damaged

Recently, a lot of strangers have come, one after another, with anxious expressions on many faces.

The button on the [-]th floor was broken by batch after batch of people, and it broke.

They then divided into two groups, some on the [-]th floor, some on the [-]th floor, and finally both groups of people will gather together on the [-]th floor.

There was a lot of people and it was very noisy.

Received many complaints from neighbors.

"The continuous rain in this city is expected to stop in the next few days. Please friends..." The uncle in the elevator changed the channel before the weather forecast on the radio finished.

Aroused the dissatisfaction of an old lady beside her: "What's the matter if you listen!"

"I don't like to listen to this, my health program is coming soon, why should I listen to that useless.

It rains when it rains, and it rains when it should be sunny. It's all God's fortune, and it has nothing to do with me! "

"Oh yes, speaking of which, what happened to the old lady on the eighteenth floor?"

"Hey, it's just that when people get old, it's natural. Life and death depend on God, wealth and honor depend on fate, and no one can escape this natural law."

After hearing this, Arlene quickly turned her head and asked eagerly, "What do you mean?"

"It's her old man who has gone to drive the crane fairy!" The silver-haired old lady next to him explained first.

After speaking, the elevator door opened.

Arlene stood in the elevator, refusing to move.

"Girl, your twelfth is here."

Arlene came back to her senses, raised her hand and pressed the sixteenth floor.

The urgency in her heart stretched the time for a long time, and the elevator went up really slowly.

The moment the elevator door opened, Arlene rushed out, turned around and entered the emergency passage of the corridor, and ran straight up to Grandma Chan's house.

how can that be possible?

Mingming met her in the elevator room a few days ago, and she smiled and stuffed the blue candy into her hand.

Now that candy is still lying in his pocket.

how can that be possible?

Still far away, the voice came from there, resounding in the dark corridor.

"Mom was killed by you! Throughout the year, how many times can you think about coming back to see her!

If I hadn't come back here to find her, mother's body, it would have completely rotted in this house! "

Many people stood at the door of Mrs. Chan, forming a big circle with many layers inside and outside.

Surrounded by a few middle-aged people in their mid-fifties, listening to the arguments of the people around them, they were the children of the old lady Chan.

"What do you mean by being discovered by you? What are you busy with all day long? Mom is sick, do you know what's wrong with her?

When the old lady was hospitalized with a broken bone three years ago, did you come to the hospital to take care of her for one night? ! "

Among the few people, the one who looked the oldest, was pointed at his nose and scolded, and his face flushed like a pig's liver.

I don't know who moved the hand first, it was chaotic at first, but the left and right fists waved even more chaotically, as chaotic as leaves blown down by the wind.

Some people fought, some shouted, and some were busy on the phone.

A voice came out of nowhere and entered Arlene's ears: "I've never seen Mrs. Chan's house so lively before."

Suddenly, a man in a khaki coat came out of Mrs. Chan's house silently.

He has blue stubble all over his face, but his eyes look young. In his hand, he is holding a large transparent plastic bag, the oldest one, filled with something blue, like a star folded by a child.

As if he couldn't see the group of quarreling and fighting next to him, he dragged the blue bag straight, brushed aside the crowd, and was about to leave: "Excuse me."

But his arm was grabbed by a palm behind him: "Yongchang, what are you doing?"

He threw it away forcefully, thrust forward into the gap between the crowd, and repeated: "Excuse me."

"Yongchang, if you give up your inheritance, you have to come and sign to prove it!"

The oldest man shouted after him.

When Chan Yongchang passed by Arlene, Arlene could see clearly that the blue ones were exactly the same as the candy in her pocket.

For so many years, Mrs. Chan has always made a lot of these candies, made a lot of them, and distributed them to the children around her, and gave them when they met.If you can't get rid of it, if the sugar cubes melt, or if it's broken, keep it for yourself.

"The old lady Chan is really pitiful. She is alone at home, and the candy is choked in her throat, and she is forced to hold it back..."

"It's all other people's business, don't talk too much!"

Arlene stood there in a daze, as if in a lifetime.

She looked at the door that was not closed tightly, and the wooden stick that accompanied her in the last time stuck out her head, stuck at the door, blocking the door that was about to be closed.

"Who put such a piece of rotten wood here! Isn't it sick!"

The man with paint on his face cursed angrily, raised his leg and kicked him violently.

The wood rolled and fell to the ground, making a rattling sound.

Then there was a loud bang when the anti-theft door was slammed shut.

"Don't worry about other things! Tomorrow's funeral, no one can let me have the same situation as today! I didn't fulfill my filial piety when I was alive, and when I went, don't be too selfish! I am not targeting anyone, these individuals here, Everyone is like this!"

A long and narrow bolt of lightning flashed across the sky quickly. Everyone thought it was going to be a big thunderstorm, but after waiting for a long time, they didn't hear it.

On the contrary, the crying in the mourning hall was louder.

The list of the deceased was scrolled on the big screen, and the family members lined up to go in, talking and laughing, stepped out of the threshold with red eyes, and tried their best to hold back their faces to match the solemnity.Some people are crying, fake crying, the kind of despicability that can be seen at a glance.

They cry out, using their throats as a megaphone to attract attention in bursts.

Touched by the emotion I created, I secretly admired my superb acting skills.

After reading the eulogy, it is time to say goodbye to the deceased.The old lady's body was parked in a room, and everyone grabbed a handful of flower petals and lined up to sprinkle her on her body.After the ceremony, they will be carried away.

Arlene stood in the corner, looking at the empty lobby, only Chan Yongchang and his wife were left staring at the face of the deceased.

When the staff of the funeral home came to lift it up, they didn't use their strength and trembled.A blue-wrapped candy fell out of the old lady's pocket.

Everyone looked at it in horror.

"Who--! Why didn't you take care of the deceased's clothes--!?" The wife stared at the innocent worker with a hoarse voice.

Chan Yongchang pressed her shoulder: "I let it go."

She looked up sharply, looking at her husband with suspicion and alienation in her eyes.

"I forgive her," he said with scarlet eyes, "she, my mother."

She wanted to suppress the anger in her voice: "She hurt Ruirui, your father, and you."

Tears flickered in his eyes, and he tried his best to squeeze a smile back at his wife, and his voice was full of childlike grievances: "I know. But Ruirui likes her the most, Dad likes her the most, and so do I. "

Eventually tears rolled down his voice trembling, and he put his hands to his forehead to cover his eyes.He turned around, his figure trembling.

"I haven't called her mother very well."

The old lady's body was carried away, and within a few minutes it turned into a puff of black smoke floating in the sky.

The people who came to express their condolences had scattered back and forth, and they had fulfilled their duties as guests, and the remaining sons and daughters should discuss the division of the inheritance.

And Chan Yongchang sat alone on the steps of the funeral home, smoking a cigarette without saying a word, and the ash under his feet had accumulated layer after layer.

People said she was a stupid woman.

Taking care of his wife resulted in a car accident on the road, taking care of his granddaughter and causing her granddaughter to drown and die, caring for her son but ruining her son's career.She bought most of her pension and distributed it to stray cats and dogs in the city.

He keeps making blue candies and filling his house, watching the candies melt and getting anxious.

She hung holiday lights instead of incandescent lights in the house she lived alone, which aggravated her eye problems.

In winter, she wore thin clothes and stood in the snow watching the snowflakes fall. As a result, she became seriously ill, and her body never returned to normal.

She did a lot of useless things and wasted a lot of time.She can only laugh, laughing foolishly.

Arlene pinched the last candy from the old lady Chan from her pocket, and unscrewed the blue candy wrapper, a light yellow candy with irregular shapes.She stuffed it into her mouth, it tasted like peaches.

She unfolded the candy paper, and the pattern printed on it was like a child's scribbles. There were eight people standing under the sun, smiling happily, and there were a few crooked words on the top:

happy family.

When the old lady was alive, no one could understand this painting, but after she passed away, it became a deep sigh.

Forgive or not, the matter that has been entangled for such a lifetime, no matter what the ending is, it will eventually turn into a puff of smoke in the sky.

"Eileen?"

Arlene turned around and saw Meng Wenjun looking at her in surprise, as if asking, "Why are you here?"

You are here anyway.

Even Meng Wenjun had no chance to ask questions.

Meng Wenjun lost a lot of weight again, and the beard protruding from his chin was not taken care of. On his face, he seemed to have suddenly aged a lot.

The silvery white hair in his hair pierced Arlene's heart like a needle.

Arlene pressed the candy to the side of her mouth and called out, "Meng Wenjun."

Hearing such a call, Meng Wenjun was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to be relieved, and he smiled lightly: "Now Arlene's eyes are full of hope."

"This is exactly against your will." Arlene said, looking straight into Meng Wenjun's eyes.

Meng Wenjun shook his head, and the smile on his face became even more bleak: "When you rescued Tang Muyang, I knew that we would never go back to the past."

Arlene's eyes were full of anger: "You come to me, you come to Zhang Yeqiu, why do you want to pull others in?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

When he said this, the calmness on Meng Wenjun's face was like a lake of stagnant water.

"That's what I was meant to be."