Boss Ji's petite wife

It was already two weeks later when Ni Qixi received the strange call. At this time, the school had already been on vacation, and he had already moved to the dormitory for graduate students.

This morning, when Ni Qixi got up together, he saw heavy snow falling on the ground outside the window, which made him feel like he was in another world.

And that strange phone call came in at this time.

Ni Qixi never answered calls from unfamiliar numbers, but the location of the call was too familiar, so he hesitated for a moment and finally answered it.

"Hey! Your father is dead!"

A sharp and mean woman's voice came from the other side of the phone. She didn't say hello, didn't announce her family name, and just said that directly.

Ni Qixi frowned for a moment, his mind went blank, and then answered with clenched fists, "It's none of my business if he dies!"

His voice was very cold, without any warmth, just like the cold world covered by heavy snow outside the window at this time.

"Long Gen, listen to what this little bastard is saying! Listen to what this damn bastard is talking about"

The voice on the phone suddenly became noisy, as if the woman was arguing with someone.

And the name 'Long Root' made Ni Qixi suffocate for a moment, and the next moment, the person on the phone changed.

"It's Xiaoqi, right? I'm your uncle. Something happened to your father. Come back."

The man's voice was surprisingly calm, in stark contrast to the woman's voice, but at this time, the woman's sharp curse could still be vaguely heard on the other side of the phone.

Ni Qixi closed her eyes, how long has it been since she heard a similar sound

what,

It has been four years.

Ni Qixi closed her eyes, her breathing was difficult for a moment.

He paused, opened his eyes and looked at the white world outside the window, and calmly replied, "I'm not Xiaoqi, you made the wrong number."

After Ni Qixi said this, she was about to hang up the phone, but the man on the other end of the phone was anxious, and quickly shouted: "You little bastard, you don't even recognize your father?! Your father died in a car accident! He's gone!!"

"It's none of my fucking business if he dies! Fuck!!"

Ni Qixi couldn't help shouting, his eyes turned red instantly, and then those unbearable memories flooded into his mind, making him fall into an abyss in an instant.

The full stop four years ago was not complete enough, so this time we have to make a thorough conclusion.

After getting on the train, he traveled across most of China and passed many strange cities. Ni Qixi sat numbly in the carriage, smelling all kinds of unpleasant smells and noisy voices. His face was only indifferent.

On the train for a day and a night, Ni Qixi ate two buckets of instant noodles, then got off the train, and finally vomited completely in the dirty bathroom with a feeling of nausea.

The train station in City D is still small and dirty, just like when he left four years ago.

Ni Qixi bought a bottle of water, didn't stop much, and directly squeezed into the bus to the town.

The smell in the bus was even more unpleasant than in the train carriage. Ni Qixi suppressed the nausea and endured it for two full hours. At 10:[-] the next morning, she arrived at the D town station.

The last leg is a ticket car, the kind that buys a ticket when you get on the car.

Ni Qixi got into the car and searched through his pockets for a long time before he found a few dollars in change.

There is no snow here, and the temperature is not below zero, but the weather is gloomy and looks very depressing.

When Ni Qixi was standing at the entrance of the village, he snorted, pulled the backpack on his back, and smiled mockingly.

Finally came back.

This place made him feel sick and suffocating.

It is obviously a quiet and beautiful small village.

Ni Qixi detoured the familiar roads engraved in his bones, and finally his eyes fell on the dilapidated wooden door. At this time, the wooden door was hung white, which was particularly eye-catching among the red bricks and green tiles.

Ni Qixi's steps paused, her fingers on the strap of her backpack paused, her lips trembled slightly.

After being stunned for a while, Ni Qixi stepped forward and pushed open the wooden door that seemed to break with a single kick, and walked in.

Entering the door, a dilapidated courtyard with low walls is full of weeds, and the kitchen next to it has no smoke, and it is already noon.

But the noon door facing it opened, and inside was a simple mourning hall that couldn't be more simple. A black and white photo was placed behind the incense burner, and a few cigarettes were still burning in the incense burner.

Looking at the photo, Ni Qixi took half a step back, the kind of fear and timidity that only touched his heart made his face turn pale in an instant.

For a few minutes, Ni Qixi's fist clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched again, over and over again.

It turned out that he was really dead.

Ah

died.

Looking at the photo, Ni Qixi suddenly burst out laughing, from being silent at the beginning to laughing loudly later.

The emotions that had no place to vent since getting in the car suddenly found an outlet at this moment. The tears and amplified laughter were intertwined, like an emotional collapse.

Enough of laughing, Ni Qixi looked at the photo and strode in.

Only at this time did he notice that there was a person huddled beside the altar in the mourning hall, a child to be precise.

Ni Qixi was too emotional just now, so he didn't notice at all, and he didn't notice her until he walked in.

The kid was standing by the table, not even knee high, with two braids on his head, but they were messy, and it looked like they had been tied several days ago.

The clothes on her body were so dirty that she couldn't tell whether it was yellow or pink, and her face was also dirty, with traces of bluish red, and only a pair of black eyes were looking at Ni Qixi at this moment.

Ni Qixi was startled, slammed her back against the door frame, and stared fixedly at the child.

"You, who are you?!"

It took Ni Qixi a long time to react. Fortunately, it was broad daylight, otherwise he would have thought it was haunted, after all, there was a dead person lying here.

But that child didn't respond to Ni Qixi's words, and still stared at Ni Qixi with his eyes.

"ah!!"

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the direction of the courtyard door.

Ni Qixi turned her head in an instant, and then saw a strange but somewhat familiar face. The sour and mean face made Ni Qixi instantly match the title of aunt.

The woman glanced at Ni Qixi, as if she was confirming something, and as if she had finally confirmed something, she shouted behind her: "Long Root! Long Root!! That little bastard is back!!!"

Little bastard, dead mother thing, still the same title.

Ni Qixi was almost tired of hearing it, he raised his foot to step out of the high threshold from the main room, only to be grabbed by the hem of his clothes.

Ni Qixi turned her head suddenly, and saw that the child who had just shrunk by the table was grabbing his clothes with her small black hands.

"Hehe, it really is a family. Seeing me and Chang Gen is like seeing an enemy, and now I recognize someone!"

The woman at the door turned her head, looked at the one big and one small at the door of the main room, and smiled bitterly.

Ni Qixi didn't understand what the other party was referring to as a family, and he didn't want to know. He just wanted to quickly settle everything here and go back to school. He didn't want to stay here for another minute.

"It's really Xiaoqi who is back, it's good to be back, it's good to be back"

A short, middle-aged man followed in through the door, and when he saw Ni Qixi, he had a weird smile on his face.