Subsequently, Ning Jiayi immediately dialed 110.

It's a pity that the rescue was ineffective, and Song Xiang's mother died, dying of overdose of sleeping pills.

To be precise, Chen Lan is Song Qiang's second wife, that is, Song Xiang's stepmother.

The police contacted the family, and Wang Cheng and Zhang's father-in-law hurried to the hospital, but they still didn't have time to see Chen Lan for the last time.

Song Qiang told the police that his wife Chen Lan often had insomnia and couldn't sleep, and her temper was easily irritable, and the five bottles of sleeping pills she handed over were bought by herself on behalf of this acquaintance, and she didn't know how many years she had liked it, so there were a lot.

When the police asked again, Song Qiang said that he only knew that his wife could sleep only when he occasionally took sleeping pills, because his physical condition was not very good, and he couldn't take care of others.

What Wang Cheng said was: I once heard that my wife suspected that her stepmother had depression, and sometimes she would be delirious and have the experience of taking the wrong medicine. It is not clear what the situation is.

Li An's mouth "uh-huh" casually made a record, and then let them go back.

"Comrade policeman, how did Ning Jiayi ...... that kid"

Xiao Liu interrupted Wang Cheng's words, "It was Wang Shuncai's daughter who found out that Chen Lan was wrong, and ran outside to call Ning Jiayi, who was just passing by, for help, but unfortunately, it was still late." ”

Wang Cheng nodded thoughtfully, got up and thanked Xiao Yanagi.

Song Qiang wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and stood up with Wang Cheng's hand.

"What are you going to do about my wife?"

"Died in an accident, there is nothing to investigate. The two children of Wang Shuncai's family are not temporarily living in your house now.

However, after you go back, check inside and outside the house, so that the children don't see it at that time, and think that it is candy to eat, and it will not be good if something happens again. Li An said.

"Okay, comrade police are right, I'll clean up when I go back. ”

Wang Cheng helped Song Qiang out of the police station.

"Dad, this ......"

"Don't mention it. ”

"Mother-in-law's funeral, should ......"

"Let's do it simply, anyway, there is no one in her mother's house, save a little. ”

"I see. ”

"Also, you go to Ning Jiayi and ask that girl. ”

Wang Cheng understood what Song Qiang meant, and after returning to the town, he immediately went to the commissary.

At this time, Ning Jiayi had just returned, and not long after he sat down to rest, he saw Wang Cheng walk in.

"Uncle is here to thank you. ”

Ning Jiayi stood up, "You're welcome, in fact, Wang Xiuen found out, otherwise I wouldn't know." ”

"No, no, no, the child doesn't understand anything, maybe I thought my mother-in-law was asleep, although she was not rescued, but it was better than dying at home. ”

Wang Cheng raised his head and continued: "After all, committing suicide at home has a bad omen and will bring bad luck to the family. You probably don't understand these things. ”

Ning Jiayi felt that in Wang Cheng's eyes, he might not understand anything like a little child.

"These feudal superstitions, uncle should not believe in them as well. ”

Wang Chengmang then looked firm: "I don't believe it, some people of your grandparents' generation believe it from the bones." Having said that, this is money for you, just take it as pocket money. ”

"Uncle, what are you doing, hurry up and get the money back, I don't want it!"

Wang Cheng was taken aback, and his hands were stunned, "Also, I was careless, you are a good boy, you won't accept these." ”

"If you don't buy anything and go home and see the child, she must be frightened. ”

"Okay, Uncle got it. ”

Ning Jiayi stood at the entrance of the commissary, staring at the back of Wang Cheng leaving, and there was always a feeling in his heart that something was wrong, but he couldn't say why.

"Hey, little girl, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and get me a pack of China, a lighter, pick the best one. ”

"Okay, I'll get it to you right away. ”

Ningjia handed a cigarette and lighter to the customer sitting on the motorcycle, and collected the money with his right hand.

It was nearly six o'clock in the evening, and Ning Zaifu and Song Mei went home.

At this time, Ning Jiayi was neither in the commissary nor at home.

Ning Zaifu waited for his granddaughter to come back, and he was impatient to wait, so he asked if he had seen Ning Jiayi when he went out to see someone.

It wasn't until he stopped near Wang Shuncai's house that Yao Jin said that the child went forward, and no one came back for a while, so he didn't think about anything and rushed over immediately.

Who knows, Ning Jiayi is actually because the money returned to Master Ma is gone, and she has searched back and forth on this road six times, but to no avail.

After Ning Zaifu learned about it, he didn't mean to blame his granddaughter at all, especially when he knew that she called the police and followed the medical staff to the county hospital, he comforted the child and didn't take it to heart.

As for returning Master Ma's money, he can also take it from home.

Chen Lan's funeral was almost the same as if it wasn't, except for a few families living in the surrounding area, as well as the Ning family, almost no one knew that Song Qiang's current wife died suddenly.

Since Zhang Kecheng left.

Ning Jiayi and Ning Zai felt that no matter what happened in the town, the more they reasoned, the more chaotic they became, and in the end, they didn't understand what was going on, so it ended inexplicably.

On weekdays, on holidays, the only way to go back to the town is to discuss, and he didn't deliberately go to Ning Jiayi, halfway through the holiday, he packed his suitcase and went back to school.

Ning Jiayi is a spinning top every day, and only in the dead of night does she have free time, sit in front of the computer desk, unhurriedly tap the keyboard, and save the file.

The former trio have not seen each other since they separated.

At least not so far.

is also disconnected, and the three of them are like three parallel lines, each moving in their own direction, without disturbing each other.

This unusual balance allowed the three of them to find a point to support, after all, each of them has their own things to do.

How others live, Ning Jiayi didn't know, she had completely adapted to the current rhythm, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, even if she would do many, many of the same things every day.

But what she knows more is that time makes things go by, and let them develop, which seems to be immutable, but in fact it is not.

For example, after the commissary was re-"decorated" by Ning Jiayi, everyone came in to buy in a very happy mood, and it also attracted the attention of the children who were growing up, and the business was much better.

Grandma's health is still recovering, her old man's complexion is getting better day by day, and occasionally she will secretly go to the vegetable garden to plant vegetables or plow soil without telling her wife and granddaughter.

Grandpa is trying to quit smoking, and every day when he goes out and comes home, he is the first to hear the opera on the radio.

In his words: Hey, when you can't smoke, listen to Xiaoqu'er and feel a little better.

The oranges and the white birds have grown up, and they like to stick to Ning Jiayi more and more, and as soon as they see her, they will be so happy that they will chirp.

Ning Jiayi's novels are increasing the number of words, plots, and self-touching every day.

The former homeroom teacher Cheng is now Ning Jiayi's best friend, and occasionally in his free time, the two sit at the entrance of the commissary.

Small wooden tables are stocked with snacks and bubbling Coke or Sprite.

Just one character in a novel, if there is enough time, the two can talk for three days and three nights, or even longer.

Ning Jiayi often feels that she is extremely lucky, every time she falls into a trough, there is a person like the sun who appears in her life, even if the time with her is not long, but she is still very grateful.

Soon, Bai Ruo also left the town.

At that time, although Ning Jiayi often met and chatted with Bai Ruo, but on the day she really pulled up her suitcase and set off, she didn't know why, as if Fu You had left before, and she was stunned for a long time before she recovered.

For some reason, there are fewer and fewer people in the town, and more and more children are left.

Ning Jiayi asked his grandparents several times with a serious and worried face:

Will the town of Maple Grove suddenly disappear one day?

Song Mei raised her hand and touched Ning Jiayi's head, and told her with a smile: "Silly boy, as long as someone is there, this town will always be there." ”

These words went back and forth in Ninga's heart for a long time.

"Grandma's words are also contradictory, as long as there is no equation between someone and eternity. ”

The deeper she sank, the more she profound, the more she didn't want to give up and think.

Before you know it, the day is over again.

"Grandpa, grandma, you see, this is my manuscript fee. ”

Ninga had been waiting for a long time, like a century, and like a dream.

She never thought that she would get paid for her writing, and that she could fill the hole where she lost money in the first place.

Ning Zaifu counted over and over again, raised his head and stared at his granddaughter in surprise for a few minutes.

"Old man, what are you still doing in a daze, but you are saying something. ”

"Wife, 5,000 yuan. ”

Song Mei blinked, quickly turned her head to look at Ning Jiayi, and she counted it again.

"Doll, you tell us, you have so much money from there?"

"It's my payment for writing a novel. ”

This is the manuscript fee that Ning Jiayi has saved for nearly a year.

Ning Zaifu's first reaction was that his granddaughter had become a writer, and she was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth, looking at her wife, so excited that she couldn't speak.

"Yiyi, show your grandfather what you wrote, grandma wants to hear it. ”

Ning Jiayi wrote a mystery novel, and he was embarrassed to tell his grandparents, so he bluntly changed the topic:

"Grandma, this money should be yours, when grandpa is free, let's go to the bank to deposit it together. ”

Ning wrote several essays and short stories of up to 3,000 words, submitted them to Aichi Magazine, and was favored by the editors, polished them a little, and then they were ready to be published.

And because the style and content are very in line with the requirements of the magazine, subsequently, one article is delivered every month.

Although it is a small income, it is a great affirmation and motivation for Ning Jiayi.

She also told herself all the time that even if the story she wrote was not cared for, it would not become a stumbling block or thorn on the road of writing, and that writing would not really end until the end of her life.

The second elder didn't know when his granddaughter would start writing novels, and he could come up with so much money at once, they were relieved, but they felt more sorry for the child.

Ning Zaifu also knew that even if she forced money to give Ning Jiayi and asked her to buy something she liked, she would never ask for it, so it was better to go to the market tomorrow and buy more things she loved to eat.

The life of the Ning family is so ordinary, so ordinary that a small thing can make the three of them happy for several days.

Sunrise and sunset, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

A family of three, contented and happy.

Four years later.

Ning Jia Yi grew three meters taller, phew, three centimeters.

She measured her height every other week, but it was only three centimeters, and occasionally she was a little short.

Although Ning Zaifu and Song Mei are old, their faces are not much older, and many people say in an envious tone: "Hey, you are so good, you have such a capable and smart granddaughter, so you two are not old!"

But—the town of Maple Grove was gone.