"How?" he asked.

"If you ------ I'll reach out to your family. "He found the woman's soft flank. But he didn't dare to look into her eyes, what kind of eyes were they, she had just lost ...... According to his estimates, a woman will never find her child in her lifetime, which has just reached the full moon. She doesn't have a husband? She has a husband, and the man has checked it, and he even tried to contact the man, but the man can't get in touch. The male policeman Ma Guoliang guessed the woman's experience, but as soon as the guess started, he told him to stop.

There is no need, the world is so big, there are so many people in the world, guess everyone's experience, guess everyone's life, this is too big a plan, the most important thing is what does the life of these people have to do with him? He is not interested, he has to force himself to lose interest in these lives that do not matter to him.

He stood up and looked down at the woman with silent eyes. He was not in a hurry to speak, he was waiting for the woman's reply. The woman was silent. It seems to be a silent standoff. After a long time, the man heard a long sigh in his throat.

"Let's go back. "He could barely hear his own voice. "I'll ask Xiao Wang to send you back. ”

Ma Guoliang added.

Chen Mofei didn't look up, she didn't know what to say, there was a huge helplessness and depression in her heart, she urgently needed an exit, she finally found an exit, but the man in front of her sealed her mouth, and she lost the best exit. She sat there quietly, the sun shining through the glass windows and the dust dancing in the pillars of light. If there is an afterlife, she is willing to be a grain of dust, without love and hatred, and without joy, anger and sorrow.

But is there really no joy or sorrow in dust? She doesn't know, maybe dust also has dusty thoughts, but she is not dust, she can't really understand a dust.

The policeman sighed and sat down again. He didn't know what he was saying and doing at this time, if it were someone else, he would have used those usual tricks to take the woman away. Either scare or coax, in short, it will basically work. In fact, this trick cannot be said to have no effect on a woman at this time, but he is unwilling to continue to force her. Why can't people be merciful? If he sends her away, he will be able to end up pure, but how many official tasks can he do during this time? How many problems can he solve? How many official duties can he handle? Ma Guoliang felt that his heart had become harder and harder since he became this errand boy.

He sat back, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, and hesitantly handed it to the woman.

Chen Mofei didn't answer, her eyes fell on the cigarette for half a second, she hooked her head again, Ma Guoliang saw a woman's white neck, the fine fluff was tightly attached to her skin, she was quite white, the blood vessels were quiet and quiet, one by one like earthworms crawling in the flesh. Ma Guoliang retracted his gaze and put the cigarette back into the cigarette case.

Do you just sit like that?

Maybe just sit there.

Sit on the ground. It's pretty good, too. Otherwise, after returning home, there are actually a lot of things, these worldly affairs are sometimes full of malice, and he is not willing to face everything, and he also wants to escape from it.

He actually understands women.

Although, apart from understanding that in fact he can not do anything.

Ma Guoliang turned his head and found a small sparrow with a shrunken neck on the window, and the wind blew its feathers to reveal the white feathers inside, and it was shivering. He really wanted to go over and let it in, keep it indoors this winter, give it a bowl of millet and a small glass of water, and it would be enough. It was a gesture for him, and a great favor for the bird. He didn't want it to be a straw ring, maybe it was more to satisfy his vanity. He is strong and can protect the weak. He's a man, and he has this genetic complex.

Despite the fact that he can't actually protect anyone.

The woman finally stood up and had the intention of leaving.

The woman was very thin, and as soon as she stood up, she was even thinner, and her thin back was like a lightning bolt, especially when wrapped in such loose clothes, which made her look like a piece of firewood. The woman's back reminded him of the little bird outside the window, and Ma Guoliang turned around and found that the little bird had flown away and disappeared at some point, as if it had never existed.

Like never existed.

The thought still startled him. Human life is sometimes expensive, and human life can sometimes be cheap. Expensive and cheap are sometimes just a thought. He chased after him.

"Miss Chen!" he called. The voice was a little astringent.

"Wait a minute. ”

He sprinted his face towards the end of the hallway. "Xiao Wang!" he shouted. Someone inside answered him. The face of a young student appeared behind a door, and Ma Guoliang said, "Xiao Wang, go and send Miss Chen." He said.

The man said "hey", then turned around and went back to the house as if he had gone to get something, a coat appeared on his arm, hanging in the crook of his arm, but following behind Chen Mofei, when he walked to the door, Ma Guoliang stopped the little Wang again, and he didn't know what to explain. Xiao Wang glanced at Chen Mofei out of the corner of his eye, nodded, and chased after him.

Chen Mofei went home, and she was sent home by a police car. When she got home, she saw the so-called home that was depressed and deserted, and felt a little panicked and helpless, and a little empty and didn't know what to do. Why did she feel a little cold, so cold, she reached out and added a dress for herself, but she still felt cold.

She stood in front of the window and thought about it for a long time, until she had thought it all through, only to find out what she had been thinking about. She and her mind were like a kite with a broken string, flying aimlessly in the sky, fluttering and disorganized, and extremely clueless, like a mess of threads, from which he could not pick a clue.

Is this how life is going to go?

She asked herself.

However, he himself could not answer himself.

What about the son?

That's her blood and bones, and she has to learn to save herself after all, there's no doubt about it. What's more, the child is so small, and she doesn't know whose hands he is in now. She suspected that it was Kang Ruoran, but Kang Ruoran had already left the country, and unless she found that woman, that woman would have to correct Kang Ruoran. Where to start?

She really didn't know. The police didn't have a clue at all. She turned around, and the wind was howling outside the window, with a whistle, and the slight whistle slapped the window gap, like a snake spitting letters, sizzling. At that moment, her phone rang, and how she had been longing for it to ring lately.

She eagerly picked up the phone, "Hey, who's who?"

"Miss Chen?"

"Yes. She said. "I am. She noticed sweat in her palms. The sweat was cold, wet, and slippery, and she had to change to another hand to hold the phone, but soon, the palm of the other hand was also drenched in sweat. She felt her throat feel slightly dry.

"You're going to sell your house?" asked.

Her heart sank. Yes, she wants to sell her house, she needs funds to find children, she doesn't have no savings in her hands, she wants to leave those savings to her parents, she has grown up so much, it seems that she has not left anything to her parents, she began to understand her parents, especially her mother, maybe a little late.

So many years!

So many years!

She almost muttered to herself.

So many years!

She barely went home. It's not that there's no resentment in it. Now that I think about it, that resentment seems a little ridiculous. Not to mention worth it.

She took a deep breath.

"There was a buyer who wanted to see the house. ”

"Good. ”

She agreed almost without any hesitation.

"What time are you coming?" she asked.

The other person said, "Now." People are here with me. ”

"Good. She said.

Putting down the phone, she wanted to clean up something, but the house didn't seem to have been cleaned up for several days, so she went to the bathroom first and cleaned up the garbage inside, and then went to the kitchen and cleaned up the garbage in the kitchen. Later, she opened the refrigerator and found that there were two lumps of fresh meat in it, which were packed in a crisper bowl, but when she tore off the plastic wrap on it, the meat already tasted. She felt a little sick to her stomach and almost threw up, and then she remembered that she hadn't eaten breakfast, no, she hadn't eaten Chinese food, and she seemed to have not eaten properly for several meals. That's called -----That's right, Chen Qiao, Chen Qiao hasn't appeared for several days. He won't show up again. She felt that she had never known a man so clearly in her life as she did now.

She had never actually known him, but she insisted on finding him, and she insisted on marrying him.

Chen Mofei frowned slightly, frowning and cleaning up the garbage. It didn't take long for the agent to come over with the tenant. She tries to make herself look normal. The shrewd Chen Mofei is back partly. The house is going to be bought by a young couple who look very satisfied with the house. When it came to negotiating the price, let Chen Mofei let it, Chen Mofei didn't want to make the price so quickly, but she was really in a hurry to use the money. Let's just say, I'm really in a hurry to need money, and someone in my family is seriously ill, so let's let some go, but it's not much, and you don't force me to let me let more, you know, now it's not just you.

At this point, Chen Mofei knew that he couldn't go any further.

The intermediary and his party took their leave.

She was left alone in the empty room. It's about doing something. However, what to do?

She didn't know. Later, I went to the kitchen and boiled a small bowl of porridge for myself, thinking that I must have no appetite, but after drinking a mouthful of hot porridge, I realized that I was really hungry. The body is the most honest.

One bowl is not enough. She cooked herself another bowl. Went to the fridge and cut the sausages. After eating, it was as if she had gone to hell and returned to the yang world. She even ate hot in the middle of eating, sweat on her forehead, and her whole body was steaming, she sniffed, but suddenly sadness came from it. Hold your head and start crying.