The signboard of the store and the brilliant lights in the store intertwined on the faces of the two from time to time, and Guo Yanfang's expression remained monotonous and calm when he looked at it, without any waves.

Guo Yanfang in Jiang Futing's memory loves to laugh very much, but the middle-aged man in front of him has never seen him smile.

"Why did you want to come here?" Jiang Futing asked with a leisurely step.

"That's it...... Guo Yanfang sighed with emotion, and said slowly: "Ah Ping was hit and killed on the opposite road. ”

Jiang Futing tightened the armrest of the wheelchair, and the picture of being hit by the car flashed clearly in his mind, the moment the car rushed over, the moment his body pounced on the child on the side, and the deafening loud noise after the violent impact.

His steps unconsciously slowed down a lot, and a vague and gentle voice came from front of him, "He died to see me." ”

Jiang Futing suddenly stopped, his dark eyes explored the back in front of him, and his heart was like a boulder: "Why do you think so?" ”

Guo Yanfang sighed lightly, his lonely appearance mixed with indescribable guilt: "If he hadn't come, he wouldn't have met the child who was going to have a car accident, and he wouldn't have died." ”

"You've always thought so?" Jiang Futing walked again, slowly pushing the wheelchair.

"If only I hadn't told him the address." Guo Yanfang slowly raised his head and blinked, his bloodshot eyes were a little red.

"No if." Jiang Futing denied his idea without hesitation, and his tone was rare and gentle: "He is very happy to receive the letter, if there is no letter......

Jiang Futing paused as he spoke, and the guilt and expectation that had been pressed in the past four or five months filled his whole body, "He can't get past it in his life." ”

"But he managed to keep that life, and now he doesn't even have his life." Guo Yanfang's voice trembled a little.

Jiang Futing stretched out a hand and put it on his shoulder: "He left with a clear conscience." He died because he saved people, not you. ”

Guo Yanfang's trembling body froze: "He told you?" ”

"I see it, and I feel it." Jiang Futing said softly.

The mall had already finished shopping inadvertently, he stopped at the door, squatted down and covered the blanket pressed on Guo Yanfang's body, and after confirming that he would not catch a cold, he raised his head and looked at him, his eyes flashed firmly: "Don't think like this in the future, he won't feel at ease down there when he knows it." ”

"Then he ......" Guo Yanfang said dryly, and the distress and care that had been suppressed for decades almost overflowed into his mouth: "Is he okay down there?" ”

"It's good." Jiang Futing hooked the corner of his lower lip at him and smiled very softly.

It's probably very good, Xu Ping's soul has cultivated ghosts, done good deeds all his life, and has not made any big mistakes, and Bai Tang has never said anything special.

"That's good." Guo Yanfang muttered.

Jiang Futing stood up and patted the ash that might have stuck under his knees: "Let's go, I'll send you back." ”

"I'm sorry for you." Guo Yanfang was a little tired

Close your eyes.

The moment he walked out, the cold wind outside swept over all of a sudden, and Jiang Futing subconsciously tucked the blanket on his body again.

It was already too dark to cast a glimmer of light, and a thin layer of clouds had been covered during the day, but now it seemed to be pressed more tightly, and there was a rare smell of moisture in the dry air, probably snowing again.

Jiang Futing looked at the weather forecast on his mobile phone, and there was snow in the second half of the night that might last until the morning after tomorrow, and it would cool down on a large scale.

However, it doesn't seem to matter whether it drops or not, the weather has frozen like this, and most people can't make a difference between one more and one less, and it's about the same whether it's cold or cold.

When sending Guo Yanfang downstairs, Jiang Futing was already very familiar with the way, Guo Yanfang's wheelchair happened to be electric, and there was an automatic stair-climbing device, and Jiang Futing still saw him go to the entrance of the building in line with the principle of safety.

After observing all the way, Guo Yanfang's actions were very skillful, and it was obviously not the first day to go up and down the stairs alone.

Probably when Guo Changhuan was not at home, he always went out alone and came back alone after shopping.

Since Jiang Futing first came here, he hadn't seen Guo Yanfang's wife, and probably passed away, so he didn't dare to ask more about these things that revealed people's scars.

Guo Yanfang had enough painful things, so he let these things be buried permanently in the soil that did not see the light of day, and never came out again.

The moment the door was opened, a dull, rotten smell emanated from the room, just as the stench itself was unbearable.

It's a familiar smell.,It's exactly the same as the taste of the first two times.,In addition to the sour and rancid smell there's also a thick gray dead air.,Normal people in such a place don't want to come a second time when they come once.。

All the vitality seems to be swallowed up by this gloomy atmosphere, which makes people breathless, and completely extinguishes the hope of human life.

The curtains in the living room are still half drawn, and at first glance it is a very deliberate action, Xu Ping has obviously left, but Guo Yanfang is still looking forward to something, always ready.

It's like one day, Xu Ping will reappear when he is unprepared.

The things on the coffee table are still a little messy, it looks like no one is taking care of it, it is much messier than the first two times, and the black handprints in the house are gone.

It was probably all sorted out by Xu Ping before, and Guo Changhuan's work seemed to be very busy.

Jiang Futing swept his eyes, and he didn't know what they wanted and what they didn't, so he could only roughly classify it, and it took half an hour to clean up the living room alone.

When he reacted to the time, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrate.

Jiang Futing took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, it was almost seven o'clock, and the caller displayed was Bai Tang, "Hey." ”

"Aren't you coming back for dinner tonight?" Bai Tang held his mobile phone and seemed to be groping for something.

Jiang Futing could hear the sound of opening the refrigerator and the sparse plastic bag, and the corners of his eyebrows, which were somewhat depressed by the room, finally raised: "

I'll be back right away. ”

"Okay, then I'll do your part." Bai Tang cut off the phone as he spoke.

Jiang Futing put away his mobile phone, Guo Yanfang was still sitting quietly watching him, Guo Changhuan still didn't come back, but his expression didn't have any dissatisfaction and anxiety, probably he was used to it a long time ago.

Jiang Futing went to his kitchen to take a look: "Guo Changhuan, will you come back to cook at night?" ”

"Look." Guo Yanfang said lightly, what he eats, whether he eats or not, he doesn't care anymore.

Guo Changhuan sometimes remembers, he will order takeout for him, and if he is busy and forgets, he will wait until about nine o'clock to bring him some fried rice on the street or something.

Jiang Futing was a little unhappy immediately after hearing this, and just wanted to open the refrigerator door to pause, turned his head and asked, "Didn't she promise to come back at noon and night that day?" ”

Guo Yanfang pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled helplessly: "At first, it was a day or two, but she was busy with work, and I couldn't urge her, and it was not easy for her, her mother ......"

He rubbed his eyes and said as easily as possible: "At that time, she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and her mother died of cancer. ”

Jiang Futing didn't speak, just stood there and looked at him.

The light bulbs on the ceiling don't seem to be in good contact, flickering from time to time, making a "bang" sound.

Only the man's weak sigh was left in the room: "She didn't go to school after finishing the high school exam, and then she worked everywhere, and she started as a small worker at the beginning without a degree, but fortunately she herself is more hardworking, and now she is a project manager, but in addition to work, she came back to take care of me, and she hasn't been in love for so many years." ”

"I sometimes wonder if I'm a drag on her, her life has been revolving around me, and she can live a happier life without me. She has not had a life of her own since she was a teenager. ”

"No, it won't. You're her dad, and you'll have hope when she comes home. ”

Jiang Futing opened the refrigerator door and looked at the vegetables inside, there were not many types, but it was okay to simply stir-fry, and then take a taxi back to Bai Tang after frying.

Thinking that the person at home is also waiting for him, whether he is going back to his own home, or going back to Bai Tang's house after living in Bai Tang, the joy and expectation of going home to see the person he wants to see, and the warmth brought to him by someone who is familiar and trusted, can wash away all the unbearable and all the hardships of the day.

Jiang Futing took out a few dishes that were convenient and quick to make, paused and turned back to him and added, "If you're not there, she's really alone." ”

"Really?" Guo Yanfang muttered in a trance, turning his wheelchair with his back to him and constantly wiping his face, as if wiping his tears.

After Jiang Futing prepared dinner for Guo Yanfang, he got into the car as soon as he went out, and after getting out of the car, he didn't have time to carry his schoolbag, and followed Yang Linsheng sideways, but accidentally bumped into a middle-aged woman on the side of the road when he was running.

"Ouch! How do you walk! Don't even look at the road! Aunt Zhang squatted on the ground with a distressed face and picked up the basket

Beans spilled out of the seeds.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Futing squatted down and hurriedly picked up things for her.

Auntie heard his voice, raised her head and said in surprise: "Xiao Jiang! It turned out to be you, it's okay! It's okay! Auntie picks it up herself. Are you in a hurry to go back to dinner, I was still upstairs listening to Tang Tang scolding you! ”

"What did he scold?" Jiang Futing continued to pick up the beans and asked, a few beans had been stained with a lot of mud, he specially pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over to her to wipe it.

"Oh, don't waste it so much, just take the water and flush it later! You said Tang Tang. Aunt Zhang politely turned around and returned to the topic: "Just say that you won't say hello when you come back late, I think you don't know how to be polite now." But seeing that he wasn't really angry, he just said it in passing. ”

If you say it by the way, outsiders can hear it?

Jiang Futing picked up the beans and helped her up, "I know, you slow down." ”

"Hey! Then I'm leaving! Aunt Zhang happily hugged the vegetable basket, and turned around and waved at him with a smirk.

When he returned to Bai Tang's house, the upstairs was quite quiet, but he could detect the smell of Bai Tang and the smell of food floating down from upstairs......

Jiang Futing walked up directly, the door on the third floor was not closed, half-hidden there, and a beam of light from the room in the dark staircase penetrated through the narrow gap, shining a bright straight line on the stairs.

When Jiang Futing opened the door, Bai Tang was sitting in front of the computer with headphones on his headphones, watching the computer game, and the small coffee table by the window was piled up with steaming meals.

(End of chapter)