Chapter 16

When the supervisor informed that the salary had been hit on the card, Meng Fu went to withdraw the money after work that day. Because there are not so many guests on the big day of salary, there is no overtime. In fact, the normal working hours are eight hours a day. However, Meng Fu always volunteers to work overtime for overtime pay.

But not today.

He took out all his wages, ate a delicious meal with Meng Yi, and then went shopping in the supermarket. He chose expensive ones and bought some maintenance products. He was going to buy them for the two old people of he family.

Meng Yi said that when he wanted to eat sugar, he also ruthlessly bought a little.

But when he was buying vegetables, he inadvertently turned back and saw that Guze was following him, but at a considerable distance. He wanted to go over and say, "Mr. Gu". After thinking about it, he still bowed his head and continued to choose dishes.

There's no need to go. The man certainly doesn't want to say hello.

Why insult yourself.

"Meng Meng, the brother who came to our house is behind."

Meng Fu didn't even have time to tell Meng Yi not to care, but Meng Yi walked over happily, "big brother, I see you again. You are Meng Meng's friend, aren't you? Meng Meng told me. "

"I'm not his friend." He answered coldly.

Meng Yi's face drooped. He looked at Meng Fu who came to him and said, "Meng Meng, the big brother said he wasn't your friend."

"He said it for fun." He smiled.

Gu Ze didn't pierce it. He just looked at Meng Fu coldly. His eyes were covered with ice, "who told you to go to the rainy cemetery."

"I mean no harm."

He just wanted to see and pray for the woman and child.

"Don't go in the future. Don't pretend." He hated the kind and harmless look on his face. He hated that he knew Manyu and the child were dead and did those foolhardy things. He hated that no matter how he confessed, he couldn't get back everything he lost.

"OK. I won't go. "

This person is so disgusted. Why did he go and make this person more disgusted? Why did he go and make the women and children underground restless.

They must not welcome him underground.

He continued to buy vegetables, and Guze continued to follow him not far or near. When he finished paying the bill, he found that there was little left in his newly paid salary.

When he walked back slowly with two bags of things, the man still followed him.

It was heavy and his palm hurt. He finally rested against the wall and breathed gently.

Guze watched his sweat flow into his thin white neck, watched him repeatedly open and pinch his palm, pinch and release, and then glanced at his red palm.

"I deserve the pain when I buy so many things." He had stood in front of him, looked down at him and said slowly.

Meng Fu's hand immediately stopped. Meng Yi looked at Gu Ze standing in the shadow and felt inexplicably afraid. He was close to Meng Fu, "big brother is really fierce."

"Xiaoyi is fine. I'm not afraid." He gently patted Meng Fu's head as if he were a real child.

Turning his face, he said to Guze, "fortunately, it doesn't hurt so much."

He doesn't want to be so vulnerable.

"The hairstyle has changed." Guze looked at his head, as if he had noticed that he had cut his hair, and suddenly remembered the messy hair of yesterday. The ice in his eyes was melting inch by inch, but he was still cold. "This hairstyle is really in line with the murderer."

But I cut my hair for convenience, but I didn't expect to get this person's evaluation.

His fingers were buttoned on the mottled wall behind him. His nails were stained with some broken mud. Meng Fu didn't speak. After a while, he saw that Guze didn't say anything, so he picked up two bags of things again.

Knowing that he wanted to go, the man stood still. He shrunk slightly, trying to avoid physical contact with the Guze he was facing.

But he finally met Guze's shoulder. He quickly lowered his head slightly and apologized, "I'm sorry."

Gu Ze patted himself on the shoulder, as if there was something dirty there, and then his action of patting his shoulder gradually slowed down.

Like thinking of something, like thinking about something.

When Meng Fu walked a distance, he followed up again.

The distance is not far or near, but the people are far away.

Meng Fu changed his shift with Jiang Hui and planned to replace Jiang Hui's evening shift. Fortunately, Guze didn't go to his house last night, which gave him enough time to prepare.

He made the dishes he bought into the best home-made dishes. The materials are the most expensive. All kinds of nutrients he bought have been packed in boxes.

In fact, he was very nervous. He didn't know if he would let others out if he went so rashly. But I still have to go.

After all, he Manyu's parents are the most sorry people.

For seven years, he has always written letters and cards to his parents in prison, or caring words, or sorry confessions, although he has never received a reply.

When he came to the door, his hands began to sweat. He was a little afraid. His steps retreated slightly. He suddenly felt like a floating leaf. He didn't know whether he would get help or where he would float.

Biting his teeth, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

He Mu came to open the door. She was stunned first, as if she didn't recognize Meng Fu.

"Hello, aunt." Meng Fu bowed slightly, polite and respectful.

"Are you Meng Fu?" His mother's voice suddenly rose sharply, like a raised chord, "what are you doing? It's not enough for you to kill my daughter, but also to harm me, an old woman?" After that, she turned back and shouted to the house, "old man, come here quickly."

His mother looked at Meng Fu as if she wanted to delay the man in front of her. Perhaps even such torture could not offset her pain of losing her daughter.

Meng Fu lowered his head and said sorry again and again.

He Fu stood at the door and looked at the young man hunched over. The whole man seemed to be trapped in guilt. "Your name is Meng Fu, right? Don't come again."

"Yes, what are you doing here? To see how sad we are?... " His mother said, so she would stretch out her hand to beat Meng Fu. She couldn't think of he Manyu. When she thought of it, she hated Meng Fu to the bone.

The strength of that hand was so great that his whole body fell on Meng Fu. His head was even lower, but he let the raindrop hammer fall on him motionless.

He Fu couldn't see it anymore. He grabbed he mu.

"I'm sorry." Meng Fu raised his head slightly and said with guilt, "these are some home-made dishes I made and some nutrients. Take them."

He raised his arm and picked up his things, but he was suddenly hit by a big force.

Those dishes cooked overnight were scattered on the ground, like a crushed heart trampled on. He mother threw the gift box on his head, "you murderer, you should go to jail. What are you doing out and continue to harm people?"

"You go, you are the pain of our family. What else are you doing?" He Fu is still scolding Meng Fu's he mother.

"I, I just..."

"You go, we only hate you." The meaning is cool.

"Then I'll go first. I'm really sorry." He made a deep bow.

He Fu looked at Meng Fu's back and seemed to faint a huge outline of sadness. However, what grief is better than the loss of children in old age.