Chapter 475

The woman was stunned by his roar, but turned a little angry and said: "why am I talking nonsense? Why am I cursing people to death? I've lived here for decades, and my married daughters-in-law are all old neighborhoods. If I lie, I don't want to live here? Acacia or my niece's car pulled to the hospital, all the way in the blood, the doctor himself said that no cure! If you don't believe it, ask the neighborhood here. Who doesn't know? "

At the end of the day, she blushed and had a thick neck. She had lived here for decades, and it was the first time that someone said that!

The more you think about it, the more angry you are, the more angry you stare at Jie, who wants to speak again. But when you see that he's lost his soul, he's still in the same spot. His face is as white as a ghost. The woman can't help but stare. After a while, she tentatively calls him, "Hey, hey, are you ok?"

Why is Jie Shuang? His legs are straight and soft, and his mind is buzzing. He can't hear those words clearly, but he hears them like a heavy thunder. The sun rises higher and higher, and thousands of golden lights come down from the sky and fall on his face through the forest tops. He is dizzy and dazed in front of him. The sound of pushing cars and selling along the street from afar is still heard There was the sound of every household opening the door, locking the door, splashing water and washing. It was full of warm life atmosphere. It seemed to come from another world. It was remote and untouchable. He looked at the woman in front of him blankly, and her ears were roaring. What was she saying? Are you kidding me? The doctor said that thinking is cured, how can he spit blood, how can he die?

This crazy woman, she's lying! Want to cheat him? He doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe it!

Why did Jie stretch out his hand to push away the man in front of him and sneer at her: "madman, I don't know what to do with you!"

He walked up the stairs, and the woman who was pushed by him jumped up and clapped her legs. "You are so ungrateful! Hey, you said I was crazy Ah, this is not aunt Zhao coming back... "

The woman was jumping, turning her face to see Aunt Fu, who was carried back by several people. She hurriedly ran to catch up with him. Why Jie grabbed him by the sleeve, pointed to Aunt Fu, and shouted, "if you don't believe me, ask aunt lovesickness, and see if I'm telling you the truth!"

Why is Jie pulled down the stairs by her? The wooden stairs are creaking when he steps on them. The tall body rubs against the wall and stumbles down the stairs for several steps to stabilize him. However, the dust has rubbed his body on the narrow and closed stairs. He has no time to pat the ashes on his body for breath. The woman holding him screams again: "you see, the urn is all back You don't believe it! "

Why did Jie look in the direction of her fingers? There was a ground of golden sunlight in the yard. The light sifted from the treetops was shaking with the wind. The tree had luxuriant branches and leaves. The crown of the leaves was spread out, almost covering the whole yard. The green and green leaves were fragrant with the wind Come on, it's a wonderful morning.

"Look, look..." The woman tugged at his sleeve and shook him. He was lost in front of his eyes. How could the sunlight be so dazzling and bright? His lacrimal glands were hurting. His body was shaking. He could not see what was under the light. He could not see what was holding in his arms. He did not know how he shed tears. Such a tall body seemed to be torn down Liang's house fell down with a bang

Several people on Aunt Fu's feet came, and a dozen legs straddled him in a mess. He sat on the ground and looked at Aunt Fu's face. It was gray, yellow and lifeless. She held a small box tightly in her arms and looked at him with a dull eyes. But with only one eye, she was helped upstairs. Soon, those The man who helped her up ran down again. When passing by, someone looked at him curiously. He didn't understand how the well-dressed man looked so embarrassed.

When everyone left, the woman who had been talking with him stood on one side and looked at him with some trepidation. His eyes were out of focus. He looked at the front in such a disordered way. The woman dared not speak, and she guessed in her heart that he was an admirer of Acacia?

What's the matter with Jin Changsheng? This son of a bitch, his family treat him so well. At the critical moment, he ran without trace. His conscience was eaten by the dog. The woman thought, and couldn't help but Pooh! She paid him several yuan and several pancakes. It's better to feed the dog!

I thought to myself, but I saw why Jie stood up and walked upstairs. The woman chased after her for two steps and swallowed what she wanted to say. Forget it People are dead. He is sad. It's useless to persuade them, but he can't help it. Why didn't he show up in the past? Now he's dead How is it like the police in the movie? It's over. The police are here

The stairs are very narrow. When two people walk side by side, one should be on his side. There are still people around the corner who pile up sundries. They may be reluctant to sell them, but they are useless for the time being. There are cobwebs in the corner. How can Jie get around those cardboard boxes and scrap iron to the second floor? The bars are rusty but clean. There is a long rope in the corridor, which is still hung on them A row of dripping clothes, the national flag in the breeze in general.

He stooped to walk under the wet clothes and stood in front of the lovesickness door.

Her house is clean, the door is spotless, and the old wooden door is clean. Push it in, you will see a small living room, where you can't stand with a few tea tables and chairs. There are few furniture. On the floor, there are some old toys on the chairs. In the corner, there is a reformed baby carriage, and there is a rattle drum on the car. It seems that Nuo When Nuo was a child, he sat on it, and Sisi squatted in front of her car, smiling like a flower, shaking the handle, rattling the rattle, Nuo giggled, Acacia also giggled, laughing like flowers blooming in the spring wind

His nostrils were sour, and his tears were running down. He stood at the entrance of the living room, but he dared not enter.

In the eye, I saw one of her clothes on the back of the chair, and a pair of ordinary women's plastic slippers on the floor, with the cute head of Kitty Cat printed on it. His eyes were dazed for a while, and thought always liked this little thing, like all young girls.

Looking back, we can see the simple Wei. Outside the living room, there is a footprinted plastic rug. Outside the door of the next bedroom, there is a pair of gauze curtains nailed. Vaguely, he can see the door of the bedroom is open. He steps forward. The air seems to be her breath. Vaguely, he can hear her happy laughter as before, and he can see her as before Generally sweet smile.

Why is Jie standing in such a simple and low house, the pain in his heart is just like pulling all over the sky in the winter. The flying catkins, little by little, come out like a cocoon. He can't support himself. Suddenly he stepped back, and his legs can't support himself. He sat down on a chair.

The room is quiet and tight. You can hear the rustle of the leaves outside the window when you breathe. The house here is not close to the street, but it is noisy because of the poor sound insulation effect. Especially on such a fine morning, the sound on the street is faintly heard not far away. He sits there and listens to the sound around him.

It is in such a simple environment that she lives in silence alone, keeps such a poor life alone, bears all of Noro's things by herself, gives birth to his children alone, and educates her so well. How many laughs has she left in this house? How many tears are left? How much loneliness, loneliness or loneliness has been left?

Maybe it's such a moment. She sits here as quietly as he is now. She listens to the wind outside as he does. How does she spend that long day and night? How does she heal every wound he left him? What is her mood when she looks at their children? In the more than a year since she left him, how many hard to swallow sufferings has she endured in silence, and how many hopes has each sunrise added to her heart in every morning?

He can't think, he can't imagine, he can't use his thin guess to realize everything she has suffered, because there is no experience, so he can never think about her feelings.

The wind passed through the forest, the quiet room of the long lane, he finally woke up from this confusion. He stood up and did not know how strong and brave he was to enter the bedroom.

When the curtain lifted, he saw the small box on the simple bedside table. He was familiar with it. When his parents died, he had no money and used this kind of urn.

It's cheap, it's simple, it's small.

Such a smart and lively girl has become a handful of ashes in it. Fate is the most powerful magician. He turns his hands to cover the clouds and rain. You don't know what your tomorrow is.

Just like he doesn't know, can't guess, can't imagine, his lovesickness is gone.