is probably used to treating Song Jiawen as a sister for so many years, and now she suddenly said the sentence "My sister is dead", which made Song Xiwen feel weird and awkward.

Similarly, Song Jiawen is also awkward.

She looked at Song Xiwen and asked, "How did she die?" ”

This time, Song Xiwen was silent for a long time before speaking, "Our family moved to Yunzhou when I was ten years old, on the one hand, it was needed for the vegetable business, and on the other hand, my parents mainly wanted to avoid family planning and wanted to have another one. The following year, my mother really succeeded in getting pregnant, but unfortunately she still gave birth to a daughter, not a son.

So my parents were not very enthusiastic about my sister's arrival, and after she turned one year old, she often threw it to me in order to be busy with business, and I asked my neighbors to help me bring it to school.

She speaks late, and at the age of three she still can't speak clearly, and I sometimes get impatient to listen to what she says. For a while she cried a lot, and I knew she had a cold, but I didn't care, just turned out two adult pills and fed them to her. When my parents came back late in the evening, she fell asleep basically every time she got home, so she didn't notice that she had a fever. Until. That afternoon she frightened me by foaming at the mouth with a burn, so I wiped her with a towel before running to my parents, and when I took her to the hospital, I was. Not anymore.

The doctor said that she was burned alive to encephalitis, and scolded her parents for not sending her to the hospital, why didn't she give her fever-reducing medicine?

I want to say that I gave her medicine, but suddenly I can't remember what kind of medicine I gave her, does it reduce the fever?

I didn't expect that sending her to the hospital that day would be the last time I saw her, her name was Jiajia, Song Jiawen, this is actually her name. ”

The two chatted for more than two hours, basically Song Xiwen was reminiscing, and Song Jiawen sat opposite and listened quietly.

She lowered her eyebrows, the expression on her face was faint, and occasionally stirred the cold coffee twice with a small spoon, but she didn't drink it.

Speaking of the missing person notice looking for Song Jiawen at that time, "At that time, your photo and name were published in the newspaper. Your real name is Yuluo, a beautiful name that you can remember after reading it once. The contact on the missing person's notice is surnamed Yu, it should be your father. I'm sorry Gaga, but I was too selfish to let your family find you and separate you from your family for more than ten years."

Song Jiawen's hand stirring the coffee paused, she threw down the spoon and looked up at Song Xiwen, "Where is she now?" ”

"Huh?"

Song Xiwen, who asked coldly, didn't know why, but subconsciously instead, "Who are you talking about?" ”

"Gaga, Song Jiawen, your sister. You asked me to live in your house instead of her, what about her? Where did you bury her? A wild ghost with no name and no surname, he won't even forget the burial place, right? Or rather." There is not even a burial ground.

Song Xiwen's face suddenly turned pale, she said so much, she didn't expect the other party's focus to be here, didn't she care where the family who was looking for her at that time?

As for where her sister was buried after her death, children cannot enter the ancestral grave after death, so naturally they cannot be buried in the cemetery of the Song family in Jianglin Village. What's more, she was still angry in the hospital at that time, and the people in her hometown didn't know about it at all.

Therefore, she vaguely heard her parents whispering, probably casually finding a barren mountain in the suburbs, bringing it over and burying it hastily.

Now that fourteen years have passed, I am afraid that the small grave bag of the year has long been gone.

"How did you manage not to see her once?"

Song Jiawen felt incredible, and she couldn't understand Xie Jingying and Song Laosan.

People's hearts, is it so indifferent?

Forget it about her, after all, she is not biological, but the little girl who is as old as her

Song Xiwen was speechless about this, her sister did not receive much attention whether she was alive or dead.

But.

She couldn't hold back after all, and asked Song Jiawen, "Don't you care about your family's news?" ”

"What do you care about? You've said my name, isn't that enough? If there is a fate, I will naturally meet them again. ”

If there is fate?

Song Xiwen looked puzzled, "You're not going to find them?" Your family shouldn't be bad. ”

But Song Jiawen's thoughts are obviously different from her, "Sister, I don't have to worry about my life experience, thank you very much for saving me at that time, but you still have to think about how to tell your uncle and grandmother the truth." ”

These two people are the most difficult existence for her to let go, if Song Jiawen is asked to say it, she can't open her mouth a little.

Song Xiwen frowned, "Gajia, I agree to tell you the truth, but there's no need to let everyone know, right?" ”

This is not intended to tell anyone else?

"Think about it, how good your grandmother and uncle are to you, you can't bear to let them know the truth, and then treat you like a stranger?"

This sounds very beautiful, and she is also thinking about her, but Song Jiawen just laughed at herself, looking at Song Xiwen with dark eyes, "It's not true, the stand-in is a stand-in after all, and you don't say it." ”

And, you think you can hide it?

"Gaga."

Song Xiwen wanted to persuade again, but Song Jiawen shook her head, she got up, and made a request before leaving, "Ask your parents, where is the real Jiajia buried?" I want to go and put incense on her. ”

I have used people's names and identities for 14 years, so I have to express something.

She left the café for a while and had nowhere to go, so after thinking about it, she waved a taxi very luxuriously and reported the address of Jiang Yan's community.

It's just that she came very unlucky, the door is locked, and there is no second van below, it seems that the guy who likes to make money is either going to collect scrap computers, or going to the county to sell second-hand computers.

In short, except for the things arranged by Jiang Yan, the second child has no time to be idle.

A very energetic guy.

At this time, it was only four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was still blazing outside, and the concrete floor was scorched by the sun.

There is no one in the community, and the lotus leaves in the pond float listlessly on the water, and occasionally the breeze blows, and it shakes twice perfunctorily.

There is a small pavilion next to it, and in the evening it is a gathering place for the elderly, playing chess and chatting. Of course, there will be no one either.

Song Jiawen walked into the small pavilion and sat at the stone table with her cheeks back, just in front of the gate of the community, and she could see it as soon as someone entered and exited.

But

She didn't expect that she would wait until night fell, and the stars were full of stars before she waited for Jiang Yan back.

"When did you come here?"

Jiang Yan really didn't expect Song Jiawen to sit stupidly in the pavilion on a hot day and wait for him, although it is dark now, and the pavilion is not hot, but this day is really not very cool.

The most important thing is that there are mosquitoes here, and Song Jiawen recruits mosquitoes.

He took her arm and shone it against the dim streetlight, and sure enough, he found a dense pile of small red dots on it.

"Are you stupid?"

Jiang Yan frowned and was about to say a few more words to her, but when she looked up, she found that her expression was sorrowful, and her whole person leaned on the stone table weakly, and her already white face now looked even whiter.

This chapter has been overhauled!