busy all day in the study, just after having lunch, and then hurried into the study again.
Just a word of advice to her, if there is something wrong, you can find the maid.
Jane Tong sat outside the manor under the promenade, looking at the manor gardeners picking up flowers and grasses, the sun is very good, the sky is very blue, even the wind, have a light fragrance of flowers, trance, seems to return to the past.
No one to disturb her, unknowingly, will be in the bamboo bench lying doze.
Everything is very good, good enough not real.
If you ignore the stereotypical straight figure at the end of the corridor, then everything, really very good very good.
Not far from the end of the long corridor, silver white hair even with the wind, can not hide gray eyebrows under the cloudy old eyes of resentment.
The old housekeeper's hand held a side pillar, a pair of old eyes sinister incomparable, fell on the sleeping silhouette under the long corridor ... click!
Fingers gouged the wooden pillar, a blue vein floated up on the back of his hand, he was not willing!
Why was the one who died his Wei Ming!
His daughter, filial and well-behaved, how is it that the heavens are not long-sighted, and it was his such a good daughter that died!
Heart incomparably heavy, the old butler silently stepped towards the sleeping person, stopped by the bench, gray-brown old eyes, like machinery, incomparably cool, incomparably cold and clear, inches down, an inch, an inch, an inch, and another inch ... sight steeply fixed, just locked in Jane Tong's face.
"Wake up."
After looking at the crookedly sleeping woman on the bench for a while, he stereotypically spoke, "Wake up."
Jane Tong heard a sound in a daze and awoke with a start, as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Butler Xia standing beside her, and the little bit of sleepiness that had survived dissipated without a trace.
Opened his mouth, wanted to say something, suddenly no sound ... face Xia Weiming's father, what can she say?
The first time I saw him, I was in the middle of the night, and he was in the middle of the night.
Shouting injustice?
I'm afraid this old man does not want to hear it?
Apologize?
The first thing you need to do is to apologize for your mistake.
... By what!
Simply, slowly hung her head, she did not speak. Next to the old housekeeper was looking at the woman in front of her for a long time ... He would like to wait for her to open her mouth, want to listen to what she would say to him after three years after the incident!
Xia butler long time couldn't wait for the woman in front of him, this sinner who killed his daughter in his eyes, to take the initiative to say a word to him.
"Ms. Jane, don't you have anything to say to me?"
"..." opened his mouth, the silent woman, even more silent ... to say what? Tell her to apologize?
In the face of who, she can frankly and against her will to say a "sorry", because "sorry" this three words can be exchanged for her to be less beaten, can let those endless hate to hold down her head must want her to admit that she is the sinner of the people nearly The satisfaction of perversion and selfishness.
But, the only thing is Xia Weiming's father in front of ... him in this life, never want to hear from her mouth, he wants to hear those three words!
Never want to!
In the eyes of others, she is too lowly, lowly enough to sell everything, can have no dignity, can allow others to see her as a clown ... Right, in the eyes of others, she - Jane Tong, now, is such a lowly person.
"Does Miss Jane really have nothing to say to me, this Xia Weiming's relative, this father who lost his daughter three years ago and sent him away with white hair!"
Butler Xia's heart was like a fire, incomparably blazing as he droned at Jane Tong!
He wanted to see, must see, this Jane Tong of all deaths, the repentance on her face!
But!
The woman in front of him, originally hung her head low.
At this moment, under the gaze of his agitated and angry eyes, she-that Jane Tong, who had been silent in response-slowly raised her head, raised it high, and her eyes, without a single glance, met the resentful eyes of the summer housekeeper in front of her, and unlike the summer housekeeper, Jane Tong's eyes were clear, clean, and open!
"What about the words you want to say to me?" Where is the repentance on your face! Why is there none?
Why none of it!
Why isn't there a single ounce of repentance on her face? His daughter is dead!
Can't he get back the slightest bit of repentance from this woman!
Looking at the old man in front of him, whose face was vaguely hideous, Jane Tong's calm and wave-free face slowly revealed a light smile, "Can't the summer housekeeper see it? I, have already answered you."
Her often bowed back, curled up without a bit of temperament and even very fearful look, stretching out, squarely on the summer housekeeper's resentful eyes, her black and white eyes, frank and open! --This, is Jane Tong's answer!
There are words that can beat her frank and open behavior at this moment?