When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Song Xiaoxia walked to the security room and knocked on the window gently.

The window was opened, and a middle-aged man in his fifties was sitting inside. When he saw Song Xiaoxia, he immediately smiled and said, "Xiaoxia, today is not the weekend, why are you back?"

"I came back to get something. I forgot to bring my access card. Uncle Li, can you help me open it?" Song Xiaoxia smiled embarrassedly.

"Okay." Uncle Li smiled heartily and helped the two open the door.

"Thank you!" Song Xiaoxia thanked him and pulled Su Yuan to leave.

Uncle Li then saw Su Yuan holding an umbrella on the side, and asked in confusion, "Xiaoxia, who is this?"

"Ah... uh, this is my classmate. I took him to my house to get some study materials..." Song Xiaoxia looked a little nervous, laughed and hurriedly pulled Su Yuan away.

"Oh..." Uncle Li nodded, watching the two walk into the community, and then said to himself: "She brought her boyfriend back to meet her parents in high school. Kids nowadays are really precocious."

Song Xiaoxia, who had not walked far, stumbled and almost fell to the ground when she heard this.

Su Yuan held back his smile and supported her: "The security guard in your community is quite humorous."

"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over..." Song Xiaoxia covered her face: "Uncle Li will definitely tell my mother, it's over, it's over."

"Why?" Su Yuan asked: "Is he familiar with your family?"

"Of course I am familiar with him. Uncle Li has been a security guard here for more than ten years. It can be said that he has watched me grow up." Song Xiaoxia said: "If he tells my mother, I will be in big trouble."

After that, she gently punched Su Yuan again: "I should have asked you to hide earlier!"

Su Yuan remained calm: "You can explain to your mother."

"It can't be explained. My mother is a person who won't listen to anything you say..."

As they were talking, the two had already arrived in front of a unit building.

"Forget it, I can't care about so many things now, business is important." Song Xiaoxia clenched her fists and cheered herself up.

Su Yuan put away the umbrella and nodded in agreement: "You are right, business is important."

The apartment in the community is a bit old and there is no elevator, so the two can only take the stairs.

Song Xiaoxia walked in front, pulled up the hat of her school uniform to cover her head, and whispered: "But I still have to be careful. If my mother sees me coming back, it will be very troublesome."

"Yeah." Su Yuan guessed in his heart that Song Xiaoxia's mother should be a very serious person, and may even be a little arrogant and unreasonable.

Otherwise, why is she so scared?

The younger sister floated in front of Song Xiaoxia and made faces at her: "Humph, you deserve it! Let your mother scold you to death!"

Su Yuan looked at his sister like this and always felt like laughing.

However, Song Xiaoxia could not see all this. She walked and whispered: "My family bought a house here before I was born, and so did Mao Houwang's family, so we have been neighbors for decades."

"His father is on business trips all year round, and his mother is a full-time housewife, so his mother should be at home at this time."

The two climbed to the third floor, and Song Xiaoxia suddenly quickened her pace, and Su Yuan followed closely.

Only when they reached the fourth floor did Song Xiaoxia breathe a sigh of relief and said: "That was my home just now."

After that, she pointed to a blue iron door in front of her and said: "This is Mao Houwang's home."

"I am quite familiar with her mother. When I was a child, I came here to eat when my parents were not at home." Song Xiaoxia explained: "I will go in and tell her later, she should not doubt it."

Su Yuan listened carefully and nodded: "Okay, I know."

"Dong Dong Dong"

Song Xiaoxia knocked on the door gently, and after a while, a haggard middle-aged woman opened the door.

She is Mao Houwang's mother, Wu Ping.

When Wu Ping saw the visitor, she showed a surprised expression on her face: "Xiaoxia, why are you here? Come in, come in!"

She immediately pulled Song Xiaoxia into the door, and when she saw Su Yuan behind her, she asked in confusion: "Who is this?"

Song Xiaoxia was a little confused by Wu Ping's sudden enthusiasm. After a while, she smiled and said: "Auntie, this is my classmate. I brought him to my house to get some study materials, but I don't know where my mother went, and I forgot to bring the key. Can we stay at your house..."

"Of course." Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Wu Ping: "Auntie is so happy that you can come to visit."

After that, she smiled at Su Yuan again: "Classmate, what's your name?"

"Auntie, my name is Su Yuan." Su Yuan responded with a smile.

"Okay, classmate Su Yuan, please come in too."

"Thank you, Auntie."

After Su Yuan entered the door, he first looked at the living room.

The living room is notIt was large, but very clean. The floor and coffee table were spotless, as if they had been cleaned repeatedly.

The warm light illuminated the house, dispelling the coldness and loneliness. It was a very warm home.

Wu Ping warmly invited the two to sit on the sofa, "You two sit here for a while, auntie will cut some fruit for you."

"Thank you auntie..." Song Xiaoxia thanked in a low voice.

After Wu Ping left, Su Yuan came to Song Xiaoxia and whispered, "This is not like the close relationship you said. I feel like I treat you as my own daughter."

"I don't know." Song Xiaoxia looked confused: "It wasn't like this before. At most, we would say hello every time we met."

"Is it like this suddenly..." Su Yuan frowned.

Did Wu Ping place her feelings for Mao Houwang on Song Xiaoxia, who she had watched grow up since childhood?

This is not unreasonable.

For a full-time housewife, her husband and son are everything in her life.

Now that there is such a big gap in the emotional aspect, it is normal to have some transfer.

Suddenly, Su Yuan's eyes were attracted by a photo frame placed on the coffee table.

He picked up the photo frame, and the photo on it was a photo of Wu Ping and a middle-aged man.

This should be Mao Houwang's father.

Song Xiaoxia leaned her head over and looked at the photo with a complicated expression.

After a long while, she pointed to the position between the two people in the photo and said: "Mao Houwang was originally standing here..."

"Really..."

Su Yuan looked at the family photo in his hand, and his expression was also complicated.

Although he and Mao Houwang's relationship was not good at school.

But at this moment, there was inevitably a trace of sadness in his heart.

Did a person just disappear like this?

Voice, photos, memories, traces, nothing was left.

It was as if he had never been here.

Su Yuan remembered the first line of blood on the blackboard yesterday.

[Death is not the end]

Indeed.

Now this is the end of a person...