"Why did you get up so early today?"

Zhao Caixia couldn't help but feel a little strange when she saw that Song Ci got up extra early today.

"Someone made an early morning appointment last night." Song Ci casually gave a reason to prevaricate the past.

"Then you said it earlier, I'd make breakfast early, it's not ready yet." Zhao Caixia said.

"It's okay, I'll eat out." Song Ci said casually.

After speaking, he opened his mouth and yawned, he didn't sleep well last night, and he always dreamed of Yun Chuyao.

One time it was when he was in love with Yun Chuyao, another time it was Yun Chuyao who was questioning him, why didn't he come to him earlier, and another time he said that he didn't want him to come to her......

In short, I was in a daze and had a lot of messy dreams.

"You don't look well rested, you need to be more careful when driving yourself." Zhao Caixia said.

"I know, when Dad gets up, you ask him not to look for other places to set up a stall, and when I come back in the evening, I will set up a stall for him, and he will not be a problem of location at all."

"I see." Zhao Caixia laughed when she heard this.

Who is her husband, can she not know? You may be a good hand at work, but doing business is probably a bit difficult.

It is estimated that Song Shouren himself knew it in his heart, so he came secretly before, and he didn't discuss it with Zhao Caixia, because he was afraid that Zhao Caixia would oppose it, so he cut it first and then played it.

Song Ci filled his kettle with water, and then carried it out of the door.

At this time, it was dark outside.

Song Ci's headlights shot out two rays of light, plunged into the darkness, and galloped into the distance.

After Song Ci's car left the city, the genius brightened slightly, Song Ci saw a breakfast stall on the side of the road, and saw that the time was still there, so he parked the car on the side of the road and walked in.

"The buns aren't good yet, just fried dough sticks and fried dumplings, what do you want to eat?"

As soon as Song Ciren approached, the boss greeted him warmly.

"Bring me thirty fried dumplings and a bowl of grits soup."

Song Ci walked into the store and casually found a place to sit down, because it was early, the store was empty, and he was the only one.

After breakfast, Song Ci finished the account and walked in the direction of his parking.

Just a few steps away, I saw an old man, pulling a cart full of cardboard boxes, struggling to climb the slope.

This early in the morning, pulling this box is probably going to go to the scrap yard for recycling.

Song Ci hurriedly stepped forward and helped push it in the back.

With Song Ci's help, the old man climbed up the slope very easily, then breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat stains on his forehead with the towel around his neck, turned to Song Ci and said, "Young man, thank you." ”

"You're welcome, uncle, slow down."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." As he spoke, he turned around and pulled up the cart again, lowered his head, and walked forward step by step.

Song Ci stood in place, looking at this scene, with a sour feeling for no reason.

But this feeling comes and goes quickly, after all, everyone has their own life, everyone has their own way of living, there is no need to be sad here.

When Song Ci drove to Sishan Cemetery, the sky was already bright, the sun was shining on the earth, the breeze was light, and the morning breeze was full of coolness that penetrated into the heart.

Song Ci saw Meng Xinyi standing at the intersection from afar.

She also recognized Song Ci's car, and when she saw Song Ci, she immediately greeted her with a happy face.

Because the aura on the amulet dissipated, she had already recovered into a strange body.

"I thought you were gone."

Song Ci slowly stopped the car beside her, he came here to promise the agreement of the dumplings, not Meng Xinyi.

"I'm ready to go, but I want to say a final goodbye to you." Meng Xinyi said.

"There's no need to wait for me." Song Ci said casually.

"I always want to thank you personally, and I'll leave later." Meng Xinyi sat in the car and said.

Song Ci frowned slightly when she heard this, listening to her words, it seemed that she was not preparing to return to the Sea of Souls or go to the Peach Blossom Spring?

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to see the world, I didn't have time before, but now I have a lot of time, I'm going to walk around and see." Meng Xinyi looked out the window, and said in a slightly excited tone.

Song Ci drove the car into the parking lot and found a spot to park the car.

"It's okay to take a walk, but don't stay in the world for too long, otherwise it won't do you any good in the future." Song Ci warned her.

"I know."

Meng Xinyi didn't find it strange, she knew this the moment after she died.

This is just as natural as knowing to eat when you are hungry and sleeping when you are sleepy.

As soon as Song Ci parked the car and got out of the car, he saw Meng Fusheng coming over.

He has not left, and has been waiting for the arrival of Song Ci.

"Mr. Song." Meng Fusheng greeted.

He was still haggard by this time, but he had cleaned up a lot.

"Early." Song Ci said hello to him.

Then without waiting for Song Ci to continue speaking, Meng Fusheng, who came to Song Ci, suddenly knelt down.

"What are you doing here?"

Song Ci hurriedly reached out to support his arm, and was about to help him up.

"Mr. Song, Nannan...... Xinyi, she's gone. Meng Fusheng's expression was a little trance-like.

"I know."

"She said that she was going to go around and have a look, it was all my fault, I shouldn't have let her be a teacher, I blamed me for being selfish, in fact, I didn't want her to be a teacher, but I didn't want her to leave my side......"

Song Ci helped him up, and Meng Fusheng sat on the ground and muttered.

Song Ci followed him, standing aside and listening quietly.

At this moment, Meng Fusheng said again: "I don't know if there will be any danger for her like this, I hope that Mr. Song can help me take care of her, I can give you money, or whatever you need, I can give it to you." ”

Meng Fusheng said, and he was about to kowtow to Song Ci.

Song Ci hurriedly stopped, and at the same time looked at Meng Xinyi, who had been standing next to him with a complicated expression.

Then she showed a smile, waved her hand to Song Ci, glanced at her father deeply, turned around, and walked into the distance in the morning light.

Song Ci saw a few tears, scattered in the air, turning into wisps of green smoke.

Goodbye, maybe never.

Meng Fusheng noticed Song Ci's gaze, looked in the direction of his gaze, and said loudly: "Take care of yourself, what if...... Come back when you want me, I'll be waiting for you at home. ”

Meng Xinyi's body paused for a moment, and she completely disappeared from Song Ci's eyes without looking back.

"Mr. Song, I'll give this back to you."

Meng Fusheng took out the talisman and handed it back to Song Ci with some reluctance.

After the breath dissipated, the talisman lost its original function.

"No, you can save it for a thought." Song Ci said.

"That'...... Then Mr. Song......" Meng Fusheng asked worriedly.

Song Ci nodded and comforted: "Don't worry, I will take care of her." ”

Meng Fusheng breathed a long sigh of relief when he heard this, and then said, "Since this is the case, then I won't bother and leave first." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." Song Ci stopped him.

"Mr. Song, is there anything else? If there's anything you can say, just say it. ”

Seeing that Song Ci stopped himself, just frowning, Meng Fusheng was a little anxious at the same time, and at the same time, he had a little expectation in his heart.

He expected Song Ci to ask for compensation from him, and he didn't mind paying Song Ci.

As long as you are willing to accept his payment, it means that you can have more contact, more contact.

But he didn't get what he wanted from Song Ci's mouth, but Song Ci's words made him a little dazed and surprised.

"I think Meng Xinyi's death may not just be due to love and hatred, you asked people to check the murderer's mobile phone to see who he had contact with."

The reason why Song Ci has such suspicions is because in the memory retrospection, Zhao Qiyang received the last text message.

But now that the police investigation has ended, the case has basically been closed, and we are waiting for the court to decide.

Song Ci and Meng Xinyi have no relatives and no reason, so it is difficult to intervene to let the police re-investigate, but Meng Fusheng is different.