Yang Shushu rushed downstairs regardless and came to the backyard of the hospital. She quickly found the three people she had just seen, but at this time a familiar figure stood in front of the three people. She stopped abruptly, stunned, but not very sure. After all, how could that person know Grandma Yang? If he knew her, it would be impossible for her to know nothing about him.
When Yang Shushu was upstairs, she saw the director of her former orphanage. Although the old lady has retired now, she still keeps in touch with her and visits her from time to time. The old lady's daughter lives abroad, and she doesn't like life abroad, so she lives alone in the country. These children who were once raised by Grandma Yang go to accompany her from time to time, so the old lady is not lonely.
It's just that she saw the old lady crying just now, and she also knew the two young virgin girls standing next to him. They were all from the orphanage together. Although he was a little older than them, because of Grandma Yang, they were like brothers and sisters. The three of them didn't look very good at the moment, and they happened to be in the hospital at the moment, so she had to think of the worst.
After all, I died so heroically on the 17th floor.
If it weren't for the big news of the Mu family's young mistress committing suicide, it might have made the headlines, but the news was small and others would not pay attention, but those close to them—
Thinking of this, Yang Shushu's steps became heavier. She was still alive, but she was no longer the same Yang Shushu. How should she face her former friends and relatives?
With hesitant steps, Yang Shushu slowly approached the four people not far from the tree in front. When she was close enough to hear their voices, she finally confirmed that the familiar figure was Mu Shicang.
But why does Mu Shicang know Grandma Yang?
Just as her doubts passed, she heard Grandma Yang's voice: "Mr. Mu, this is Shushu's own choice. She is a kind-hearted child. Although she grew up without parents in an orphanage, she has always faced the sunshine and is full of awe and hope for life. I just hope that the child she saved can live a good life in the future and stop despising life. Consider this as my way of thanking Shushu."
Grandma Yang's voice was a little hoarse, obviously she had been crying for a long time. Mu Shicang was no longer as twisted and arrogant as he was in front of her. He looked gentle and reserved, with a face full of guilt: "Ms. Yang, no matter what, it was Miss Yang who saved my nephew. His mother hopes to thank Miss Yang very much. Maybe it's fate that Miss Yang has the same name as my wife. This makes me particularly sad, so no matter what, please let me express my feelings."
As he spoke, Yang Shushu saw him holding a piece of paper in both hands and handing it to Grandma Yang. She guessed it was a check.
Grandma Yang didn't reach out to take it, but he kept holding his hand up. Finally, Grandma Yang had no choice but to say, "How about... Mr. Mu donate it in Shushu's name to the orphanage where she grew up."
Seeing that Grandma Yang insisted, Mu Shicang finally agreed with her and took the check back. When he turned around, he happened to see Yang Shushu standing not far behind him, with red eyes and looking like she would cry at any time.
He was stunned for a moment, then covered himself with human skin: "Shushu? Why are you here?"
When Grandma Yang and the boy and girl next to her heard the name he called, they suddenly looked up. When they saw Yang Shushu, they inevitably showed disappointment. Grandma Yang felt a little uncomfortable again. She nodded gently at Yang Shushu, turned around and was helped away by the boy and girl next to her.
Yang Shushu took two quick steps, but soon stopped again, just following Grandma Yang's back with her eyes until they left.
Mu Shicang glanced at her: "Yang Shushu, what are you looking at?"
Yang Shushu came back to her senses, lowered her head, and quickly adjusted her mood. After a while, she slowly said in a sad tone: "I heard what you said just now. I also saw the news this morning. A girl with the same name as me died... Are those her relatives?"
Mu Shicang changed his previous sad expression and showed a bit of indifference: "The girl is an orphan. This is her director and classmate in the orphanage."
At this point, he seemed to recall something interesting and smiled: "That girl actually has the same name as you. Isn't that a coincidence? Could it be that the King of Hell took the wrong person?"
Yang Shushu didn't believe these things before, but she encountered all these mysterious things, and now she began to waver. But even if it was a mistake, she felt that the original Yang Shushu had had enough of him and wanted to be free.
She ignored him and asked, "Then why do you want compensation for the person Yang Shushu saved..."
Actually, I heard something just now, but it was not so clear.
Mentioning this, Mu Shicang sneered: "My aunt was mean-spirited. She was afraid that someone would blackmail her if they saw her, so she asked me to give some money to settle the matter. Oh, the bastard who committed suicide is my nephew."
Although they had never met, Yang Shushu already had a general impression of the people in the Mu family. At least she was sure that Mu Shicang's aunt was indeed a villain.
"She never thought of thanking the person who saved her son?" Although she was willing to do so, Yang Shushu felt uncomfortable that the relatives of the person she saved would have such thoughts.
"Oh, she thought the money she gave was enough to buy a life." Mu Shicang's eyes were a little cold and mocking. "I wonder how Miss Yang would feel if she knew that the person she saved was rewarded in such a way."
Yang Shushu thought for a moment and said, "If she had thought so much before saving someone, she wouldn't have done it. It's just... she's too young."
Mu Shicang looked at her, feeling somewhat surprised. One year after their marriage, Yang Shushu didn't see him very often, only two or three times a month, and sometimes only once every two or three months. She always kept her head down and remained silent in front of him. She might ask him if he was hungry, but she rarely chatted. But now, she was actually chatting with him?
"What? Do you think life is precious? But he is a hero who saved others, and if you die, you will be a little bear who only carries the stigma."
His words sounded like a tease, but Yang Shushu felt that it was more like a mockery. She lowered her head and smiled. She had not forgotten her own personality yet, but she had begun to slowly transform her actions and words so that she could gradually influence the people around her in the future.
"Yes, after going through the gates of hell, there are some things you should see through and change. You only have one life, and it would be a pity if you lose it."
Although she seemed to have gotten a second chance, God will not give you a third chance.
She turned around and looked up at the sun setting in the sky. The corners of her lips curved slightly, and two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks. At that moment, Mu Shicang seemed to see another person. The soul that was once dull and silent in that body seemed to have been baptized by the Yellow Spring water after walking around the Naihe Bridge, and it became pure and dazzling.
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