Chapter 771

The night was cold.

At this moment, in an old civilian cave in the old urban area of the muddy City, the walls of a dilapidated building fell off the paint, and there was no one around. Only the shrill cicadas and frogs could be heard.

"Wangwangwang!"

A little flower dog downstairs barks at Jiangbei yuan, which appears at the gate of the community.

Jiangbei yuanleng for a moment.

The little flower dog is not humble but not arrogant. Keep barking.

“……” Jiangbeiyuan walked past with a calm face.

The dog stopped barking, stood in place, and Baba watched the man stride up the stairs, eager in figure.

Jiangbeiyuan is still afraid of dogs.

Scared.

But now he has something very important to do, so he doesn't care about it.

On the left side of the third floor, he opened the door with the key. The stale smell came with the smell of dust.

He looked around. There was no one in the small house. His trembling fingers stroked the dust covered tea table, sofa, rattan chair, and the edge of the teacup.

Jiangbei yuan took a deep breath.

Opened the door of one of the rooms.

White beds, white pillows, bedrooms with no extra furnishings, quilts folded into tofu pieces.

It's too quiet.

It was so quiet that the whole room was full of a gloomy smell.

Behind him there was the sound of footsteps approaching.

Jiangbeiyuan looked back sharply and quickly. The sharp sight made the old lady shiver twice.

It's a strange old lady in her seventies.

"Little boy, do you know the landlord?"

"I'm her son. How about her?"

"Alas She got AIDS and died in this bed. She said she had no relatives. I was her neighbor. I had a good relationship with her on weekdays, and then I took time to cremate her. "

“……”

Jiangbeiyuan didn't speak. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the old lady with sharp eyes.

The old lady's eyes dodged, and suddenly she didn't dare to look at Jiang Beiyuan, coughing twice. "I'll put her and her ashes under the bed. Since you are her son, you can take her ashes back."

As she spoke, the old lady bent over and took out an urn from under the bed with trembling hands, then handed it to jiangbeiyuan with trembling hands.

"Ha ha, this man is old, and his hands and feet are not easy. Don't be surprised."

Jiangbeiyuan took the box and looked at the old lady.

"Are you a regular here?"

"Ah? Yes, I have lived here for more than 30 years. My husband died early, and my sons are all abroad. "

"That's good."

Jiangbeiyuan's mouth is not like laughing. No one knows what he is thinking at the moment.

The old lady smiled and turned away. After she left, she raised her hand and wiped the sweat on her forehead. Then she went into the opposite house.

Jiangbeiyuan holds the urn, shakes his hands and opens it.

It's half opened, and it's stopped.

He closed his eyes and his cell phone rang.

It's Xu Guangjie.

"I asked you about the cremation ground. Your mother It's dead. "

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the night is thick.

Yannian looks at it's almost eight o'clock, but jiangbeiyuan hasn't come back.

It's good to say that he must come back before dark and let her extend it for another hour. It's four or five hours since he went out. He hasn't come back yet.

Jiangbeiyuan

Yannian picked up his coat and wanted to go out to find it. After all, he didn't come home at night, not twice at a time.

One is to divorce, the other is his car accident.

What is it like this time?