Chapter 52

Then, she could only watch the car form a small spot of light in the night until it disappeared.

She was abandoned again.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. She has a second brother, who will not ignore her.

Tang Xin gets up from the ground. Fortunately, the mobile phone is still in her hand.

She dials the number hopefully, and when the phone is connected, the beep hits her heart again and again.

Finally, after the fifth tone, the phone was picked up --

"heart, I really want to thank you for your help..."

"Second brother, can you come..."

Before he finished speaking, he interrupted, "my heart, my second brother has something to deal with. I'll invite you to dinner some other day. That's it!"

"Second brother, don't hang up! Second brother... "

Dudu Dudu

However, her call for help has been mercilessly hung up.

Why? Why don't you listen to her?

She did not give up trying to dial out again, but in response to her, it was the mechanical voice that had been turned off.

Tang Xin looks back at the graveyard behind her. She shivers. She opens the address book and sees a few phone numbers in the address book. She is in a dilemma.

Call uncle?

In addition to advocating her marriage, uncle never talked to her, let alone answered her phone.

Call Dad?

Dad in South Africa, far water can not save near fire, what's more, even if not in South Africa, I'm afraid she will not take her call for help seriously.

The fingertip slips through a few unfamiliar and familiar numbers, she finally chooses to dial Xia Zhixing's.

However, a mechanical voice came from the receiver, "Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off..."

"Boom..."

The dark sky is thunder and lightning, scared people panic.

Even the only Xia Zhixing mobile phone has been turned off. Who can she call for help next?

It's the early summer weather, but the rain beat on the body, cold and piercing.

Don't even know where she's going when she doesn't even see the dark in the front of the shop?

She raised her head in frustration and let the rain hit her face.

At this moment, she seems to be abandoned by the whole world, back to the past, called every day should not, called the ground is not working.

Finally, she realized that she was in a desperate situation, but she was not afraid. She went back to the original tombstone with the light of her mobile phone.

She stroked the photo that always tortured her in her dreams, "are you called little star? What did the Tang family do to you to make him hate you so much? In fact, I hate my surname Tang. I thought for a long time that if I didn't have Tang's name, where should I be and what would my life be like? Who will you meet? "

"In fact, no matter what, it's better than Tang."

In response to her is the sound of the wind, the sound of rain.

"You say, if I die, will someone think of me so much? For more than ten years, he only lives for you. Although I don't agree with him, he is always proud? I know, there won't be. Living is abandoned, not to mention death. So, whenever and wherever, I always tell myself that no matter what happens, you must live, and if you die, you will have nothing. "

Lightning and thunder, the wind howled, but the rain did not change.

In the open cemetery, Tang Xin's voice of self-talk reverberates in a low voice, but it sounds more terrifying and gloomy