When Jing Chu received a call from his mother, he had just been writing a report on the closure of the case, and after staying up for several days in a row, the members of the team went home to catch up on sleep, leaving Jing Chu alone in the office of the criminal police brigade.

"The little girl is just about to enter her third year of high school this year, and she has become an orphan before she reaches adulthood," his mother sighed again and again, "I happen to be in the same city as you, since you don't want to come back, take care of her by the way." ”

Jing Chu is dispensable for this, but since he is the daughter of his mother's deceased, he doesn't mind taking care of one or two: "Okay, you give me the address." ”

"Help more, the little girl has no father or mother, I don't know how to be bullied, if the family is in trouble, you can help." His mother advised, "Also, don't scare people. ”

Jing Chu pinched the bridge of his nose and said with a smile: "I know." "He doesn't look like three or five thick, and I don't know why the girls on the team are trembling when they see him, it's really a fuss.

At her mother's behest, Jing Chu went to visit the girl who had recently been orphaned and lived in the city's old town according to the address after writing the closing report.

Nancheng is also a famous metropolis in the world, in recent years, the speed of development is like a rocket, many places have been demolished and rebuilt, but in a place near the east seems to have been magically cast by time, slowing down the pace of development, still retaining the temperament of a hundred years ago.

However, it is inevitable that there will be chaotic planning, poor environment, and bad traffic in the old city, Jing Chu's car can't drive into the intersection, he thought about it, pulled over, and took the address to find a place.

The other party lives in a very old community, cats and dogs are rampant, pooping and peeing everywhere, and they are dragged like uncles in the middle of the road, and a husky saw Jing Chu and spewed at him, not to mention more.

Jing Chu rarely came to this area, followed the address into the corridor, the light inside was very dim, he walked to the sixth floor, which is also the highest building, and knocked on the door.

The door inside opened, and through the old-fashioned security door, he saw a rather beautiful face, the kind of beauty that made people hold their breath at first glance.

"Come in." She opened the security door and let him in.

Jing Chu stood outside the door and didn't move: "You still don't know who I am." He furrowed his brow slightly, obviously unhappy that she was so unguarded.

"You're a cop." The girl swept the floor with a dustpan and a broom, "I saw your picture in the newspaper. ”

I see. Jing Chu frowned and looked at this cramped environment, which was only about fifty or sixty square meters in size, with urns, spiritual seats, and photos on the table in the living room, a small bedroom, a small kitchen, and a small bathroom, but they were very clean.

He stood there with a height of more than one meter and eight meters, as if he felt small everywhere: "You are Yang Mianmian." ”

"Hmm." She looked up, "What's the matter?" ”

She is only 1.6 meters at most, she is small, wearing a T-shirt and cropped pants, and a ponytail, she is so beautiful, and that face makes people feel dangerous for her when they see it.

Jing Chu thought about it, and introduced himself first: "I'm Jing Chu, and my mother used to be classmates with your mother, so I'll see if there is anyone who can help." ”

She looked up at him, "There's nothing to help with." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, the toilet is broken, the old dripping water, you haven't fixed it." A voice whispered to her.

Yang Mianmian rolled her eyes.

The other party didn't care, and continued to propose: "There also seems to be a broken TV, the screen is old, and you didn't say when you would take it to repair." ”

Yang Mianmian almost wanted to roll her eyes twice, that old-fashioned TV was so heavy, it was good to take it out and hold it down again.

"Mianmian~(>_<)~ The dripping water is so uncomfortable."

"Jing Chu is very good, his face is cold and his heart is hot, he won't refuse." An unfamiliar voice joined, sweet and soft.

All right. Yang Mianmian held the broom in one hand and asked seriously: "There is one thing." ”

Jing Chu listened attentively.

"My toilet is broken, old dripping, can you help me fix it?"

Three minutes later, Jing Chu took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and helped her repair the toilet, Yang Mianmian stood next to him and handed him tools, he asked, "Isn't your father sad when he dies?" ”

"Don't be sad." She said calmly, "People always die." ”

Jing Chu could see that she was not lying, but she was so affectionate that he inevitably looked at her twice with great concern. There was no sadness or pain in her eyes, and she was as calm as if it was not her relatives who died: "Okay." ”

"And my TV." She was really polite, and she really got aroused when she said she wanted to help.

Jing Chu repaired the toilet and TV for her, and asked with a smile, "Is there anything else you can help with?" ”

She thought about it seriously and replied, "No, thank you." ”

"Then I'm leaving." Jing Chu picked up his coat, thought about it and said, "I'll leave you a mobile phone number, you can call me if you have something, girls should be careful when they are alone at home, don't open the door to people casually." ”

Yang Mianmian is so beautiful, the old city is safe and chaotic, Jing Chu has an occupational disease, she nagged a few more words, and by the way, she reached out and asked her for a mobile phone.

She was at a loss: "What? ”

"Don't you have a cell phone?"

"Nope." She found a notebook and asked him to leave his name and phone number.

When he walked out of the door, Jing Chu couldn't help but wonder, is he already old and can't figure out what the little girl is thinking now, or does Yang Mianmian's name sound very soft, but she is actually a rebellious girl?

Yang Mianmian, who didn't know that Jing Chu was worried about it, threw the broom and went to the kitchen to get water, she didn't turn on the faucet, the water flowed down from the water pipe, just when the kettle was full at eight points, she plugged in the electric kettle and continued to sweep the floor.

"Mianmian, are you unhappy?" The toilet flushed again, a little worried, "I don't leak." ”

Yang Mianmian didn't even raise her eyelids: "Don't flush the water, the water bill is very expensive, my father is dead, and there is no alimony." ”

Flush toilet: "Σ(°△°|||) _I'm sorry! ”

"Mianmian, if you don't have any money, sell me." The old TV tried to comfort her, "There are people downstairs who come to collect scrap every day, and I should be able to sell them for a few hundred dollars." ”

Yang Mianmian rubbed her forehead: "I won't sell you, you're okay, let's watch a TV series." ”

The TV bar clicked on, and automatically jumped a few stations, putting on the most popular palace fighting drama, Yang Mianmian actually didn't have much heart to watch it, and continued to sweep the floor.

Finally cleaned up, and the refrigerator said, "Mianmian, you have nothing to eat, go to the supermarket and buy some." ”

She opened the refrigerator door, and sure enough, there were only a few eggs and milk left: "Order takeout, I don't want to cook." ”

Dinner is fried rice noodles at the entrance of the community, salty and unpalatable, Yang Mianmian poked the rice noodles in the plastic lunch box: "I can't eat it, why is it so unpalatable today?" ”

The white foam lunch box whispered: "The boss raised a junior outside, and the proprietress was unhappy when she found out, and she quarreled with the boss today and overturned the salt shaker." ”

"......" Yang Mianmian thought of the fat boss in the store, "Will such a person have a junior?" ”

"Not really." The lunch box sighed, a little sentimental, "I have been a husband and wife for more than 20 years, and the children are all in elementary school, so there is such a thing." ”

Yang Mianmian shook her head, packed the lunch box and packed it away, it took care of her: "Throw me in the garbage can, don't throw it outside, if you can, don't break me, I'll be in pain." ”

"Got it." Yang Mianmian neatly tied the lunch box with a plastic bag and tied a bow.

The lunch box was a little happy: "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome."

Plastic lunch boxes do not have a long lifespan, and after being used, they will be used as landfills, ending this short life.

Everything in the world has a cycle of life and death, and the life of many things is much shorter than that of people, just like a lunch box, every day there are countless white foam lunch boxes born, and there are countless used lunch boxes that die, the lunch box she uses today is more lively, and she is willing to say a few words, but there are also lunch boxes that die quietly, and have never said a word in their lives.

In Yang Mianmian's eyes, she has to experience many partings every day, and after saying a few words to the lunch box today, she will never meet again in the future, so she has experienced a lot of life and death, how can she expect her to be sad for the death of a father who has never seen a few times.

After dinner, the street lamp outside the window was lit up, Yang Mianmian sat at the desk to write homework, and the table lamp, which was a little old, tried to make her light brighter, so that her eyes would not be too burdened.

Everyone quietly did not disturb her homework.

"Mianmian." Eraser whispered to her.

Yang Mianmian raised her head from the vast sea of exercises: "What's wrong?" ”

"(┳_┳) Mianmian, I'm too young to accompany you anymore." There was only a little bit of the original beautiful white eraser left, and it was already very difficult to erase.

Yang Mianmian put down the pen and took it in his hand: "There is only a little bit left." ”

"Hmm." It rubbed her fingers, "Put me with everyone, I'm sorry, I can't be with you anymore." ”

"It's okay."

Yang Mianmian opened the drawer, and inside was a neatly placed iron pencil case, and she put this eraser in the outermost pencil case, which was neatly stacked with erasers, pencil heads, and empty correction fluid boxes.

"Goodbye."

She said to the eraser, the big white eraser trying to squeeze out a smile: "Goodbye, Mianmian, goodbye o(* ̄▽ ̄*)o"

Another separation.

No one spoke, no one cried, and the room was silent, as if everyone was using silence to bid farewell to an old friend.

And they are not sad, because for an eraser, it has been doing its duty well, and it is a matter of joy that it has been honorably retired.

For them, the eraser can be used up well, the pencil can be written down to a short section, and the correction fluid can use all its strength to correct the last word, and that kind of fate is something to be proud of.

Such a death is a sacred thing.

Yang Mianmian opened the laptop and logged in to the account, the mug in her hand had been with her for more than a year, with a lively personality, it broke the silence in the room, and asked curiously: "Mianmian, what are you doing?" ”

"Make money." Yang Mianmian picked up the cup and took a sip of water, "My dad's money is all for that woman, she will definitely not give it to me, from today on, we will make our own money." ”

Mug nodded as if he didn't understand: "Oh." "I don't know how strong it is, it's a stock or something, it seems to be very powerful.