【Chapter 13】Home

Returning to his long-lost home, Liang Luofeng had mixed feelings in his heart.

Although this place is old and simple, there are no memories that make her warm.

It took a whole afternoon to clean the house inside and out, and the old-fashioned landline at home could still talk. When the old man heard his daughter's voice, he was overjoyed and almost burst into tears.

Old man Liang, who has always been decent, offered to ask the leader for a few hours off and rushed back to have dinner with his daughter, and on the first day the girl went home, Old Man Liang didn't want her to be alone.

Originally, Liang Luofeng felt that it was nothing, and he did not approve of his father running back and forth, but Old Man Liang was really elated, and it was not easy for Liang to blow his mind.

How nice it would be if there really were prophets in this world!

If you can predict it...... But there are no ifs!

That night, Liang Luofeng hummed a little song and quickly made four dishes and one soup, all of which were old man Liang's favorite food, and she waited for the old father with great anticipation.

She had a lot to say to her father, and she had to tell him every interesting thing she had encountered in high school, and she had to share anything new with him.

She also had to tell her dad that she had made a good friend and that she was happy. Dad doesn't read much, and he doesn't have the opportunity to see the world and make friends, she wants to use her own experience to tell her father how happy it is to make friends, and there is a partner in this world who has no blood relationship with you but can share all the things in your heart.

She also had to tell her dad that she had found a good part-time job, that the boss was a very kind and friendly big brother, and that she was having a lot of fun.

Daddy, she thought, would empathize with her confiding.

But until the food was cold, Old Man Liang did not appear. After it was reheated, it was cool again, and there was still no figure of Old Man Liang hunched back at the gate.

Finally realizing that something was wrong, Liang Qifeng trembled uncontrollably. As if to confirm the sense of foreboding in her heart, the sky turned out to be cold snowflakes.

She felt like she had lost her soul, she didn't care about the glove around her neck, and she tossed and turned in despair on every road that her father might have.

The security guard at the cement factory told her that Lao Liang had set off for three hours, and that even if he was on foot, he should have arrived a long time ago. Maybe Liang Yaofeng's expression was too sad, and the security uncle couldn't bear to comfort her, Lao Liang just received his salary today, and it seems that he mentioned that he wanted to go to XX Street to buy half a catty of sugar and fried chestnuts.

Sugar-fried chestnuts are Liang Luofeng's favorite snacks, she has almost no pocket money, except for the occasional part-time fee, she is willing to buy half a catty to satisfy her hunger.

Old man Liang, who loves his daughter so much, naturally knows the preference of wandering the wind, and he must have gone to buy fried chestnuts with sugar.

It seems that there is a sudden wind under his feet, and Liang Wanfeng has the miserable appearance of Fang Cai's vague footsteps at this moment.

The security uncle behind him shook his head regretfully, and finally couldn't bear to say the guess in his heart: Even if he bought sugar and fried chestnuts, he should have gone home a long time ago.

Approaching that street, Liang Qianfeng saw a large group of people gathered together, and he didn't know what the excitement was. As he got closer, he saw the spectators talking to each other, and they all showed unbearable looks.

The whispers seemed to be positioned and drilled into her ears.

"Poor thing, I was knocked out of my internal organs."

"It seems to have died on the spot, and the ambulance was out of breath when it arrived......"

"It's all fate for the New Year!"

“...... He was still clutching a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts in his hand, and he didn't know who bought it for his family, but unfortunately he would never be able to eat it. ”

Sugar-fried chestnuts, as soon as these four words entered the ears of the wandering wind, her brain was "buzzing" non-stop, and she could no longer hear other sounds.

She pushed through the crowd and desperately crawled to the center of the crash, finally seeing a blue coupe......

"Daddy?"

The police on duty were about to scold the little girl who broke through the cordon, when they saw her suddenly fall to the ground after shouting her father very miserably.

I don't know if it was grief that knocked her down, or the wind and cold that made her collapse, Liang Yaofeng fell into a coma and continued to have a high fever, during which she was not awake, and occasionally whispered "Dad, Dad", the nurses knew a little from the police who sent her to the hospital, and spontaneously took extra care of her.

With the unremitting efforts of everyone, Liang Qifeng finally woke up on the third day. Her eyes were blank, her lips were white and dry, and if it weren't for the slightly fluttering nose and undulating chest, the nurse would have thought she had ......

OLD MAN LIANG DIED IN A TRAFFIC ACCIDENT, THE PERPETRATOR WAS DRUNK AND DROVE A MOTOR VEHICLE, AND HIT OLD MAN LIANG TO DEATH ON THE SPOT IN A DELIRIOUS SITUATION, THE PERPETRATOR'S BLOOD ALCOHOL CONCENTRATION WAS AS HIGH AS 280MG/100ML, AND THE SPEED OF THE CAR WAS AS FAST AS 195KM/H.

According to the doctor's evaluation, Old Man Liang went quickly, and there was hardly much pain. Hearing the policeman's explanation, Liang Luofeng finally reacted a little, closed his eyes, and let hot tears flow across his cold cheeks.

The police also said that the perpetrator will definitely be sentenced to a real sentence, but if the victim's family can get a letter of forgiveness, the sentence will be reduced as appropriate, and of course, as a criminal suspect, the family will compensate the victim's family with a high amount.

"I don't understand!"

After not drinking a drop of water for a few days, Liang Luofeng's throat was already smoking, and his voice was rough and ugly at the moment, "I will never forgive the perpetrator." ”

Because of that man's mistakes, but paying with the precious life of her father, her only relative, she will never be able to forgive this sinner.

The policeman nodded, understanding the little girl's hatred and resentment very much, seeing that she was not good-looking, he was not in a hurry to discuss with her again, and told her to rest well, so he left in a hurry.

The night in the hospital is always extremely cold, but at this moment, Liang Youfeng is not afraid at all. She walked sadly down the deserted hallway with a saline needle, and she remembered a payphone around the corner.

Wu Huarou, who had just eaten and drunk at her aunt's house and was playing a mobile game, was lying on a comfortable thick mattress, fighting wits and courage with the greedy snake with great interest.

Seeing that the greedy snake was about to eat beans, the phone rang, and when she answered the phone, Wu Huarou was still immersed in the unhappiness of biting gold halfway, so her tone was a little rushed.

"Who?"

“...... Birch ......"

"Wandering the wind?"

Wu Huarou curiously took away the mobile phone, it was a landline number from other places. Wandering Wind doesn't have a cell phone, and she has never called her, so she still has some incredible feelings when she first hears her voice.

"Birch Rou......" Liang Wanfeng's voice was crying, so far away, sad but so close, "I don't have a father anymore...... Woohoo......"

Wu Huarou was instantly stunned.

The nurse on duty at the nurses' station heard an irrepressible cry of grief and startled her for a while, and she was about to warn the unknown guy to keep quiet, when she suddenly found that it was the little girl in bed No. 7.

Thinking of the intolerance and pity that her colleagues showed when they talked about this girl, the nurse on duty couldn't let her suppress herself anymore, cry, cry out much better.

Poor girl! May you be brave and strong!

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