As the sun sets, the blue sky is finally dyed a blood-red, such a beautiful scenery, through the gap in the curtains, falls into a pair of gray pupils, particularly dazzling, like the monstrous firelight, very dazzling, very dazzling.

In the dark room, a thin figure sat on the cold floor, holding her legs, her soul was not relieved, and the words of the police comrade were still echoing in her mind.

Ms. Xia, I'm sorry, your husband, it wasn't as you said, he was separated, and we confirmed that he had died in this explosion.

This sentence, like a thunderbolt from the sky, shattered all her hopes and made the living unbelievable.

How could he die?

All of this is fake, isn't it?

It's like playing on TV, he may have faked his death or been rescued, but people have to admit the fact that they were at the scene of the explosion, although they did not recognize Hu Weicheng's bombed body, they found personal belongings related to him.

There is his phone and the screen is broken......

The figure in the dark picked up the mobile phone, and the screen was like a spider's web, which made people can't help but get goosebumps.

She tentatively pressed the power button, and suddenly, the screen flashed, and a pleasant sound came out of the earpiece.

It can also be turned on......

No password, go straight to the ......

Missed calls, 66+......

The last phone call, from her.

And his watch, which stopped forever at 1:15.

She put down her phone and picked up the watch, on it, there was his breath, so nostalgic.

Eventually, her gaze rested on his purse, the only thing that had been preserved, only, on the surface, stained with some dust.

She put down her watch, picked up her purse again, and wiped it lightly with her sleeve, but the stains on it could not be wiped clean.

Heart, inexplicably uncomfortable.

She pursed her lips and opened her wallet, which contained his bank card, his money, and ...... A small piece of paper fell to the ground, and she picked it up and found that it was a photo, a 7-inch ID photo about her.

But, the question is, why is there a photo of her in his wallet, or a 7-inch ID photo?

This is an unanswered question, and when she thinks of this, her nose is sore, because she doesn't even keep a photo of him.

She put her purse back on the ground, hugged her legs, and didn't speak, but in her mind, it was already upside down.

Xia Xiaoyu, are you a broom star?

Why do all the people around you suffer so much because of you?

Dad died suddenly......

Mom is having a rough ......

Zhang Hengbo was forced to leave the country......

Now, Hu Weicheng has also been blown up and only a pile of flesh and bones remains, unrecognizable, maybe, even his own mother can't recognize it......

Yes, the person she loves will either have a bad fate or die a sudden and tragic death......

Is it a coincidence, or is it fate?

If I had never been in this world, wouldn't it be their fate that would be another opportunity.

It's cold......

It hurts my heart, but that's it.

The man in the darkness suddenly buried his head in his knees, closed his eyes, and still fell into the boundless mire, unable to extricate himself.

……

Compared to the darkness and silence in the house, outside the house, the lights were bright, Mao Xiaobai was sitting on the sofa, and the three children were surrounding him, like finches in the trees, chirping, endlessly.

"Uncle, is my godmother angry?"

Since the police uncle brought them to the godmother, the godmother's face was very ugly, and she didn't say a word, and even, after returning home, she locked herself in the house and never came out again, whether it was the uncle or God bless Tianxin, she didn't pay attention to knocking on the door.

The child is naturally sensitive, and when he senses that something is wrong, he begins to wonder if they ran out of the kindergarten secretly, which is why he made his godmother sad.

"Coke, can you tell me to be quiet for a while?"

Facing the inquiring eyes of the three children, Mao Xiaobai also felt a headache, and he rubbed his temples, hoping to relieve the inexplicable irritability.

"Uncle, are you bullying your godmother?" Something suddenly came to mind, and Super Cola asked.

"I'll go, little bunny, how could I bully your godmother?"

Mao Xiaobai said that he was wronged, no matter how he looked at it, he showed his talent, and his face was pleasant, so he almost wrote the words I am a good person on his face.

Why in the eyes of children, he has become a man who bullies a woman, is he such a scumbag?

He bullied his sister paper, that's pure nonsense.

The child wants to know the answer, but he can't give them an answer at the moment, because he doesn't know how to explain the cause and effect to the child.

After all, when it comes to the news of the death of the father of the two children, to outsiders, it is just a death, because, every day, someone is dying, but for relatives, it is a bolt from the blue, he may not be able to empathize, but he is an adult who knows how to empathize.

Could it be that in order to clear his name, he didn't bully their godmother and mother, so he told them very bluntly that because the father of the two children died, their godmother and mother couldn't vent their pain, so they locked themselves in the house and didn't come out?

He was afraid that when the time came, the mother would be crazy, and the baby would also leave a lifetime of psychological shadows, and he would not do the sinful things.

Just when he had a headache and didn't know what to do, finally, looking forward to the stars and the moon, he looked forward to Yu Jiaojiao and Xiao Nannan.

He hurriedly hugged the child away, and greeted him as if he saw a relative, "Jiaojiao, Nanfang, you are finally here!" ”

Yu Jiaojiao glanced at Mao Xiaobai, and then, staggered to meet him, and then sat directly on the sofa, throwing away the piles of work, obviously unhappy, and then said with a cold face, "Say, what's the matter, it's worth a phone call from you, summon us in a hurry, say it first, if this matter is not important, I'll let you experience, why are the flowers so red." ”

Xiao Nannan probably guessed something, but he didn't say anything, and he also stood aside, waiting for an answer.

Mao Xiaobai was just about to speak, but unexpectedly, Uncle Pit's nephew had already betrayed him first, "Beautiful aunt, I know I know, my uncle bullied my godmother, and then my godmother locked herself in the room and didn't come out." ”

When the words fell, a sharp gaze shot at Mao Xiaobai, who felt his head fluttering, and hurriedly explained, "I said, Miss Jiao, don't listen to the child's nonsense, how can I bully my sister paper, this matter is a long story." ”

"Well, long story short." Now, Yu Jiaojiao is not in the mood to listen to the story, and she still has something to do to solve this matter.

Mao Xiaobai glanced at the three children, stopped talking, and finally reminded implicitly, "Jiaojiao, the one with the sister paper, is gone." ”

"How so?" Yu Jiaojiao also began to sit still.

"Really." Mao Xiaobai looked serious, without his usual hippie smile.

That one, naturally, refers to Hu Weicheng, the child can't understand it, but the adults present all understand.

"Uncle, what's missing?" The three children looked at Mao Xiaobai with a confused expression, hoping to get an answer.

Obviously, this truth can't be told to the child for the time being, so Mao Xiaobai slapped the little head of Super Coke, pushed it away directly, and said, "Super Coke, go while playing, and make less trouble!" ”

"Uncle, I didn't make trouble!" Super Coke yelled loudly unconvinced, he was just caring about his godmother, and he was also asking for the truth for his two little friends.