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Chapter 23: The End of Memories (2)
The father who lost his mind came back to his senses because of this scream, and slowly turned his head to look at Wen Xinai, his face was covered with blood, and his two empty eyes looked at her fiercely, but he seemed to have just realized what he was doing, and looked down. When he saw the knife in his hand, he shook violently, and the knife fell to the ground.

"Father." Wen Xin'ai was finally able to cry out, but her legs were still weak, and she couldn't stand up anyway, so she just crawled to her mother's side, bleeding all over the place.

"Ambulance, call an ambulance." She yelled, standing up with the help of the table next to her, stumbling and trying to call an ambulance, but she didn't notice that her distraught father stood up stiffly and walked towards her room.

"I am here, here is." Her mind had stopped thinking, and she was asked her specific address on the other end of the phone, but she couldn't think of it anyway. There was a sudden muffled thunder at night, and the phone in Wen Xin'ai's hand fell to the ground.

"Dad." Although she wasn't sure what the sound was, she already realized that something was wrong, and rushed into her parents' room like crazy.

The balcony door outside was wide open, and my father was nowhere to be seen.

It was already midnight, and Song Zihe didn't know why he still didn't feel sleepy. He opened his eyes abnormally awake, listening to the "tick" sound of the alarm clock beside the bed. He rarely did this. after hitting the ball.

He reached for the cell phone next to the pillow, wanting to see what time it is, but the cell phone rang unexpectedly, and the monotonous "didi" sound was extremely urgent. He picked up the cell phone and looked at the caller ID on it, it was a strange caller. Number.

I often hear from my classmates that some advertising calls like to ring in the middle of the night, and then the next day, if you dial without your knowledge, you will hear a bunch of advertisements.

But the phone didn't stop ringing.

He listened to the ringing for a while, and finally decided to answer it, but there was dead silence on the other end.

"Hello," he waited for a while, no one said anything, "Hello, who is it?" He called again.

Still no one spoke, only a sound similar to breathing, which made people anxious for no reason like a sigh.

"Hang up if you don't say anything." He was about to hang up, but regretted picking up the call.

"Zihe." The other party called his name suddenly, he was startled, and stopped to hang up the phone.

"Wen Xinai?" He immediately recognized the voice.

"The end of the world, Zihe, come and save me." The lifeless voice, as if dead, made Song Zihe's heart inexplicably cold.

What doomsday?Is there something wrong with her? She didn't speak for half a day in the middle of the night, but she said such inexplicable words.

"I have an exam tomorrow, Wen Xin'ai, I don't have time to play with you," he was a little annoyed, but he didn't hang up, and then there was no reply from the other end, and finally hung up, leaving only an annoying busy tone, "What's going on? "He looked at the phone in a daze.

Song Zihe didn't fall asleep in a daze until early in the morning. Before that, he had been thinking about that inexplicable phone call, so that the dream he had after falling asleep was also related to Wen Xin'ai. He dreamed: Wen Xin'ai had become a A purple butterfly flew away.

The alarm clock rang like crazy, and it was time to wake him up. At the same time, his mother knocked on the door: "Zihe, it's time to get up."

He got up and felt that his whole body was empty because of the purple butterfly flying away. He was still thinking about the phone call in his mind. He picked up the phone to check the call history.

He pressed the call button on that number and waited for a long time until the busy signal appeared again but no one answered.

"Zihe, why are you dawdling, come out and brush your teeth and wash your face." Mother urged again.

He had no choice but to put down his phone and go out to wash.

After eating in a hurry, he listened to his parents' solemn words of encouragement and encouragement. His father wanted to send him to the examination room, but he refused. He rode his bicycle and headed quickly in one direction, but it was not the direction of the examination room.

There was still some time before the exam, so he did some calculations, and he had time to go to Wen Xin'ai's house to see what happened to Wen Xin'ai's phone call yesterday.

Although this is superfluous, maybe it's just Wen Xinai's inexplicable, but it makes him feel uneasy, and he doesn't want to bring this uneasiness into the examination room.

A group of people surrounded Wen Xin'ai downstairs, and several police cars were parked there. He parked his car, looked at the crowd in front of him, and suddenly panicked.

"What's going on, Auntie?" He asked a woman next to him with a dog on a leash.

The literati sighed, and said, "Last night, in a family on the tenth floor, the man killed his wife and jumped off the building himself."

"The tenth floor? This building?"

"No, I heard that this man is still the chief of the bureau. I don't know why he can't think about it so much?"

"I heard that corruption has been investigated, so let's die. What do you do to kill your wife? Pity the single daughter of his family." Someone next to him immediately answered.

Song Zihe only felt a "buzz" in his head, and he couldn't hear what those people behind him were saying.

"The end of the world, Zihe, come and save me." The cry for help in the dead silence in the middle of the night rang in my ears. It turned out that it wasn't Wen Xinai's inexplicable, it turned out that she was really calling for help.

Suddenly, his heart ached as if being caught. Wen Xin'ai, Wen Xin'ai, kept calling this name in his heart. He pushed aside the crowd and pulled a policeman, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Wen Xin'ai, where is Wen Xin'ai?"

The policeman was puzzled: "Who is Wen Xinai?"

"The daughter of this family."

"Oh, in the police car, who are you to her?"

".Student, can I see her?"

The policeman glanced at him again, called another policeman next to him, and said, "Take him to see him, so he might open his mouth to make a record."

Wen Xinai opened her eyes expressionlessly, looking ahead through the car glass, without a trace of blood on her face, Song Zihe opened the car door and got in, she didn't move, she still kept looking at the front, the whole person seemed Only the body remains, without any life.

"Wen Xinai." Song Zihe called her.

She didn't move.

"Wen Xinai," he raised his voice, reached out to hold her pale little hand, which was unexpectedly cold, "I'm sorry." He wrapped her hand, he should have come, he should have come when he received this call in the middle of the night , How fearful and desperate he was at that time, he didn't need to think about it.

Wen Xinai's eyelashes finally moved, and she turned her head slowly to look at the people beside her. Song Zihe's eyes were bloodshot when he saw her.

"Dead," she looked at him blankly, and said in a low voice, "all dead."

Song Zihe didn't know what to say, but felt that the despair in Wen Xin'ai's eyes made him breathless, how could this be?What about those shy and smiling eyes?

"Wen Xinai," he suddenly reached out to hug her, and pressed her into his arms, "Cry out, or you will suffocate yourself."

The person in his arms was stiff and numb, without any reaction, Song Zihe shook her body vigorously, and she also became desperate, as if an endless chill rushed to him: "Wen Xinai, cry quickly." He heard His voice was crying, it turned out that he was crying first.

He was bitten hard on his shoulder at the same time, he groaned in pain, but he didn't push the person in his arms away, the force of the bite was still getting worse, as if he was about to bite off a piece of his flesh, he gritted his teeth and endured, his lips pressed against each other. Tears dripped down her neck on her tattoo, and then the pain suddenly eased, and he only heard an "ah", like a wounded little animal, Wen Xinai opened his mouth and screamed.

She kept screaming, kept screaming, as if something was about to rush out of her body, and she had to scream to relieve it. Song Zihe hugged her tightly, as if he could give her a hug by hugging her tightly. Power, rescued her from the pain, and the scenes of getting along with Wen Xin love before, her listless appearance, silly smile, and appearance after being bullied gently flashed through her mind for no reason. It turned out that he was not insensitive, it turned out that he remembered everything in his heart, and now it was playing back and forth like a movie, accompanied by Wen Xin'ai's screaming, touching his heart, and the pain was unbearable.

It turned out that he already cared so much about her.

In the end, he didn't have the college entrance examination, or in other words, he had forgotten that there was such a thing as the college entrance examination, so he just held Wen Xinai in his arms and let him cry loudly.

The following days were spent in chaos and despair. Wen Xin'ai never thought that she would become an orphan one day.

Grandma and grandpa passed away a few years ago. Grandma's family lived in another place. Grandpa was paralyzed for many years. Grandma couldn't leave at all. Moreover, the grandma's family had a serious patriarchal tendency. She only went there for a while when she was very young. At that time, my grandmother slapped her indiscriminately for grabbing food with her uncle’s son. Her face was swollen for a week, and her mother never took her back to her grandmother’s house, let alone the police notifying her uncle to pick her up for a while. It's time, but no one has come yet.

The parents' funeral was also extremely shabby. The father, who was a caller and a crowd of friends, had few people to see him off on the day of the funeral. The warmth and warmth of people can be seen, and the little uncle who had never been in touch came to pay for Wen Xinai's funeral. And took Wen Xinai home.

The little uncle lives in the old town, and the one-bedroom house is crowded with a family of three. Now that Wen Xinai is added, it is even more crowded. The little aunt obviously doesn't like her. Originally, she didn't get much light when she was alive, and she died. But losing a daughter here, no one would be happy, so he basically didn't talk to her, with an indifferent expression on his face.

At night, when Wen Xinai was lying on the bed and looking at the moonlight outside the window, she thought to herself that the sky that was not so clear would also collapse. The days that were originally thought to be gloomy and discouraging were considered a great happiness compared to now up.

Slightly turned sideways, looking at the aunt and nephew lying next to her, and the little uncle who had to sleep on the floor, her heart felt sour unconsciously.

She doesn't want to live here, not because her aunt's eyes are too indifferent, but because this is not her home, she doesn't want her little uncle to sleep on the floor all the time because of her, she thought, leave here.

However, the house full of mother's blood can no longer be lived in. If she leaves, where can she go?
She took out her mobile phone from the pillow, and there were already hundreds of messages about Du Ning. She was afraid that one day the memory would run out and she would have to delete some. Du Ning didn't know about her, and she didn't want to tell him. I just read the news he sent every day, in the words full of vitality and vitality, to keep my dying heart alive.

(End of this chapter)