Everything in the house is in warm colors, and there are teddy bears of different sizes placed in many places.
Qiao Yan casually picked up the teddy bear in a top hat on the coffee table in front of her. It was a very soft and furry bear, with its small black eyes submerged in the fur.
"Isn't it cute?" Chen Meng walked over with a smile, placed two mugs on the table, and then sat down next to Qiao Yan. "I especially like this cartoon bear image."
"Very cute." Qiao Yan nodded, put the little bear down, and asked her, "Do you think that Grandpa Lu has really been dead for a long time?"
Chen Meng's face froze. He picked up his cup of tea and held it in his palm, absorbing the warmth of the tea through the wall. "I don't know. I told you, I just haven't seen him go out for a few days. But it could just be that we haven't run into each other, right? Besides, we both heard him playing the erhu today."
She spoke faster and faster, as if she was eager to verify something, and her eyes were full of expectation when she looked at Qiao Yan.
Under her gaze, Qiao Yan nodded slowly: "Yes, that's right."
"I'll tell you..." Chen Meng suddenly lost her strength. "By the way, I've already messaged my boyfriend and asked him to pack some food for us tonight. Sorry, after what happened, I don't really feel like cooking."
"It's okay. I don't have much of an appetite, so I don't want to waste your cooking skills." Qiao Yan shook her head and patted her on the back.
Chen Meng leaned slightly towards her, like a bird looking for support: "How could he die? He was a healthy person."
As she was talking, she mentioned Qiao Yan again: "You are also unlucky. You have only moved in for a few days and you have encountered such a thing."
Qiao Yan shook her head slightly. Her mind was now filled with many doubts, like a tangled ball of thread.
They didn't talk about much, just work and life, trying to avoid the funeral, until they heard noises at the door.
Chen Meng immediately put down the cup and ran towards the door, giving the person who came back a deep hug.
"baby!"
"Be careful, be careful, there's food!" The man who was hugged tightly by her swayed, and then struggled to move the thing in his hand away a little.
"Oh, sorry." Chen Meng quickly stepped back, then took the things from his hands and walked inside with his men.
Qiao Yan stood up and greeted the other party after Chen Meng introduced her.
"This is Ziyi, the new resident, living in Room 402."
"Ziyi, this is my boyfriend, Xu Yan."
"Hello."
"Hello."
Seeing that they already knew each other, Chen Meng put the food on the table and called Qiao Yan over.
The meal was not very sumptuous, but Qiao Yan was not picky. She finished her meal while listening to Chen Meng and her boyfriend talking about each other's work.
The two of them felt quite embarrassed, as they invited people to their home for dinner but ended up not bringing them along for the chat.
After clearing the table, Chen Meng asked Qiao Yan to stay for a while, pulled her to sit together, and talked about what happened today with Xu Yan.
In fact, Xu Yan had already heard about it when he came back. He had just passed by the door of 403 and the staff had not left yet.
But he didn't expect that Chen Meng had heard the erhu sound in the afternoon.
"He's the only one in our building who plays the erhu." Chen Meng grabbed Xu Yan's hand. "I can't imagine where else the sound could have come from. And we could hear it clearly from outside. The person playing the erhu couldn't have been far away."
Xu Yan reached out and patted her back soothingly: "Don't think too much. Maybe he misjudged the time of death, or maybe what you heard this afternoon was actually the sound from the tape recorder? Maybe he didn't want others to know he was dead, so he recorded it in advance."
To be honest, neither of the two explanations given by Xu Yan is very tenable, but they are very useful to Chen Meng now, and she quickly accepted both explanations.
"You're right." She nodded, and finally there was a smile on her face.
Qiao Yan didn't say anything. She was quietly thinking about what had happened to her. At noon, she heard the sound of the erhu for the first time. Chen Meng said that she might not have heard it because she was sleeping. Maybe she should confirm with others later whether they heard it?
The second time they heard the erhu sound was in the afternoon. This time, all three of them heard it. The sound was so real that Qiao Yan was sure that anyone who was not deaf could hear it standing in the corridor. The sound came from behind the door of 403.
Considering the chair that was seen at that time, its placement was really strange, and the police's description: After opening the door, Ms. Liu found that Mr. Lu was dead, and then she called the police.
If Aunt Liu discovered Grandpa Lu's body inside the house, the correct description should be "Ms. Liu entered the house and found Mr. Lu dead."
So if it wasn't for the police's misstatement, combined with that chair, a bold guess emerged in Qiao Yan's mind. Could it be that Grandpa Lu died while sitting on that chair, holding the erhu in his hand?
So as soon as Aunt Liu opened the door, she was able to see his body... This is consistent with the police's statement.
And, those two people she saw burning paper money today...was it really such a coincidence? They burned paper money today, and Grandpa Lu died today.
But Master Yu said that Grandpa Lu no longer has any relatives, so who will pay tribute to him?
Qiao Yan's mind was full of thoughts, but her expression remained calm, and she would even respond to Chen Meng from time to time.
After staying at the other party's house for about half an hour, Qiao Yan finally got up and left.
Chen Meng walked her to the door, which was only a few steps away. To be honest, it would have been fine if she hadn't walked her there, it was just that she was thoughtful.
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