She'll be fine, right?

I ask the heavens. But the heavens are speechless, and I am a foolish being.

I have no tears left, only hope. I hope I can give her back to me. I kept praying in my heart that all the Chinese and foreign gods would be brought up by me, and that no matter who could bless me, I would like to take the other person as my only refuge in this life.

I am willing to build bridges and pave roads, I am willing to do good deeds, and I am even willing to give her life for three years and five years.

My eyes were dull and empty, I took out her phone, and Xiao Han's words slashed at the tip of my heart like a knife.

"She was calling someone, and as she spoke, she fell in response."

I took the phone out and turned it on, only to find that I couldn't unlock it. I didn't ask her for the password of her mobile phone, she only started to take a smartphone in recent years, and I bought her the latest model of the crazy one, which is said to have a function similar to global positioning, and it can't be used if someone else steals it.

I fell in love with this selling point at the beginning and resolutely helped my mother buy one, because I was afraid that she would be old and unclear, and she would occasionally or often lose everything.

I remember one year when she lost an old Nokia old phone, she was sad, sad, and blamed herself for a long time.

Her child-like expression was carved into my heart like a knife, and I was actually more sad, sad, and remorseful than she was. Because it's not that she has no ability, it's not that she is unproductive, it's not that she is useless as a child, so why bother to make her so helpless in her old age?

It's me who is incompetent and can't give her a decent life.

After I bought her that crazy love movie, she showed off to other people when she met neighbors, three aunts and eight aunts, and relatives who couldn't beat the eight poles.

I also criticized her at the time, saying that she was not exempt from vulgarity.

My mother, however, was in high spirits and didn't notice him, but said, "What's that, at this age, we old guys are just starting to compare ourselves to our children." ”

She just learned to use a smartphone and just watched the news on Moments, so she might as well show off to me proudly: "Daughter, have you read a word?" When you were young, others saw you as the son of whom, and this was used to determine the attitude and respect for you. In the twilight years, it depends on who your children are, and they will use this as a basis to determine their attitude and respect for you. ”

"Qin Yulan's family."

I stood up, but I felt that my legs had already abandoned me and I resolutely left. I don't know how to get to that window, I don't know how I got to it, I just saw the man looking at me with a compassionate look.

There is never an if in this world. I already knew.

But until then, I had hoped for some miracle to befall the world.

God loves the world.

People worship God, love God, and worship God. But my God, why do you see your followers living such miserable lives?

Xiao Han shouted at me loudly, I shouldn't, I hold the pen, I just don't sign, my mind is full of everything, how many times has my mother been critically ill? Did she escape this?

No, no, no, she didn't have this catastrophe in the first place. When I went back and opened the door, she was still standing with a smile on my face as before

noodles, did you eat them? Why did you come back so late. I made the dish you like to eat today, and you can see my mother's craftsmanship, which is not lost at all.

I turned around in a daze, and dropped my pen, completely ignoring the shrill shouting behind me. The voice was familiar and distant, ethereal and illusory. I don't know when or where this body is, when or where this mind is.

I don't know why.

I locked myself in my empty house, missing three people: Huaiping, Zhang Ruolei, and my mother.

Huaiping's room has not moved, what was the same when he left. The peach blossoms are still there, but the human face has long been changed. At that time, I still didn't know why Huaiping left me, and why he never returned.

As for Zhang Ruolei, I don't want to mention him. He suddenly intervened in my life and left suddenly. He came without warning, and left without warning.

I am a person who is so passive, love is the first thing that people propose, and they will get me done in a few words, and I will follow others with all my heart. Leaving is also the first to be proposed, and there is no doubt about it.

And I, what am I? After all these years, what is mine?

Xiao Han sent me countless WeChat messages, and she signed my mother's procedures on my behalf.

I heard that Zhang Ruolei still hasn't come back.

If a person wants to disappear in front of you, he will turn his life into a mud cow.

I don't think I'll ever go back with him. He wasn't there for me when I needed him most. How can I forgive? I will never forgive him for the rest of my life.

As for weddings?

Fuck the wedding.

I don't care even more.

Huaihai also called me, but I didn't reply. The company also looked for me, but I didn't come back. The Zhang family has no leader, whoever loves is the first, I don't care.

I heard that Xiao Han single-handedly handled my mother's funeral, I really don't understand, my mother is not dead, whose funeral she is doing.

I sat on the floor with my knees crossed, watching the sun rise in the east in the morning and become unstoppable by noon, and at night, the afterglow of the setting sun poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and I looked up at the boundless sky and sky outside, and felt that everything was suddenly so good.

Xiao Han said, you still have me, you still have the future, you still have the future.

She told me that a woman's biggest mistake is to live in a life designed by someone else. You have to live yourself, you have to live as yourself. You don't live for anyone, and no one lives just for you. You and your mother are two independent individuals, and we should both respect the beginning and end of life, and of course, the natural laws of life.

I read her messages one by one, but I didn't have the slightest desire to reply to her. After reading it, I still hugged my whole person in a daze, and let myself once again immerse myself in the boundless black velvety dark night.

The world is so far away from me, I want to be out of place.

Later, Xiao Han worked tirelessly on this, and she sent a WeChat message. said: Don't you want to find out the cause of your aunt's death?

I picked it up, finished the phone, threw it on the floor, picked it up again, ran to the entryway cabinet, and began to rummage through the cotton I had worn that day

Clothing.

I remember putting my mother's phone in the pocket of my coat.

As soon as I flipped through it, the fibers of the fabric touched a rectangular solid, and within reach was a cold, hard metallic texture beating against my skin.

I took it out, and then I remembered it again. I can't turn on my mother's phone, what should I do?

But Xiao Han's next WeChat came unexpectedly.

She told me to take the phone with me and meet her somewhere tomorrow, saying that she had prepared the full set of formalities for me to inherit the phone, and then asked the customer service to help me unlock it.

How could she move so fast? She's more interested in the truth than I am. Most importantly, I really want to know what happened in the moment before she had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.

The whole process is not complicated, clean and neat, just like Xiao Han's style of doing things.

The phone was unlocked, and Xiao Han asked me, do you need me to accompany you to witness the truth, or do you deal with and face it alone.

I thought about it for a long time, but I still decided to face and deal with it alone. Xiao Han didn't force me, he only patted me on the shoulder when he left, saying that the dead were gone, and the life of the living would go on no matter how difficult it was. She also said that if you have questions, ideas, and want to find someone to share with, she will definitely be a good choice. Let me believe in her.

I went home by myself and looked at the familiar phone. It is not difficult to find the call record, and it is indeed Zhang Ruolei. The call was not long, only a few tens of seconds.

I frowned and thought about it alone, not knowing what had happened in those tens of seconds, and those tens of seconds had taken the lives of my loved ones. I tried to convince myself that I had to find out the truth, otherwise who would be worthy of being a child?

Several times, I held down Zhang Ruolei's number, but it was never launched. What can you ask of him? He would never tell me the truth.

At the same time, the IQ is coming back step by step, why is Xiao Han so concerned and enthusiastic about this matter? How could it be so coincidental that day, that she was alone in the same elevator as my mother? My mother once spoke loudly to Xiao Han, according to her personality, can she quietly put down the humiliation of that day, and then have no heart to run for her, and even prepare for her?

When I think of this, I can't help but climb up in a cold sweat on my back, how could I leave such a major matter as my mother's funeral to her?

I'm so confused.

I called the administration and asked him about the company's current situation, the administration is one of the few people in this company who I call my so-called, this person is personally recruited by me, there are a few things that are quite beautiful, as far as I can see, with me.

"By the way, the elevator of the unit has a surveillance video!"

I slapped my head and woke up like a big dream.

"That's right."

I said to him, "Let's have surveillance in the elevator of our unit." ”

"Uh...... Yes. ”

He visibly hesitated.

"My mom ...... that day"

"Let's put it this way, Mr. Mei."

He interrupted me.

"All the surveillance footage of the day is missing."

"Missing?"

I felt a chill on the back of my head.

"yes!"

He continued.

"I have notified you of this in WeChat, but you have not replied to me. At that time, my aunt had just ...... In fact, I wanted to discuss with you at the time to delay the burial of my aunt, but later I learned that Xiao Han Xiao always helped take care of the old lady's funeral. ”

"Really?"

I was even more amazed. Busy dialing up the phone to speakerphone, and at the same time opening WeChat. When I looked at it, there was really something like that. I regret it.

Xiao Han and Zhang Ruolei have both commented on me, saying that I am too emotional, which is a fatal and easy to take advantage of my shortcomings.

"Mr. Mei."

The administration said. "What should we do now?"

The word "we" is used well, I put down the phone, planned in my heart, and at the same time regretted it in my heart, how could I play a good hand of cards and let Xiao Han take advantage of the loophole.

(End of chapter)