turned around and walked in front, not forgetting to hold Ning Bing'er's hand tightly.

This is a pair of small hands with a cold breath, a pair of hands that want to cover the heat when they touch it, and a pair of hands that are as smooth as a piece of cold jade.

"Sister, why did Brother Liang Jiaqi let you be here alone?" Ning Bing'er asked with a curious little expression.

The woman walking in front suddenly stopped, turned around and touched Bing'er's head, smiled gently, and the arc raised on the corner of the strong crossbow's mouth was like a curved bow, too deliberate.

This question suddenly made the originally calm woman a little flustered and nervous, and the vagueness in her eyes was not hidden at once.

The man who followed after him once again succeeded in capturing the woman's forbearance and perfunctory, and this woman with a story in her eyes seemed as mysterious as this village.

"Be careful of the field stalk road under your feet, you city people are not used to walking. Wang Cuihua's ability to open the topic seems to be very kind, but unfortunately the far-fetched nature of her words quickly makes people see a hint of clues.

After that, the two talked politely for a few words, although every question was a casual question that was unintentional or curious, Ning Bing'er, whose mind was obviously inconsistent with her age, became more and more confused.

Every time, Wang Cuihua seems to be deliberately guarding herself, and even inadvertently sets a small routine for others in her words, and every time she talks about Liang Jiaqi, Wang Cuihua will choose to avoid the important and light.

even said that she didn't mention it, just a casual question, Wang Cuihua simply bypassed, and then asked again, she always smiled lightly, her expression was always with a touch of sadness, and her face was full of helplessness.

Her sorrow is known only to the wind, and her helplessness is known only to herself.

Following the path, I turned east and west, and finally came to a small renovated adobe house, the paint of the door had just been refreshed, it was very new, and the door had been rebuilt and renovated, and the whole perimeter of the house had been painted with cement and lime, which was in stark contrast to the exposed adobe house next door.

The bamboo forest behind the house is dense and towering, and the wind rustles and the chords are pleasant.

Such a brand new house is inexplicably dazzling and abrupt, perhaps because the house is so new that it looks a little out of place.

It's like a city person who suddenly walks into the rural life, is not used to the simplicity of rural people, wants to decorate, but doesn't come to fruition, just decorate it simply, and suddenly it is very lame.

Full of urban atmosphere, it will not be edified by too primitive local smell.

Standing in the doorway, Yu Guang glanced around, trying to remember the location of the environment in this area.

Years of criminal investigation experience allow Kang Yi to remain vigilant at all times, and such alertness and sharpness allow him to catch secrets that ordinary people can't find at the first time.

Out of nowhere, there was a burst of osmanthus fragrance, which overflowed with fragrance, which made Bing'er stop and look around in obsession, wanting to find where the flower source was?

"What's wrong?" Wang Cuihua asked curiously when she saw the child she was holding with her head tilted her head and looking for something.

"Sister, where is the osmanthus flower?" Ning Bing'er said as she raised her small mouth and pecked her nose hard.

"Like osmanthus?" Wang Cuihua asked lightly, her eyes flickered for a few seconds, and she immediately regained her composure.

"I like it, I like it. Ning Bing'er breathed hard in intoxication, wanting to capture more of the fragrance of flowers.

Osmanthus is Ning Bing'er's favorite flower fragrance, and osmanthus has an unforgettable feeling for Ning Bing'er's past.

Perhaps because of her mother, she has a soft spot for osmanthus.

I still remember when I was a child, my father went out to work to deal with affairs, and my mother always had to take care of the two osmanthus trees outside the door in her free time, and took care of them like her own children.

Her mother used to say, "This is the osmanthus tree that my father planted for her, and this is a symbol of love that commemorates their journey of love." ”

At that time, my father and mother were very affectionate, and I would always sit under the osmanthus tree at the annual birthday celebration to celebrate my birthday.

At that time, my childhood was really beautiful, every time I thought of the scene before the age of five, the corners of Ning Bing'er's mouth would always smile inadvertently, although it was shallow, it was very charming and real.

But the good times didn't last long, with the vigorous development of his father's career, the love of his parents also changed dramatically, like riding a roller coaster, flying straight down, without warning and defense.

There was no buffer, no rehearsal, no rehearsal, and life changed dramatically.

The feeling of a roller coaster going straight to the bottom is exciting and thrilling, and the ups and downs of such a life completely destroy a woman's fragile nerves.

Since then, my mother has been in a slump, but she is busy with work and family, while my father rarely appears at home.

Every time she watched her mother hide under the osmanthus tree and quietly wipe her tears, Ning Bing'er's weak heart was like a lightning strike, stinging her heart and powerless.

She struggled to call her father again and again, either busy or busy.

From not seeing my father for a day and losing my temper, to a week or a month, it gradually became a long time without seeing my father.

Suddenly, when I saw my father at a family gathering, I would have an inexplicable sense of strangeness and distance, and slowly, Bing'er saw that her father was far away from him and didn't dare to get closer.

Sadly, her father did not make any effort because of Ning Bing'er's estrangement, and finally saw her mother die in a hospital bed in despair, and she did not wait for her father to come in person.

A five-year-old child, the despair in her heart chilled her heart, and this cone pain made her face the world from now on.

The next blow was even greater, the mother had not left for a week, Yuan Xuefei, a strange woman, became the rightful Mrs. Ning in the family, and the boy who was older than herself became her brother.

This mother, who has no blood relationship, broke into her life like this, and slowly tortured her mind from the bits and pieces.

What's even more infuriating is that the day after their mother and son came in, they personally dug up the two osmanthus trees.

Watching the messy osmanthus flowers fall to the ground, those fine white petals floating on the ground, slowly suspended in the air with the wind, and finally dispersed with the wind in no direction.

Running and chasing in despair, but unfortunately it is still useless, how can the weak self fight against the sky?

When I was tired of running, I fell, knelt on the ground, picked up the small flowers on the ground, protected them one by one on my chest, and held them in the palm of my hand, as if my mother was with me.

And that handful of osmanthus petals is still lying quietly in her treasure chest.

That was the only thing she thought of her mother, and it was also the truest memory of her mother.

She didn't dare to smell the fragrance of osmanthus for many years, for fear of sadness!

I'm afraid to think of the painful past, and I'm always deliberately avoiding it.

Today, smelling the long-lost fragrance of osmanthus makes people feel comfortable for a while, but when I think of the miserable experience of my childhood, I am inexplicably sentimental.

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