Leaving Qiu's house, the book kite went back to the maple forest directly, didn't rush into the house, sat on the edge of the flower garden in the courtyard and smoked, and unconsciously the cigarette butts were scattered all over the ground, but she was like an addiction and couldn't stop.

It's rare that Ke Lan is not there, and no one cares about her, so she acts recklessly.

The doctor's advice came to mind: "Don't smoke, don't drink, and keep a good attitude." ”

She was a little annoyed, lit another cigarette, took two puffs and threw it on the ground and twisted it with her foot.

It was a cold time in October, and a gust of wind came out, and the book kite shrunk his shoulders and walked into the house.

After the book kite returned to the house, his clothes and shoes fell to the ground and fell directly on the sofa, ready to squint for a while.

Xu is tired and tired, and he falls asleep unconsciously.

She had a nightmare in which everyone told her to die and scolded her......

There are Nie Qing, Qiu Ting, Qiu Qishan...... There was also a man standing behind the crowd.

The man hiding behind the crowd gradually revealed his face. It was her father, and he scolded her with a look of disgust: "Book kite, you murderer, go and die!" ”

The book kite was frightened awake, there was still a glimmer of light outside the window, she was sweating all over her body, sweat was running down her face on her forehead, and her hair was sticky and greasy on her face.

She flipped out her phone, and the time showed that she had only been squinting for less than an hour.

The book kite took a simple shower and changed into clean clothes.

The time on her mobile phone pointed to 5 p.m., she changed into sneakers, grabbed her car keys and went out.

The book kite drove around the city center for an unknown number of laps, round and round, aimlessly.

Like a child who gets lost and can't go home, he is discarded and doesn't care.

The book kite didn't know how long it was, until it was getting dark, and she turned around and drove to another place.

Cemetery.

The weather was already cold, but in the cemetery, it was even more eerie, and the cold wind blew on the face like a knife.

The book kite shuddered, took the flower in his arms, and walked to the innermost part of the cemetery.

Shu Zhixiang likes to be lively, and when he died, his family had no money, and the cemetery was cheap, and it was more deserted.

The book kite circled for a few minutes, came to the tomb of Shu Zhixiang, half-bent down, and placed the intact flower in his arms in front of the tombstone.

It had rained last night, and the tomb was a little damp, so the book kite squatted down and curled up with the words on Mosha's tombstone.

"Old man Shu, Ruan Ruan has come to see you."

All that responded to her was the rustling of leaves blown by the cold wind.

The book kite sat on the ground, her forehead resting on the tombstone, and the strong wind blew her long loose hair, revealing the corners of her red eyes.

She stiffly hooked the corners of her mouth, her eyes were blank, she choked up, and seemed to say to herself: "Dad, Ruan Ruan really has no home this time." ”

Without Dad, Mom is someone else's.

The voice was filled with endless desolation, and it could not be blown away by the unbridled wind.

For a long time, the book kite shivered coldly, but he didn't want to leave, so he leaned on the tombstone and quietly looked at the dark distance.

As if I was tired and sleepy as before, I leaned on Shu Zhixiang's shoulder and fell asleep.

When I woke up, everything was still the best.

Shu Kite raised his head and stared at the smiling photo of Shu Zhixiang on the tombstone, and his eyes that had endured for a long time instantly couldn't be contained.

With a crying voice, "Old man Shu, you said, if that child is still alive, will I be able to live with peace of mind?" ”

How nice it would be if that child was still alive!

But it's only if, and it can only be if, because there is no if.

She was full of guilt for that child, and if she could do it again, she hoped that the one who fell in a pool of blood was herself.