The people in the bar didn't know about Lin Zimu's death, and although the people in the bar were relatively mobile, Lin Zimu's death still surprised them. Since Xiao Tianyang was a frequent visitor, and everyone knew that he had a good relationship with Lin Zimu, Xiao Tianyang easily pried open the cabinet in Lin Zimu's dormitory.

There wasn't much stuff in it, a couple of changes of clothes, and a book. Xiao Tianyang picked it up and saw that it was a copy of "Thick Black Learning", and when he opened it, there was a passbook sandwiched in it, and there was not much money in the passbook, so he thought it would be mailed back to his hometown. Underneath the book is a small notebook, and when you open it, there is nothing in it. Xiao Tianyang is here to find an ID card, how can he contact Lin Zimu's family without an ID card?

Xiao Tianyang thought about it, turned upstairs with a book and notebook, and gently knocked on the door of the manager's room.

The manager obviously also knew about Lin Zimu, and when he saw Xiao Tianyang coming in, he immediately stood up. took out Lin Zimu's ID card and an envelope from the drawer, and said with a smile: "This is Xiao Linzi's ID card and unsettled salary." ”

Xiao Tianyang glanced at him expressionlessly, picked up his things and turned to leave.

Out of the door of the bar, Xiao Tianyang let out a sigh of relief, and the boredom in his heart was alleviated a little. The name on the ID card is Lin Ziqiang, and the Lin Zimu on it is still childish, it should have been taken a year or two ago, but now, he has left this world forever! He, like most outsiders in this city, came here in obscurity, worked in obscurity, and left in obscurity, but he left forever, like a puff of light smoke disappearing into the air, leaving no trace......

Fortunately, the address on the ID card is the address of Lin Zimu's home, and Xiao Tianyang finally found the phone number of their village committee with great difficulty.

Someone finally answered, Xiao Tianyang couldn't wait to shout: "Hello, please help me call Lin Ziqiang's parents!"

The other party was stunned for a moment, and asked impatiently, "Who are you?"

"I'm Lin Ziqiang's friend, something has happened to him now, I have to talk to his parents on the phone!"

"Oh, then you wait!" a sound of footsteps faded away.

Xiao Tianyang waited for a full ten minutes, and a chaotic sound of footsteps came.

"Hey, what's wrong with Qiangzi?" a man shouted, it should be Lin Zimu's father.

Xiao Tianyang opened his mouth, he really didn't know how to speak, but he couldn't do it if he didn't speak.

"Hey, hey......"

"Uncle, I'm a friend of Lin Ziqiang, and he's sick...... Passed away!" Xiao Tianyang took a lot of effort to say this.

"What do you say?"

Lin Ziqiang...... Dead!"

There was no sound there, apparently his father was stunned, only a woman seemed to keep asking, "What?......'s the matter?"

He ...... Where?" the voice finally asked, seemingly aged in an instant.

"He's .................."

Xiao Tianyang finally put down the phone, and the heart-rending cry on the other side of the phone made him extremely uncomfortable.

Xiao Tianyang slowly sat down on the road on the side of the road and gently opened the notebook. The things inside are written in a disorderly manner, and the handwriting is crooked, a typical childish style, and it can be seen that Lin Zimu's cultural level is not high. Turning to the first page, it was written in big letters: Today I met a good person. The following is the encounter between him and Xiao Tianyang on the bus...... Then there are some accounts, which should be his income, and occasionally insert a sentence about a certain person, and even write his future ideals......

Xiao Tianyang closed the notebook and sighed softly. This boy came to this city with ideals, you can imagine the helplessness of working in a different place at the beginning, and even in the end in order to make a living actually entered the despicable industry, you can imagine his inner struggle, but after all, there is still hope in his heart, he also thinks that he will earn enough money in the future, and will have his own world, but he did not expect that the clock of life came to an abrupt end!

There is a saying: drunk and lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled, a few people came back from the ancient battle! He came here alone, but stayed here forever, and even the cause of his death could not be made public, is this a kind of sadness?

Everything in this city will continue, people will still be in a hurry, no one will change anything for him to leave alone, and even after a while, Xiao Tianyang will slowly forget him, is this a person's life?

The notebook slowly turned into pieces under Xiao Tianyang's hands, even if this is Lin Zimu's relic, it can't be allowed to stay in the world! Because there are things on it that will reveal Lin Zimu's identity, which Xiao Tianyang does not allow! Lin Zimu is gone, let him go innocently, the past has passed, even his parents have no right to know, because, in their minds, Lin Zimu will always be their good son, he died of illness!

Xiao Tianyang's hand was raised, and those pieces of paper were like gorgeous white butterflies, floating towards the garbage can......

He Manzi's approach really worked, and Xia Zhiqiang looked at her again with more concern in his eyes, but she still pretended not to know.

He Manzi went out after serving the food again, and Xia Zhiqiang immediately followed.

"He Xiaoman!" Xia Zhiqiang shouted.

"Ah, hello!"

"I heard that you went back to your hometown a few days ago, is there something wrong at home?" Xia Zhiqiang asked with a smile.

He Manzi's face was gloomy, and she said sadly: "My dad is sick!"

"Oh, do you want to help?" Xia Zhiqiang asked with concern.

"Ah, no, thank you!"

"If you need help, don't be polite, I can still count my words in the hospital!" Xia Zhiqiang said a little proudly.

"My dad is in his hometown, it's not a big deal, thank you!"

"Oh, that's it, then you can get busy!" Xia Zhiqiang said with a little disappointment.

He Manzi nodded and left, a subtle smile on the corner of her mouth.

Wu Hui ran into the locker room step by step, He Manzi immediately stood up and asked anxiously, "Did you get it?"

Wu Hui took out a wallet like a trick and said with a smug smile: "Get your hands on it!"

He Manzi snatched his wallet and muttered, "Then you have been so long, I'm in a hurry!"

"Alas, I'm a professional lady, not a professional pickpocket, and there are so many people in that private room......"

"Okay, okay, eldest miss, thank you!" He Manzi hurriedly reassured.

Wu Hui rolled her eyes and left.

Xia Zhiqiang walked out of the box with a full stomach, and when he arrived at the door, he looked around, as if he was looking for someone, and then left with a disappointed face.

As everyone knows, all this was clearly seen by He Manzi, who was hiding in the shadows, and she knew that the fish had already taken the bait......