Su Changqing slept on the sofa, tossing and turning.

The two books I was holding in my hand had already been put in my bag. He usually doesn't sleep until 6 or 7 o'clock in the morning, but now he has to lie down and sleep before 11 o'clock in the morning, which makes Su Changqing very unaccustomed.

The tea was already cold on the table in front of the sofa, and even the air exuded a sense of silence.

Su Changqing sat up from the sofa and sat on the sofa in a daze, looking at the closed wooden door opposite, stunned.

It was Su Qingmei's room.

Su Changqing has been here for most of the day, and she didn't look at her back, and she didn't even make any sound inside, as if there was no one inside.

"Alas......"

Today he doesn't know how many times he sighed.

With each sigh, his hair grew paler, and the wrinkles on his face increased, and the whole person seemed to become old and useless.

The whole room was quiet, Su Changqing drank the tea that was already cold, felt the coolness in his stomach and the bitterness of the tea, he was stunned for a while, lay down on the sofa again, covered his whole body with a thick quilt, and only exposed one head.

The quilt was hard, but it was very warm when it was covered, Su Changqing turned sideways and closed his eyes.

When he closed his eyes, he had all kinds of flavors in his heart, and his eyes suddenly trembled, but he couldn't sleep.

He sat up from the sofa again, planning to go to Song Shuren's room to see if he had covered the quilt, when he was at Su Changqing's own house before, he clearly remembered that when he helped him cover the quilt, the quilt was kicked to the side of the bed by him.

Tapping and dragging slippers, Su Changqing tightened his outer clothes and pushed Song Shuren's door.

Locked, can't be opened.

He rubbed his hands together a little awkwardly, turned on the light, and sat back down on the couch.

The light in the living room was relatively bright, and Su Changqing couldn't sleep at this time, so he simply took out the books in his bag.

This book is in classical Chinese, and it is not jerky and difficult for Su Changqing to understand, so he read it, and as time passed, he gradually became interesting, and he also enjoyed reading this book.

I don't know how long later, he was reading a book, and suddenly he heard the sound of the doorknob turning, which was originally a small sound, but in this quiet place, it was no less than a big movement.

Su Changqing reflexively looked towards the place where the movement was emanating, but when he looked at it, he saw an ugly face full of knife marks.

He was stunned.

It's Su Qingmei.

......

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Su Qingmei lay on the bed, feeling the soft mattress under her, staring at the ceiling above, in a daze.

This is what she does every day, and being in a daze has taken up a third of her day, and the rest of the time is the time when she sleeps and watches TV.

She was stunned when she suddenly heard a familiar and unfamiliar voice, which echoed in her mind almost every day, and she could not forget it, and she could even remember the last time she saw him.

It was already late now, and the remnant sun outside the window was like blood, but in her cloudy eyes, she could vaguely reflect the appearance of a young man.

Junxiu looks like she doesn't dare to touch.

No matter how old his voice was at the moment. She could still remember him.

Outside the door is lively, from time to time you can faintly hear the sound of staggering, crisp and moving.

The family was eating together.

Su Qingmei touched her face, and suddenly covered her face tightly with her hands.

Her hands were full of wrinkles, but she could clearly feel the pits and holes of fat in the skin under her hands, and the scars were like big cracks in every plain.

She listened quietly, and seemed to hear laughter outside. It was a voice she hadn't heard in a long time, as rare as it had never been in her head.

After a while, Su Sheng came in with some vegetables.

She is not used to going out to eat, but likes to hide in her room and eat quietly alone, she can eat such a meal for a long, long time.

There was no mirror in the room, so she couldn't see her, but in the dead of night, she always came to the bathroom silently in a wheelchair and stared at herself in the mirror. I can't wait to dig this mirror down, and I can't wait to gouge out my eyes.

Originally, she didn't want to go out, but now that Su Changqing is here, she doesn't dare to go out even more.

After Su Qingmei finished eating, she didn't turn on the TV as usual, but sat on the bed silently and continued to be in a daze.

She was in a daze, and time passed like this. By the time she came to her senses, the clock had reached 9 o'clock. At this time, it was faintly silent outside the door.

Next to her room is Song Shuren's room, and opposite the room is the room of Su Sheng and the two of them, as for Su Changqing, Su Qingmei thought that maybe he was sleeping on the sofa.

Although she stayed in the room, it didn't mean that she didn't know anything, she knew that tomorrow was the big day for Su Sheng's wife and sister, and she could even guess in advance that Su Changqing would come over.

It's really not too obvious.

Since the last time Song Shuren ran away from home in anger, she could often hear the three words Su Changqing from Su Sheng's mouth. Even if they think that what they say is very secretive, no matter how secretive they are, there are all kinds of loopholes, and these loopholes can't escape Su Qingmei, who has lived for more than 60 years and has seen all the unsatisfactory things in the world.

Su Sheng felt guilty about Su Changqing.

This is something that Su Qingmei has known from beginning to end.

She could even know very well that she was wrong, but she just couldn't help it.

couldn't help her inferiority complex and her self-spurning, and couldn't bear the look that Su Changqing showed to her when he first saw her after she was disfigured.

Disgust, distress, guilt, pity, surprise.

Thinking of this, Su Qingmei's hand touched her face again, and she let out some unknown moans, which sounded painful and painful.

It's just that no matter how she thinks about it, she still wants to go out and see Su Changqing, who she hasn't seen for many years.

It's already 9:14.

Su Qingmei stared at the clock hanging on the wall opposite, staring at it deadly, wishing it to go faster.

It's already 9:30.

......

It's already 10:02.

......

It's already 11 o'clock.

......

Already...... It was 12:23.

......

Can you get out there?

Su Qingmei took a deep breath and carefully sat into the wheelchair.

It wasn't until the tips of her fingers touched the cold wooden door that her body began to tremble slightly, as if it was difficult to even inhale and exhale.

Eventually, she pushed the door open.

There was a light outside the door, Su Qingmei's hands trembled, and a white-haired old man was suddenly reflected in her eyes.

After so many years, she is old, and he is also old.