Glass man

future.

☆、chapter48

By the next morning, the spring was bright and beautiful.

Cynthia's second birthday came to a successful conclusion: she had no concept of birthdays, so she was pleasantly surprised to wake up in the morning with birthday songs in the house and gifts.It was Lin Suimeng's idea that Cheng Jiang bought her a cloth book.The spine of the book is five centimeters thick, but the content is only six pages, and each page is stuffed with various small organs.Cynthia particularly likes one of the pages, which is probably designed to help children match colors. On the pages of the book, six colorful cloth cartoon fish are tied with short cotton ropes.The book is called "Little Animal World", in addition to fish, there are cats and dogs, butterflies, swans, squirrels and crocodiles in other early education content.

Cheng Jiang himself was impressed by the crocodile page, because the bird standing on it can be pulled up.

This kind of cloth book is a novelty for Cheng Jiang, and he doesn't know when it was invented.It occurred to him later that even if it had been there, it was unlikely to be exported to Cold Bay.There are only a handful of entertainment for children in Cold Bay, and storytelling makes up the bulk of it.Cheng Jiang remembered that when he was a child, Cheng Yuegu would tell a lot of stories about "outside", how beautiful and wonderful it was, but then suddenly stopped for some reason.And when she spoke again ten years later, "outside" became a cruel place.

Sometimes Cheng Yuegu really likes to change.

The house was quiet, Shen Jiqing had already left early.

Cynthia ate the blueberry cake that Cheng Jiang brought back for her the day before, and ate half a bowl of milk custard, and climbed onto the front seat of the bicycle contentedly.Cheng Jiang registered her birthday with the female teacher of the small class in advance, so according to the classroom practice, the small class will give her a special celebration today.When Cheng Jiang went to pick her up, the whole classroom was full of colored confetti, and Cynthia sat alone at the table drawing, which was full of colored figures in pointed hats.She flew out when he took her from school.

After she flew home in the front seat of Cheng Jiang's car, she reached the pinnacle of happiness for the day.

Shen Jiqing probably spent a lot of money preparing gifts for her, so that Cheng Jiang almost gasped when he opened the box for her.

Inside the boxes were large solid wooden blocks, some painted blue and yellow, others entwined with pink and purple flower vines.As soon as she finished dinner, she began to sit in the living room and fiddle with it. After the building blocks were arranged, there was a tall castle with a round figure in a yellow skirt sitting on the tower.The other wooden block is hollowed out, with small wheels on it, and another blue figure with a round body can be placed in it, and there is even a toy pony for pulling the cart.

When the doorbell rang, it was Shen Jiqing who went to open the door.After a short conversation, he stuck his head out and cried out:

"Cheng Jiang, I'm looking for you!"

Cheng Jiang reacted quickly and ran to the door. He didn't think about who would come to him on purpose.He walked through the living room, and saw the person standing opposite Shen Jiqing through the open door at a glance:

It was the old cat he hadn't seen for a long time.

The old cat stood slowly as usual, and looked thinner again, but he was in better spirits.He simply indicated that he had come to say goodbye, saying that he was officially moving out.Because I had a little contact with Cheng Jiang in the past, and he was sent to the hospital in time, so I came here to let you know.He knew Shen Jiqing, but not very well, so Shen Jiqing went back to be with another birthday star, leaving Cheng Jiang to talk to the old cat at the entrance.

"Why are you moving away all of a sudden?" Cheng Jiang asked, "Is your body all right?"

"No problem, thank you." The old cat replied, "But I have a long history of illness, Xiao Duan and they are worried, so they are going to let me live nearby. I am going to move to a small house in their community."

"Happy housewarming." Cheng Jiang immediately realized who Xiao Duan was, and began to struggle to maintain a normal tone and expression, "Your daughter... must be very happy."

The old man didn't answer the question:

"You've never seen a heart attack before, have you? It must have shocked you."

"Nothing."

"Mao Jing...my daughter has always wanted a child." The old man cat said to himself, "Thinking like crazy. I don't know why she is so persistent. The doctor didn't advise her to have a child, but she just got pregnant by herself. Yes. She is such a stubborn girl. When she is stubborn, she doesn't care about anything. At that time, I had a big fight with her, and she got sick because of the excitement. She was afraid, and hid from me for a while, and never came again. But when her due date passed, she still didn’t come to see me, saying she was sick. I thought it was strange at the time, but I wasn’t sure. Later that day, I thought, if she really came , we pretend nothing happened. But if she doesn't come, doesn't even answer the phone, then the premonition comes true, I guessed it."

Cheng Jiang didn't have the time to ask what that strange premonition was, because the old cat continued calmly:

"Then I knew that my daughter... died a long time ago."

Cheng Jiang heard something "boom" in his mind, but he maintained the state of listening well, forcing himself to continue listening to the old cat who didn't know who to tell.

"The baby was finally born, and it was a boy. I went to my in-law's house to see that the whole family was taking care of a child. I heard that the current inspection is very healthy. Her man is a good man, and I can rest assured that their family is taking care of the child. .She had a baby as she wished, and she was happy. How happy she was, and told them not to tell me. But my baby died."

"Please mourn." Cheng Jiang said succinctly and carefully.

"Yes, it's okay, I'm sorry. Sigh! Xiao Cheng, I'm here to tell someone else, I shouldn't say such frustrating things, but please understand. I'm an old man and I don't have any acquaintances nearby. You can't use these words to pierce Xiao Duan's heart."

"Yes." Cheng Jiang replied.

The last sentence the old cat said before he left was to ask Cheng Jiang to help feed the cat occasionally.

Girls play until it's time to go to bed.Her two guardians took her back to her room, and Cheng Jiang sat by her bed and told her a story.After listening to it, she was still too excited to fall asleep, so Shen Jiqing made another one for her.She didn't go to bed until ten past eight.

After putting Cynthia, who was elated because she had just turned two years old, to sleep, Cheng Jiang held the computer in one hand and a bag of things in the other, and tried to close the door several times.Shen Jiqing walked in front of him, and was standing by the door frame waiting for him, seeing this, she helped him out.After the metal teeth of the door gnawed together, the two walked down the stairs side by side. Downstairs was a warm and bright living room.

At the end of the whole day, they had a little time alone.

Shen Jiqing's eyes began to revolve around Cheng Jiang's hand from the moment she came downstairs, but she held back her words all the time, like a child who stares at candy but dare not ask for it during the festival.

When they walked to the sofa, Cheng Jiang put the computer aside and showed the things wrapped in his hand.

"Give it to me?" Shen Jiqing asked pretending to be pleasantly surprised.The extent of his "pretend" was a bit big, and Cheng Jiang immediately saw the exaggeration in it.Not only that, but he still refused to accept the gift for a long time, so he wanted to guess first.

"Okay," Cheng Jiang cooperated with him, "You have three chances."

Shen Jiqing first took a closer look at the wrapping paper with the pattern of cherry red and medium green flower wall.Cheng Jiang had previously bought a box of gift wrapping paper near his workplace. Each sheet was A2-sized, folded in four and placed in a flat box with different patterns.When he bought it, he found that most of the patterns were a bit feminine, but colorful, and they looked beautiful when wrapped, like the outer packaging of sweets.

"Is it chocolate?"

Cheng Jiang shook his head.

Shen Jiqing leaned forward to touch the contents through the wrapping paper.The gift is packaged in a regular cuboid shape, smooth and firm to the touch.

"storage box?"

Cheng Jiang once again vetoed his guess.He held his chin and thought for a while, then asked:

"It's so boxy, are things packed directly or packed in a box?"

"It was wrapped directly." Cheng Jiang reminded.

"Shouldn't it be tea?"

Cheng Jiang finally said:

"Open it and have a look, I'll make you something to drink later."

Shen Jiqing was waiting for this sentence, so she gently pulled the package into her arms, carefully untied the ribbon, uncovered the wrapping paper, and folded it into a flat piece without even a single tear.He looked at the things on his knees for a while, and then laughed.

It was a collection of poems fastened neatly with thin cotton threads.

When Shen Jiqing started reading surrounded by a pile of cushions, Cheng Jiang also got up.He remembered the turmeric tea that Lin Suimeng had introduced to him before, and after counting it, he found that there were still some ingredients left, so he began to add things to the milk pot.When he turned around to get the black pepper, he suddenly heard Shen Jiqing on the sofa shout:

"Cheng Jiang? Come and read this."

"what happened?"

He turned his head back, but Shen Jiqing just lowered his head at this moment, continuing to read the book on his knees, the hair on his forehead drooped down, covering a little of his eyes.Cheng Jiang waited, but he didn't see him looking up. He thought he was hallucinating, so he shifted his focus to the milk pot again, waiting for the water to boil.

The boiled tea turned a soft yellow color. Cheng Jiang inserted a pair of extended chopsticks into it to stir, and turned off the fire as soon as the 10-minute timer sounded.When he was adding evaporated milk to the pot, he looked back again. The people on the sofa in the distance were sitting quietly, as if they hadn't moved for a while.

He filled two cups of things, because he didn't estimate the quantity before, so both cups were filled very full, as if they were about to overflow at any time.He picked up a cup with one hand, took a sip of his own cup first, and then returned to the sofa as smoothly as possible after seeing the liquid level go down a bit.

"It's turmeric tea, which can help you sleep. I sometimes brew some to drink." He carefully handed the cup to Shen Jiqing, "You didn't move your chopsticks for dinner today, did you? Are you hungry now?"

At first the other party didn't move, still bowed his head, holding one hand as if thinking about something.After Cheng Jiang drank a few more sips of the milk tea in his cup and sat next to him, he slowly sat up straight and said in a slower speed:

"I would love to kiss you."

☆、chapter49

Shen Jiqing's words were extremely abrupt, Cheng Jiang didn't react, he loosened his hand subconsciously, and the milk tea in his hand wobbled up several times, so that it almost didn't overflow.Cheng Jiang looked into the other's eyes in a daze, feeling that every word he said was slowly emerging, floating up and down in the blank space of the room.Someone grabbed his own nature that he hadn't thought of for a long time, and scratched it lightly.

what does he mean?Cheng Jiang thought almost in panic, what does he mean?

He heard the eager beating of his own heart.

Shen Jiqing still looked at him steadfastly, tilted her head slightly, and continued to say clearly in a reciting tone:

"The price of kissing is your life."

When he said this, the childish expression that Cheng Jiang was familiar with returned.Cheng Jiang immediately realized that he was thinking too much because he was proficient, and looked at the pages of the book.Sure enough, the following sentence completely matched what Shen Jiqing said next.When Cheng Jiang suddenly understood what he was doing, Shen Jiqing's voice suddenly changed halfway, and finally laughed directly:

"Now my loving is running toward my life shouting, Whata bargain, let's buy it!"

Shen Jiqing leaned over while smiling, took a sip of milk tea from Cheng Jiang's hand, and then took the cup.He turned the pages of the book that had just been closed, and showed Cheng Jiang the original text of the little poem he had just recited. The title was "I would love to kiss you (I want to kiss you)".Then the two of them huddled together to read poetry with cups in their hands, and the air was filled with a faint smell of ginger powder.

"He sneaked into your alley at night...he has no choice. [Note: Rumi, he has no choice]" Shen Jiqing whispered a short Chinese version of the poem.Neither of them mentioned the confusing atmosphere deliberately created by the little poem just now, as if nothing had happened.

"Is it raining outside?" Cheng Jiang asked suddenly.

Outside the window, there was a timely burst of raindrops hitting the ground.He didn't wait for Shen Jiqing's answer any longer, he hurriedly put the bottomed cup on the small coffee table in front, stood up and walked towards the umbrella stand in the entrance, and took a flashlight when he came out.

"I'm going to see if the garlic seedlings I planted last week need to be covered with plastic sheeting." He said in a pretentious way, "I'll be right back."

When Cheng Jiang heard Shen Jiqing's answer, he turned around and hurriedly unlocked the courtyard door.At this time, the sound of unlocking the lock was deafening in his ears, and he didn't hear the people in the room continuing to read poetry.He also didn't see Shen Jiqing in the living room paused, picked up the cup and drank the last sip of milk tea, and then put the cup on the coffee table, next to Cheng Jiang's.

For a moment, there was only the sound of rain in the living room.

Although I came out in a hurry, the rain outside was still very light at this time, and there was even a tendency to stop soon.Cheng Jiang slowly turned the handle of the umbrella and walked five or six times along the railing of the yard. He was reluctant to go back for a long time, so he could only keep finding things for himself to do.

He moved the umbrella away a bit and allowed himself to be exposed to the rain for a while.Only now did he calm down, carefully recalling Shen Jiqing's expression just now, it was obviously the other party's usual out-of-the-ordinary joke.Shen Jiqing often likes to make all kinds of jokes, he is used to it; and the most painful thing for him is that he was sure that he took the jokes seriously just for a moment.

This is wrong, Cheng Jiang thought.He had Little Chandler, he belonged to Little Chandler, he knew what Little Chandler brought him.He doesn't need Little Chandler.But Little Chandler is different from Shen Jiqing.Little Chandler wouldn't—Shen Jiqing wouldn't—he knew very well that as long as...then Shen Jiqing would definitely not be another Little Chandler.He didn't dare to continue thinking about it, so he could only let himself walk in circles.When I stopped before I knew it, I was already squatting by the corner of the wall, which was not as neat as other places, holding a gardening shovel in my hand, wiping it on the wet, potholed soil, making harsh noises. Friction sound.

Rubbing sound?

Cheng Jiang put the umbrella on his shoulder, lowered his head, and tried to wipe it hard again.There are hard objects and the iron sheet of the shovel scraping against each other, making an extremely uncomfortable screeching sound.There was clearly something else beneath this patch of soil that he hadn't given much thought to, probably rubbish that he hadn't cleaned up in the first place.

As soon as Cheng Jiang found something to do, he immediately moved his hands and dug down hard.After a few shovels, no large foreign objects were dug up, but the friction sound was obviously still there.He turned his gaze back to the part he had just dug out, and tapped it with the shovel, making a dull, small sound.

"It's a fragment." He murmured to himself in a low voice, and used a shovel to grind the dirt a few times, and finally picked out a small fragment that couldn't see the color because it was covered in mud.

Going on, I picked out a few more pieces that couldn't be distinguished by color, large and small, I don't know what they were used for, and how they appeared here.Because he was worried that the foreign matter would affect the growth of the plants, he finally gathered all the fragments carefully with his hands, held them in the rain and watered them.

At this time, the rain was a little heavier than before. Cheng Jiang didn't want to get drenched for a few pieces, so he simply let the pieces get wet.The fragments can barely see the original normal color, but they are all dirty, most of them are transparent, and they should be glass flakes.

Only one larger piece can be vaguely seen to be a hollow tube, the length of a finger, and the color is a translucent, highly saturated iridescent ring strip.Cheng Jiang squinted his eyes and studied for a while, only to find that the sight was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it before.

He couldn't find a place to throw the fragments away, so he could only put them in his pocket temporarily.Just when he was thinking about what else to do for him to meditate, there was a knock on the door of the courtyard from inside.

Shen Jiqing shouted:

"There's your phone!"

Cheng Yuegu is a casual person, as long as the global clock shows that it is not midnight on China's side, she may call in at any time.Although Cheng Jiang never expressed any objection to her habit, he felt that this time her call came at an inopportune time.

Shen Jiqing put away the umbrella for him, and shook the handle at the gate of the yard for a long time before locking the door.Cheng Jiang thanked him, took the phone and went into the room, still sitting in the first place.The two of them use the same brand of mobile phone. Although it is popular in China because of its good functions, it has always had a problem that is difficult to solve: the sound leaks when making calls.For the sake of being polite, Shen Jiqing sat at the table a little further away by herself, leaving room for Cheng Jiang to speak.

In order to find something to do for himself, he just remembered to dismantle the new glass man he just picked up today.

This year's glass man was seen in the store's catalog and just arrived today.

This time, the little figure is wearing a tall pointed hat, with two transparent arms stretched straight forward, holding a plump pink heart as big as its head in the middle.The villain has a delicate surface unique to glass, and has long hands and feet. It seems that just grabbing it and throwing it on the table can break its loving arms.Shen Jiqing took out her mobile phone, not caring about the overall dim lighting in the living room, and began to take close-up photos of it.

Cheng Jiang's voice also came from the living room.He didn't press down his throat deliberately when he spoke, but his voice became very small when it reached the dining table, and it sounded like the speaker was out of breath.He hardly ever finished a sentence.

"No, she's asleep. Yes, I've seen—"

"Mum, listen to me. She doesn't—"

"I can, that time was—"

"But that can't be a—"

"No. Me and—"

long silence.

"You hang up first....It's okay, then I'll hang up first." Finally he said wearily, "Goodbye, Mom."

Cheng Jiang put down his phone and allowed himself to slide down a little from the sofa.For some reason, he felt that the cups in front of him seemed to be doubled, one at a time, and two at a time.He sat down again, reached out to pick up the two empty glasses, and went to the kitchen to clean them up.

Shen Jiqing sat quietly at the dining table while he was working.When he turned around after finishing his work, he happened to see the glass man in the middle of the table. The little man holding a heart seemed to have a warm family atmosphere.He had nothing else to look at, so he just continued to look at it while sitting opposite Shen Jiqing.

"You like this very much?" Shen Jiqing asked suddenly, pointing to the little man with the tip of his finger with his chin.He didn't say a word about the phone call that just ended on the other side of the living room, and he didn't express the slightest curiosity.

"It's really beautiful." Cheng Jiang admitted, "Have you finished taking the photos?"

"Yeah, it's an annual practice, and it's right to keep a photo as a souvenir."

"Leave a picture? Have all these glass men been sent away?"

Shen Jiqing smiled at him with her eyes bent, and there was a sentence written in her eyes brightly: You are chewing on words again.He then went on to explain the "annual practice":

"It's a habit I developed when I was a teenager. I used to run back and forth to the hospital for a while, feeling depressed all day long, so my stepmother bought me a glass doll. I liked it very much at the time, but later Decided to buy one every year."

"Hospital?" Cheng Jiang grabbed a key word, "Were you in poor health when you were young?"

"That's not true." Shen Jiqing replied nonchalantly, "Well, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, something is wrong to some extent, and it's not a fatal thing, but it's just annoying. At that time, my temper became very inexplicable all day long. , when it is serious, sometimes he suddenly loses his temper while talking, which can scare others."

Cheng Jiang shook his head, feeling that he couldn't imagine Shen Jiqing's moody appearance.For no reason, he felt that this topic made him a little uncomfortable, so he switched the question point:

"But you had a stepmother back then? I thought my mother was..." He stopped here, and suddenly remembered the name "Xiaochan" he had heard in the community.He thought about how to say the following words, and finally gave up.

He knew that Shen Jiqing understood what he meant.

"Ah, it's really not. He didn't go well in this aspect. He got married and divorced, and divorced and married again. When I was five or six years old...Unfortunately, he became single again and then married your mother."

"Have you been divorced twice?" After Cheng Jiang asked, he felt that it was not good for him to discuss his father's marriage gossip with Shen Jiqing on his birthday, but since the parties were very interested and the topic had reached this point, he had no choice but to continue.

Shen Jiqing answered lightly:

"No. His second wife died later."

Cheng Jiang has been a bit hesitant to hear the word "death" recently.Although he had already concealed the impact of the cat's old man's visit, he was hit again at this time, and only felt a thud in his chest.He supported his head and carefully observed Shen Jiqing's expression. Although he didn't see any obvious sad expression, he still said politely:

"I regret that."

"No need." Shen Jiqing said frankly, "Actually, it wasn't long, just... just two months before I married your mother. She was ill for many years, and in the end she almost never appeared in front of outsiders. My father was looking for her outside. It’s been several years. Your mother probably didn’t know there was such a person at the time. She was sick all over her body, and she didn’t take good care of it. , maybe because of illness, so it was a bit gloomy. We got along pretty well at first, but then...it was different. There was a period of time when our whole family was very chaotic. I was actually not particularly sad when she died, because I don't have any feelings for her, and I don't like her. It's just that... she's not bad enough to die anyway."

Only at this moment did Shen Jiqing have a sad expression on his face.

"Forget it," he paused, and restarted the topic, "Today is not Qingming Festival, let's talk about some happy things."

☆、chapter50

They talked casually that night until nine o'clock and Shen Jiqing was going to wash up and go to bed.

"This is my birthday reward for me," he said, "Do you know that a person who sleeps six hours a day is completely different from sleeping eight hours? It was published in the Life Science Journal. If a person sleeps six hours a day, He's going to look really gaunt, so we've got to be able to get eight hours of sleep when we can."

Cheng Jiang, who can barely make up six hours a day, supports his view.

"Aren't you going to take this up?" When Shen Jiqing went upstairs, he saw the lonely glass man on the table, so he remembered to ask.The latter stopped, poked his head out from behind the railing, and asked Cheng Jiang:

"Do you like it?"

"what?"

"How do you like it?"

Cheng Jiang didn't know, so he hummed.

"Then it's yours now." Shen Jiqing smiled slyly and showed her eight small white teeth, then turned her head and left.

"Give it to me? Isn't this your birthday commemoration?" Cheng Jiang chased to the bottom of the stairs and shouted.

"And now I want to pass on his happiness and good luck to you." Shen Jiqing had already reached the second floor at this time, and looked down at him, "Surprised or not, excited or not?"

Cheng Jiang said helplessly: "I finally bought something, how can I give it away?"

"You are different." Shen Jiqing made a face at him, "Then what, keep it well."

In the end, he ran away without waiting for Cheng Jiang to understand what "different" meant.

On Cheng Jiang's table, there were two small ornaments on the left and the right, one was a mountain demon, and the other was a villain with a pointed hat, both of which were given to him by Shen Jiqing.When he has nothing to do, he likes to stare at them for a while, then open his computer files, and continue to conceive the short stories that he has written for more than two years and has not been able to finish.While he was doing these things, he occasionally felt at peace within himself.

Here he is, Diana thought.She wanted to rush out to drive the assailant out of the door, but she was afraid that she would not take the initiative to face him, so she hesitated in the bedroom with the door closed.The sky had already darkened, and it weighed heavily on her shoulders, making her almost unable to move. She could only let the light of the oil lamp jump up and down uneasily instead of her.Her hands were shaking uncontrollably as she gripped the long-handled broom.

The sound of footsteps swirled outside the room, and the other party was probably searching for his victim, and everywhere he reached was the sound of rummaging.Diana suddenly remembered that the door of the room was unlocked, so she ran forward quickly, still holding the broom with one hand, and dragging a chair vigorously with the other, trying to block the door from the inside.There was a long hoarse sound as the legs of the chair scraped across the floor, and she stopped in horror.

"Little Jiang, are you still coming to the rehearsal this week?"

"I come."

"Excellent! The parting scene under our row window this week is the one you wrote about."

"That scene! Didn't I say it, it was written by me and my friend together."

The footsteps outside paused, then became clear and urgent.The assailant who heard the noise in the room was rushing towards her room.She took a deep breath, and continued to pull the chair vigorously, regardless of the possible noise, barely reaching the door.At the same time, the door was pushed inward frantically, and the chair moved forward with such force, exposing one eye of the person outside the door.A fierce, bloodshot, terrifying woman's eye.

The shutters in the office cast a huge black shadow, and the heavy desktop computer was turned on three times before it opened smoothly without any lag, and the content in the USB flash drive was read slowly.

"Project Background: Data from the Bureau of Statistics shows..."

Next door to the document is the "Andersen Project" that he downloaded a month ago, and he hasn't opened it yet.

The blood-red eyes flickered only a few times, as Diana threw herself against the door with all her strength in her panic, and slammed the gap shut.However, the mad woman's strength was surprisingly great. They sawed several times, and the chair was finally knocked open, and fell backwards on the ground.The woman also jumped down due to inertia, and Diana's broom was hit on the arm, and the door was slammed shut behind them.Diana took a few steps back, grabbed the stool again, and missed the woman as she got up panting fiercely.The lunatic cursed unbearable obscenities, turned over the lamp and stood up, holding a knife in his hand that obviously came out of the kitchen.

"Xiangxiang's dress was made for her by her mother," Cynthia said.

"Is it?—don't turn your head in your seat, dear. It's dangerous. I can hear you when you look ahead."

"Did my mother make me a dress?"

"...No. But if you want, I have a chance to try to make one for you."

"Xiangxiang's mother even baked cakes for her."

"We can bake on weekends."

"I want Mommy to bake with you. And Bobo, the three of you bake cakes together."

Cheng Jiang rode downhill smoothly, causing the girl to let out a small exclamation as usual.She raised her face slightly again, her eyes were the color of the sky.

"Can't it be just us?" He asked with difficulty, and his daughter was thoughtful.

"No mother?" Cynthia asked.

"No mother." Cheng Jiang replied.An invisible hand gripped his stomach and intestines, twisting them into a twisted shape that made it hard for him to breathe.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly.

Originally, she was clear-headed, quick-moving, and had self-defense tools at hand, so she could easily knock the lunatic unconscious, but when she heard the sound of the door slamming, she panicked, her limbs became stiff with fright, and she just wanted to run away.She jumped onto the bed in three steps and two steps, smashed the window glass with the stool with her backhand, and ignoring the small wounds on her pretty face scratched by the glass, she jumped out of the window on the first floor and jumped out of the window In the bleak shadow of the moon.She had put on her shoes in advance in the house, and now she was running wildly, just waiting to run to the more crowded square to ask for help.

She heard the lunatic curse a few words in the room, and jumped out after her, and soon came the sound of stumbling and chasing.The black branches stretched out their hands to block her, and kicked up small stones and scattered branches and leaves under her feet, making her realize that she was involuntarily running towards the woods.She hurriedly shuttled through the forest, stumbled several times and nearly fell down.She heard her panting in fear and despair in the dark, and suddenly there was a sparkle in front of her eyes, and she realized that she had run to the lake.Without a weapon, alone, he ran to the lake under the chase of a crazy woman with a weapon, just like last time——

Cynthia wore a small light blue hairpin on her head, in the shape of a thin and long abstract bow.Shen Jiqing explained that he used the remaining money in the meal card to exchange it from the store of the unit. Their meal card was charged by the unit every month, and if it was not used up, it had to be cleared every month.He also said the plastic resin was of such good quality that Cynthia would be able to wear it when she was older.

But only he knew that it was Cynthia's most-used barrette.

He picked it up carefully and looked at it. The shape and texture were all the same.During that time, she didn't style her hair very much, so she often only used this hair clip to pin the hair on her forehead, even it looked good.

Before she committed suicide.

Diana's blood ran cold.

Not being able to be killed was her only thought.She covered her mouth and tried to stay as calm as possible without breathing too loudly.The lunatic's footsteps kept coming, getting closer and then stopped again, as if he was searching.While she was searching, Diana had already quietly walked forward a few steps, and finally reached the part of the forest closest to the river bank, hiding her body among the bushes.She waited with bated breath, a second, a second.

The madman came into view at last, and staggered out of the woods.Under the night, only a silhouette remained of her figure. The shadow was not tall, but seemed to be about the same height as Diana herself.This realization gave her the courage to rush out before she had time to think too much, and gave the lunatic who was looking left and right a hard push on the back.The lunatic's body had a light weight that didn't match her ferocious appearance. She was emaciated, and she staggered and fell into the lake in just one stroke.

She heard the sound of churning water.

The child was lying comfortably on the bed, with a look of innocence on his yet-to-open face: "I want to ask the moon, when can I fly with my mother."

The woman's irritated voice: "It would be great if it was two years earlier, if only then I would have thought of..."

A clear and gentle singing voice came from the phone: "I asked the moon: Do you still want me?"

The cold voice of a strange man: "Son, don't look at your mother, answer yourself. Tell me, why did you leave Lengwan?"

The young man asked blankly, "Why didn't you take me away?"

The phone with the broken screen is singing: "The moon said..."

The woman sums it up pitifully and affirmatively: "And you, my son, you're a gay, socially handicapped man with little ambition."

The young man said shyly: "...I thought it represented happiness, so I also named my daughter Moon."

The noise of many people talking together gradually dissipated, leaving only the melodious music.

"Would you still want me?"

"I have no sympathy for poor..."

"I'm not in the habit of sympathizing with the poor."

Diana succeeded in one blow, and soon collapsed on the ground. It took a long time to gather strength to get up, and climbed to the river bank with hands and feet. Looking down, she saw the lunatic lying face down.