Shi Yuhan takes song Qinghuan by the hand, goes through the narrow alley, and finally stops in front of a broken house with red tiles.
"That's where you're going?" Song Qinghuan was surprised and asked when he looked at it.
When the eye light that defends cold, a bit complex: "how? You don't like it! "
"No, I think the scenery is very good. It's just strange that you brought me here." Song Qinghuan said, looking around.
When the cold released her hand, took out the key to open the door of the room.
The small tile house is very simple. Song Qinghuan stands in the middle of the fan and looks around. There is only an ugly bed, an ugly table and a wardrobe in the house.
But when I came in, I found that there was a light citrus fragrance in the room, which was very fresh. Although no one lived for a long time, I could see that someone would take care of it from time to time.
The roof of the bed seems to be broken, there are many small holes, light scattered from the small holes, to tell you the truth, if it doesn't rain at night, silver moon, stars all over the sky, lying on the bed, it should have a romantic taste.
I really don't know if it's made by human or coincidence. If it's made by coincidence, what can we do when it rains?
Song Qinghuan looked at it and wanted to find out why she had to take her here to keep out the cold. As a result, she found a piece of yellow paper pasted on the white wall near the head of the bed. The font was very big and it said, mom and Dad, I will fulfill your last wish.
The handwriting is very ugly, and the paper is yellowing. It's been at least ten years.
Song Qinghuan looks at the cold, seems to ask: "why do you want to take me here, and whose home is this?"
Shi Yuhan didn't say anything. He didn't know how to tell song Qinghuan that this ugly house once lived in a broken youth.
"I'll go and pour two glasses of water," he said softly as he walked to the side kitchen
Song Qinghuan wanted to go with him, but suddenly there was a noise outside the house.
The sound insulation of the room is very good, so song Qinghuan can clearly hear the curse outside. Finally, it seems that the man is angry and runs away, while the woman holds the child and cries.
The woman cried, the child also cried, but the woman did not care about the child, only their own sad, and then desperately crying.
Song Qinghuan felt that the child was so pitiful that he said to the kitchen, "I'll go out and have a look."
Song Qinghuan ran out when he didn't wait for the cold to make a sound.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw a 30-year-old woman sitting on the ground in the cold, with a child about a year old at her feet, lying on the ground crying.
The woman, seeing song Qinghuan coming out of the house, stopped crying.
Looking at Song Qinghuan, she seemed very curious. Then the inspector looked into the room and asked, "who are you? Is it the new one next door? "
"No, I came to see my friend." Song Qinghuan walked over and picked up the child lying on the ground: "you don't care about the child, she cried."
The woman turned her mouth and cried again: "he likes to cry or not. He doesn't care what I do. His father doesn't want us anymore. He knows that gambling can't live this day."
Song Qinghuan holds the child. The child is very cute, and his face is full of meat. Once he is held by song Qinghuan, he won't cry.