The man standing in front of Jiang Qiao looked to be in his thirties. I don't know if he was too sad for his mother's departure, or too happy for a windfall from the sky in his life, in short, he didn't seem to have slept all night, his chin was already showing stubble, and the bloodshot in his eyes revealed his exhaustion.

Originally, he was going to scold with his stomach full of words, but when he saw this person, Jiang Qiao suddenly lost his desire to speak.

Seeing that Jiang Qiao didn't speak, Mao Daxin stepped forward and said, "You go to identify the corpse first, deal with the aftermath, and then deal with other things." ”

Jiang Qiao understood that what Mao Daxin said was the money that the old lady hid, and Mao Daxin was afraid that this white-eyed wolf would take the money and leave.

The man didn't say anything, hung his head and nodded slightly. Mao Daxin took the man to claim the body, Jiang Qiao stayed outside the door and waited, and in less than two minutes, the two came out. The man's face was the same as before he entered, and there was no particular sadness to be seen except for some exhaustion and malaise.

Mao Daxin found someone to take him to go through the formalities, and when the man disappeared around the corner of the corridor, he whispered: "He didn't even shed a tear when he went in, so he took a look and confirmed it." Alas, what a white-eyed wolf. ”

Jiang Qiao didn't say anything, and looked at the corner of the corridor, where the old lady was standing with infinite attachment looking at her son who she hadn't seen for a long time.

In the face of her son's indifference, she did not have a trace of unhappiness.

"What are you going to do with your mother's body? Is it cremation or burial? I know a good funeral home, and if you're busy, leave the suspicion to them at their discretion. Because the police station was not busy, Mao Daxin personally drove Jiang Qiao and the man to the old lady's house.

In fact, he was even more curious about how much inheritance the old lady left for this unfilial son.

Returned to the red brick house, opened the blocked door, the house was still filled with a rancid smell, the man's face changed greatly, standing at the door hesitating and refusing to enter, Mao Daxin patted him on the shoulder: "Why, I have lived for so long, I don't know my own home." ”

Jiang Qiao ignored him, walked in sideways, she was silent all the way, the old lady followed the man to sit in the back of the car with a satisfied smile in her eyes, she really couldn't bear to pierce the old lady's happy thoughts, watching the old lady's figure become more and more transparent, she knew that the time for the old lady to leave was coming.

Jiang Qiao felt the urge to cry.

"This is it." Jiang Qiao took the two of them through the living room to the bedroom, the old lady's home was very simple, it looked empty, and there was not even a TV. The only decoration in the bedroom, apart from the bed and a small wardrobe, is a group photo hanging on the bedside wall, showing a young lady and a little boy of five or six years old, the boy's eyebrows and eyes are almost exactly the same as the man standing in front of her now.

Jiang Qiao opened the bottom drawer, groped in it with his hands for a while, and finally touched a hard thing, but he couldn't take it out, so he asked Mao Daxin to pull out the entire drawer, and found an iron box in the empty layer below.

Jiang Qiao took out the iron box, the iron box was rusty, it looked like an old-fashioned moon cake box, Jiang Qiao didn't open it, and handed it directly to the man, who took the box with some trembling and was stunned for a while before opening it. Mao Daxin gossiped over and took a look, stunned.

There was no money in the tin box, only a few pieces of paper and a small photo album the size of a palm.

"Money... What about money? Mao Daxin looked at Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao was also a little surprised, and turned his head to look at an empty corner - the old lady had been standing there since they came in, and when they saw Jiang Qiao, they found the iron box, and looked at the man in front of them with a smile.

Jiang Qiao instantly understood that this was the old lady's revenge on this unfilial son, which made him full of joy and thought that a windfall had fallen from heaven, but in the end, he got nothing.

Mao Daxin looked at the man worriedly, from the beginning, he was silent without saying a word, and his face turned blue when he saw the contents of the iron box. Mao Daxin stood in front of Jiang Qiao silently and said softly: "That... We don't know how that happened. ”

"Mom~"

Surprisingly, the man was not angry, just holding the iron box, his body trembled uncontrollably, tears the size of beans appeared in his dull eyes, and his trembling hands seemed to be unable to hold the weight of the iron box anymore, and the iron box fell to the ground.

The paper and photos were scattered all over the place, Jiang Qiao picked up a yellowed composition paper that fell at his feet, and there was a crooked word written on the paper, which looked like it was written by a child, Jiang Qiao read softly: "My favorite mother... ”

My favorite mom

My mom is the best mom in the world, although she sometimes scolds me, but I know that she is for my good, although I don't have a dad, but I want to live happily with my mom all the time, when I grow up, I will make a lot of money, we have to hang out together, so that she doesn't have to work so hard anymore.

Mom, I love you.

The childish words revealed the happy past of this small home, Jiang Qiao handed the composition paper in his hand to the man, and felt sad in his heart: what made the once caring teenager become so indifferent and ruthless.

"The old lady has always had a knot in her heart, so she has been reluctant to go on the road for so many years, because she slapped you at that time, so she was angry with her, and refused to come back to see her?" Jiang Qiao looked at the old lady in the corner, this was her last question.

"I... I don't have the face to come back... She was so good to me, but I was fascinated by her for the sake of my own mother who had abandoned me. The man crouched down, and the sound of collapse came from between his fingers that were hiding his face.

"Although she did not give birth to me, she raised me, and even in the most difficult times, she would rather not eat, and she did not miss a meal from me. My biological mother is sorry for her, she is still so good to me, what right do I have to be angry with her. "Clear liquid spilled from between the man's fingers.

"So you haven't been back in years?" Mao Daxin also looked a little sour, don't look at it and can't bear to look at it again.

"I promised her, when I grow up, I will bring her to enjoy happiness, I want to wait for me to make a lot of money and come back to see her, I work hard to save money, just so that one day I can stand in front of her with my eyebrows raised, let her be proud of me, that ignorant son finally has a chance...

The man raised his face, his face flushed, and he picked up the album tremblingly, and cried in a broken heart, "I thought we had a lot of time... ”

Jiang Qiao's eyes were also red, she watched the old lady slowly walk to the man's side, raised her hand and touched his head, a few tears of relief fell from her eyes, turning into nothingness in the air, and her figure gradually became transparent.

"Thank you, I'm so happy." The old lady smiled and nodded, and finally disappeared into the ray of sunlight that came in through the window.

"Your mother, she'll know what you want." Jiang Qiao said softly.

The man clung the album to his chest and cried like a child: "But I... I don't have a mother anymore, I don't have a mother anymore... ”