Chapter 128

Cold wind blew in through the car window, and the puppy in his arms sneezed. Song Zhou quickly closed the window.

When I looked up again, the figure of the scrap collector outside the window of the broken minibus had melted into the night.

Probably a nearby resident - Song Zhou thought.

The ice flowers slowly climbed up the cracked glass and seemed to cling to Song Zhou's back.

He wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, snuggled into the longest seat on the minibus, and scooped up the chubby puppy's belly into the quilt.

He touched the puppy's soft and dense fur, then touched his own head.

Study whether it feels similar.

Suddenly, a little extravagant hope emerged.

Suddenly I fell into the abyss of frustration again.

The cold wind was howling outside.

The broken minibus was like a boat in the wind and rain, carrying him and the puppy, drifting all night in a dream that went up and down.

In the morning, before Boss Niu arrived, someone knocked on the window of the broken minibus.

Song Zhou raised his head from the car seat, opened his sleepy eyes, and saw a man in police uniform swaying outside the car window.

The window pane was swished open, and Cheng Peng leaned over the window and said, "Doctor Song, we ordered a box lunch for you. It's here!"

Cheng Peng reached in and placed a box lunch on a car seat.

"Thank you." Song Zhou said vaguely.

"You're welcome!" Cheng Peng closed the window and left.

Song Zhou got up, washed up with mineral water, and shared his lunch box with the puppy.

Watching the puppy lick the last bite, he rubbed its furry head and said, "I'm going home. You have to listen to Zhuangzhuang, okay?"

Then I got out of the car, leaving the puppy in it. I took out my phone to call a ride-hailing service, but then I remembered that the battery was out.

I took a look in the police tent and saw the power supply and charger.

I need to charge it for a while before I go.

The phone was connected to the charging cable and placed on a small stool.

He walked out of the tent and looked at the scorched ruins not far away.

The past was intertwined with smoke and fire, and he couldn't help but think of Curly.

I couldn't help but walk towards that side.

The scene was surrounded by a cordon and he couldn't go in.

I could only circle around in a daze, not knowing what year it was.

Suddenly I stopped and found myself walking into an alley.

It was clearly daytime, but suddenly it went dark ahead. He seemed to see a figure crawling on the ground. Then, step by step, Qiu Song became Song Zhou.

Maybe it's time to go back to the starting point.

He paced back and forth in the alley, calculating his steps.

He tried to get rid of the shadow of "Xing Yao" that was clinging to him like a ghost, tried to find the lost Qiu Song, and tried to return "Song Zhou" to Juanmao.

As he walked, he unconsciously talked to Curly.

——Curly, I have done what you entrusted to me. Mom was at peace when she passed away.

—But Curly, I'm sorry, I was too greedy. After Mom left, I didn't return my identity to you and continued to pretend to be you.

—Using your identity without your consent, attempting to steal a future.

——It must be because of my greed that Xiaoyue suffered misfortune.

——If I hadn't used your identity to go to college and got the opportunity to make some money, I wouldn't have been able to send Xiaoyue into the devil's cave of Zangmo Base.

——She wouldn’t have encountered the devil.

——Why should Xiaoyue be punished for the crime I committed?

——It’s all my fault for being too greedy that I hurt Xiaoyue.

--It was my fault.

He murmured these words, which felt like a knife cutting through his lungs.

Finally, he knelt on the ground exhausted, supporting himself with his hands on the frozen ground.

This guilt has been suppressed for too long and hidden too deep.

Even Chen He didn't realize that he blamed all of Qiu Yue's misfortune on himself, and buried it deep in his heart, not daring to face it.

When his true identity was revealed, this secret guilt was finally pulled out and exposed before him.

I wish I could execute myself.

The cold wind blew through me, as if splitting my body and soul apart, and I was shaking with pain all over.

Suddenly my cheeks felt cold.

He was stunned for a moment and slowly raised his head.

It turned out to be snowing.

The cold wind blew the snowflakes, and they hit his face one by one, like little slaps in the face, making a low rustling sound.

It seems to be saying over and over again:

Silly, silly, silly, silly, silly, silly.

A tear streak ran down his cheek, and he retorted to the heavy snow:

"You're the fool, Curly."

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, covering the sky and the ground. He suddenly couldn't wait to go home.

Wherever Chen He is, that is home.

He stood up, no longer worrying about who his walking posture resembled, and took a step forward, stepping on the thin layer of snow that had accumulated, and walked out of the alley.

Suddenly he stopped.

On a narrow road filled with wind and snow, a figure was sticking to the roadside, moving along the outer wall of an uninhabited old house in the opposite direction of the auto repair shop.

Seems to be looking for something.

Song Zhou stared at the back and felt that it looked familiar.

The man who "stole scrap" last night.

This time, he smelled something unusual. A strange figure had appeared twice around the crime scene, which was a bit unusual.

Song Zhou subconsciously reached into his pocket, wanting to take out his cell phone to take a picture.

But he found nothing. Then he remembered that he had left his phone in the police tent to charge.

Seeing that the figure was about to disappear in the snow, he followed it, wanting to see who it was.

The man seemed to notice something and quickened his pace.

Song Zhou's heart trembled, and he quickened his pace.

The two people, one in front and one behind, disappeared in the snow.

Song Zhou has since disappeared.