shock!I became the full-level savior of the infinite game

Chapter 41 The Burial Ground (Part 2)

Friday, September 7, sunny.

Qinglin District, Chengzhou City, in front of the gate of Xiujinhu Community.

Just as Song Jing was about to go in, she was stopped by the guard uncle.

He stopped and asked with a smile, "Uncle Zhang, what's the matter?"

The doorman, who was close to sixty and had gray temples, smiled and said, "It's not a big deal, but a woman came from nowhere this morning and asked to see you."

"We said you were not here, and we didn't know when you would come back. We advised her to come back later... But she didn't leave, and waited for five hours in the guard room."

Having said that, the guard uncle opened his palm and made a gesture.

"Xiao Jing, do you know her?" The uncle's wrinkled face showed an expression called "gossip".

"Maybe..." Song Jing frowned, a little uncertain.

He followed Uncle Zhang to the guard room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a woman in a white jumper and black sports trousers sitting stiffly on a wooden chair with a backrest, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand.

Beside her, another younger doorman "Xiao Li" was holding a pack of unopened biscuits and stuffing them into the woman's hand with a look of enthusiasm.

While stuffing it, he said: "You eat, how can you not eat? Xiaojing doesn't know how long it will take to come back. If you faint from hunger here, isn't it my responsibility?"

The woman quickly put down the disposable paper cup, and took the biscuit with a nervous expression on her face: "Thank you, thank you..."

Seeing this, Uncle Zhang coughed outside the door.

"Uncle Zhang, Xiao Jing, are you back?" Xiao Li turned around, still with a bright smile on his face.

Seeing Song Jing, the woman immediately stood up and asked nervously, "You... are you Song Jing?"

"it's me."

While Song Jing answered, she was secretly looking at the woman.

Judging from the outline of her eyebrows and eyes, she should have been pretty when she was young.But years of hard work not only made her hands rough like tree bark, but also made her eyes look tired like an old man.

It's just... I don't know if it was his illusion, but from those tired eyes... he saw a glimmer of hope.

……

The woman who came to find Song Jing was naturally Sun Qingxiu.

When Jiang's house was about to be submerged by the waves, she hid on the second floor and suddenly remembered what Yan Yunjin had said to her, and found a key from a windowless bedroom according to her words.

Then, she didn't know exactly what happened... In short, she survived miraculously and persisted until the arrival of the rescue team.

And then... She asked the police and found that her family had moved out of the original residence more than ten years ago.Of course, the police said they had contacted her brother and that he would come to pick her up in just two days.

After learning the news, while Sun Qingxiu was overjoyed, she also felt an indescribable emptiness in her heart.

Therefore... She did not choose to stay at the guest house, but borrowed a sum of money from the police, and took the train to Chengzhou City.

"So... what can you do with me?"

Song Jing took Sun Qingxiu to the shadow of the corner of the building, and asked politely and coldly.

"I, my name is Sun Qingxiu. You may not have heard of my name." Sun Qingxiu was a little nervous, "But I know you, Tang Yu...she told me about you."

Hearing the name "Tang Yu", Song Jing's attitude changed immediately.

"What are you trying to say?" He frowned, his eyes sharp.

"I... I just came to give you something."

After saying this, Sun Qingxiu seemed to be relieved, and the sentence became smoother, "Tang Yu... gave it to me before she died, she said, if I have a chance to escape, I hope I can bring it to you."

Sun Qingxiu stretched out her hand.

In her palm lay a keychain quietly.

The style of the keychain is very simple - a four-leaf clover carved from red crystal, with a fluffy ball hanging beside it, and a silver-white ribbon about ten centimeters long hangs between the two.

The moment Song Jing saw this keychain, she was in a daze for a moment.

The expression on his face ranged from surprise, to nostalgia, to sadness...and finally stayed above mourning.

"……thanks."

Song Jing's voice softened, and she took the keychain from the woman's hand.

Now that the goal has been achieved, Sun Qingxiu didn't stay any longer, put the bag of biscuits that the guard Xiao Li gave her next to her, and left.

Song Jing watched her go away, and after a while, he took out another keychain from his pocket.

It was the same style as the one Sun Qingxiu had just given him, except that the color of the four-leaf clover was not red, but blue.

He stared at the two pendants for a long time, then closed his palms and put them together in his pocket.

……

At this moment, seven buildings are downstairs.

A gray-haired old woman was stumbling along the road.

Although her legs and feet were somewhat inconvenient, she still did not use crutches, and her arms were tightly hugged to her chest, protecting the stack of A4 papers in her arms.

"Aunt Lin, why did you come back alone today?"

Next to her, a middle-aged woman in her forties came up to her, grabbed the old woman's left arm naturally, and helped her to walk forward slowly.

"It's you, Xiao Yan..." Seeing the person coming, the old woman smiled kindly, "Xiao Jing's child has something to go out, I wasn't planning to go out today, but suddenly I remembered..."

She moved her fingers and patted the paper in her arms, "I still have so many leaflets that I haven't distributed yet."

When the woman surnamed Yan saw the stack of "flyers", her smile froze suddenly.

She knew what it was... It was made by the old man in front of her, her granddaughter's missing person notice.

Suddenly, a wave of memory came to my heart, making the corners of the woman's eyes moist.

"Aunt Yan, Grandma Lin?"

Behind him, a clear male voice sounded, "Why are you here?"

"Xiao Jing, you came just in time."

The woman suppressed the inexplicable emotion, turned her head and smiled at Song Jing, "Hurry up and send your grandma Lin back...you kid, you didn't tell me when you left, why, you think I can't take care of you, Lin Grandma, isn't she?"

She reprimanded jokingly.

"How could it be?" Song Jing said in a gentle and authentic tone.

The three exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Song Jing helped the old woman continue walking towards the unit building.

Seeing the backs of the two leaving, the woman surnamed Yan smiled, with a lingering bitterness in her smile.

"Sister, it's been so many years..."

"Where are you...and how are you doing?"

she sighed softly.

……

When a person is about to die... what kind of mood will he have?

Is it fear?Is it a pity?Is it pain?Or... would you feel a sense of relief?
Although I died once, all I could feel at that time was endless resentment and anger... I just wanted to drag all those who imprisoned me and bullied me into hell.

And when I faced death for the second time... I finally got it.

When I jumped into the ancient well with my dead child in my arms... the complex emotions in my heart other than anger... were called "freedom".

I am finally, free.

(End of this chapter)