It wasn't until much later that Qu Xi understood what the system said about the possible consequences of changing the past. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Charlotte was alive, but dead, from herself, to her mother.

Wen Yan.

Wen Yan died at the hands of Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian is an addict who lives opposite Wenyan, who is addicted to drugs, and he also drags his wife to take drugs. What's even more outrageous is that because of the lack of drug money, he actually forced his wife to sell yin to earn money and buy drugs.

Before changing history, Qu Xi asked Wen Yan to report Zhang Xian.

After changing history, Wen Yan died under the hallucinations caused by Zhang Xian's excessive drug use.

And Wang Yannian still lives in a small house, surviving for a long time.

The damned, the undeserved, the punished, and the unpunished, are swapped in the long river of history, and in the end, they are balanced.

Xia Luo became an orphan, Qu Xi has been playing the image of the sister of the neighborhood committee in front of her, and later adopted Xia Luo by her side through complicated procedures and the "information replacement" function of the last 15 points of the system.

The six-year-old girl lost her father and mother, as well as her joy.

Many times, Qu Xi wonders, is it good or bad to change history by himself?

*

In the middle of winter.

On that day, Qu Xi got up early. She finished dressing and began to carefully find clothes for Charlotte. finally found black clothes and black pants from the clothes at the bottom of the box, and Charlotte woke up at this time.

"Sister." Charlotte rubbed her eyes and sat up.

"Wake up." Qu Xi lowered her eyes, hugged her clothes, and was about to dress Xia Luo.

"Luo'er will come by herself." Xia Luo obediently picked up the sweater and put it on her body, a little head struggled out of the collar, and her clear eyes were watery: "Sister, today we ...... Are you going to see your mother? ”

Qu Xi's heart ached, and she stood up: "Well, take Luo'er to see her mother." ”

With that, she twisted open the bedroom door and went out.

Charlotte was dressed in a few moments, carrying a small satchel on her back. Qu Xi let her have breakfast, and then one big and one small, holding hands, slowly walked on the road to the cemetery.

The last time I visited, the maple leaves were still paved on both sides of the road like a red glow, but now it is gray and has lost all life as far as the eye can see. Qu Xi walked slowly in the cold wind, walking, feeling the palpitations caused by the misflow of time.

The last time I came, it was your daughter who was mourning, and this time...... But it's you.

Qu Xi stood in front of the tombstone, looking at the lonely stone monument, and thought in his heart.

Charlotte crouched on the ground and took out a number of things from her backpack and placed them on the stone slab in front of the tombstone. There are cigarettes that she saved up for Qu Xi to buy, saying that she was her mother's favorite before she quit smoking; and her paintings, on which are her parents and herself; And also...... Qu Xi's eyes flashed, and she saw the stitched cross-stitch purse.

The same pattern, the same color, from the same person.

It's just that time and space have changed, and everything has changed.

Qu Xi didn't say anything, just silently watched Xia Luo lay out all the "gifts", and heard her low voice narrating. Qu Xi suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if someone had grabbed her heart.

She looked up at the sky.

Gray sky, gloomy clouds.

She remembered the woman's reaction that night when she first showed Wen Yan that she could save Charlotte.

At that time, Wen Yan was angry.

She felt that this was Qu Xi's revenge on her, revenge on her, sarcasm on her, sarcasm on her, a bad mother, a woman who was not qualified to be a mother.

But then...... The woman scolded and scolded, and then she cried, and then, she agreed.

"Sister." Charlotte stood up, tilted her head, and looked at Qu Xi.

"Did you say good things to your mother?" Qu Xi touched Xia Luo's head.

"Hmm."

Qu Xi glanced at Xia Luo carefully, found that her expression was calm, and sighed slightly in her heart, so she took her hand and walked home.

After sending Xia Luo home, Qu Xi instructed Wu Shuang a few words, and then went downstairs again.

She got into a cab and drove her to the suburbs at a rapid pace. The high-rise buildings were gradually replaced by low-rise bungalows, and after several turns on the dirty and narrow road, I finally came to a dilapidated house.

"Little girl, what are you doing here?" The driver's uncle really couldn't see it, and finally asked a question when collecting the money.

But he soon found that the young woman sitting in the passenger seat suddenly bowed her head and pursed her lips at the time of his questioning—judging from his years of experience in observing words and feelings, if he was not mistaken, this woman should be very angry now.

"I'm here to see an old friend." A silent female voice came.

The driver was stunned, and immediately handed over the change tremblingly: "Then, then you go slowly." ”

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away with a "boom".

Qu Xi looked up at the crumbling and dilapidated house, paced slowly, and walked up to the second floor.

On a rusty iron door, a few numbers were written crookedly in chalk.

“202”

Qu Xi did not hesitate at all, and reached out and knocked on the door.

The thin iron door was buzzing and shaking violently, bringing down the dust from the old wall next to it. Qu Xi kept knocking, knocking, and there was the kind of energy that wouldn't stop if he didn't knock on the door.

Eventually, there was a whisper in the room, accompanied by a series of incomparable curses, followed by a "grunt" sound, as if something was rolling on the floor from far and near.

The door shook a few times and opened.

The golden afternoon sun crept into the house, but was quickly swallowed up by the darkness inside. Between the light and shadow, it was an old man over half a hundred years old, his hair was not yet completely white, black and white were mixed, and he was greasy and greasy on his scalp. His eyes are blank, the corners of his eyes are thick with eye droppings, and his face is sallow and sallow.

Qu Xi looked down and saw the legs in his wheelchair.

His trousers were empty, and his legs were twisting weakly, as if he had lost all his vitality.

"You little X! Knock knock, knock what knock! I'll make you ......" a barrage of expletives rushed out of his dry lips.

Qu Xi took a slight step forward, revealing from the backlight.

The curse came to an abrupt end.

The man's mouth was wide open, and his whole face was distorted in horror.

"You...... You ......" He stumbled to speak, but it was as if someone had caught his throat and could only utter hoarse syllables.

Qu Xi smiled faintly, looking as pure as a kitten.

"I'm relieved to see that you're not doing well."

She said.