A few years ago, residents on this street began to complain that meat and vegetables frozen outside were lost. Thinking that there was a thief, no one froze food in the yard anymore.
But one day, someone called the police and reported a burglary.
That day, Lin Qingping was taking Zhiyuan to clean the house when they saw the police going door to door asking if anything was missing from their homes.
There was nothing at Lin Qingping's house, but she thought of going to Gu Youlian's house to check. As a result, she saw that the window of Gu Youlian's house had been pried open.
She hurried into the house to check, and found it in a mess.
The police asked her what she had lost, but she couldn't tell them. This was Gu Youlian's house, not hers, so how could she know? She could only write to her and ask her, but for now, she had to put all the things that had been messed up in order.
Starting from the living room, all the way to Gu Youlian's bedroom.
All the large electrical appliances in the living room were there. Lin Qingping was only worried about whether Gu Youlian had left any cash at home. However, given Gu Youlian's thrifty and careful personality, even if she did, she wouldn't have left much.
As she cleaned up, she was lost in thought until she started to tidy up the desk in Gu Youlian's bedroom.
The locked drawer in the middle of the desk was pried open, and documents, household registration books and other things were scattered all over the floor. Lin Qingping picked them up one by one.
There were two broken photo frames on the ground, one of which contained photos of Du Gen, Gu Youlian and Xiaomai, and the other contained a photo of the Gu family. It seemed to be taken the year Gu Juncheng joined the army. The old couple of the Gu family were sitting, while Gu Juncheng and Gu Youlian were standing behind them. Gu Juncheng was wearing the uniform of a newly enlisted soldier with a big red flower on his chest.
It was a black and white photo at that time, but I could still imagine what color the military uniform was and how bright red the big red flower on his chest was.
Lin Qingping felt a deep sense of sadness in his heart. He picked up the glass, stacked up the two photos, and put them together with the ID card, preparing to put them back in the middle drawer.
When she opened the drawer, she found a stack of letters inside, also scattered. Most of them were sent to her by Du Gen from the south, addressed to "Gu Youlian". However, the handwriting of one of the letters was completely different from Du Gen's. The three words "Gu Youlian" were written in a very vigorous and powerful way.
She was very familiar with this kind of font.
I don’t know how many times I have seen it in my life. It comes from Gu Juncheng.
There was also a stack of letters lying in the drawer of her house. She remembered every word of every letter he wrote to her.
She picked out that letter from a pile of letters. She knew it was private and she knew she and he were divorced, but she still opened the letter.
Zhiyuan waited for Lin Qingping in his yard for a long time but she didn't come back. He got anxious and ran over to look for her. He started shouting at the door, "Mom, mom, are you okay?"
While shouting, he arrived at the door.
Lin Qingping was reading a letter. When she heard the voice, she quickly put the letter away, stuffed it back into the envelope, and went out to greet him. "I'm here."
Zhiyuan looked at her, a little worried, "Mom, are you crying?"
Lin Qingping wiped her face quickly. She was in such a hurry to leave that she forgot to wipe her tears...
Yes, she cried, how could she not cry?
Gu Junben was originally the hurdle that she would never be able to get over in her heart...
"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Zhiyuan came forward, his eyes full of anxiety.
Lin Qingping tried to force a smile, "It's okay, I just checked and it seems that your aunt's family lost a lot of money. Your aunt has worked for nothing this year. I am worried about her."
When Zhiyuan heard what was going on, he felt relieved and held her hand, "Mom, it's okay. You can earn money again if you lose it."
"Yeah." Lin Qingping nodded and turned her head away, but her tears were still flowing uncontrollably.
"Zhiyuan." She tried hard to pretend to be calm and pushed Zhiyuan out. "Go back and help mom clean the yard first. Aunt's place still needs some cleaning. Let's work hard and try to finish cleaning both homes today."
"Okay." Zhiyuan was a child after all, and didn't notice anything unusual. He followed his mother's wishes and went out.
Lin Qingping closed the door, turned around and leaned against it, covering her face and burst into tears, tears streaming down through her fingers.
Some people, if you don't think about them, it's fine. But as soon as you think of them, it hurts so much that your whole heart and lungs feel like they're being scratched by sharp claws.
Lin Qingping returned home with red and swollen eyes. Although she applied cold water to her eyes when she left Gu Youlian's house, it didn't help much.
When I walked into my yard, I heard a man's voice talking to Zhiyuan at home.
Her heart skipped a beat and she ran home.
When she pushed the door open, she saw a tall man standing in the room with his back to the door. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but also suddenly cooled down and sank to the bottom.
Not Gu Juncheng.
She was dazzled at first sight, and was excited as long as she saw a man, but at the second glance, she knew that this back figure was definitely not Gu Juncheng...
She stood there, her heart chilled.
But the man turned around and smiled at her, "Lin Qingping."
Zhiyuan also said, "Mom, Uncle Liang came to our house to help with the housework. He helped a lot!"
Lin Qingping nodded and smiled slightly, "It's almost New Year, why don't you go back?"
Liang Jiaqi was a little restrained, then smiled with a red face, "I won't go back for the New Year this year."
The kitchen was steaming. Lin Qingping asked Zhiyuan, "Are you boiling water?"
Zhiyuan nodded, "Well, I'm going to cook dumplings."
As if afraid that she would be angry, he tried to say, "Mom, Uncle Liang has helped us a lot, should we invite him to dinner?"
"Aren't you planning to cook dumplings for him?" Lin Qingping went into the kitchen to wash her hands.
Zhiyuan followed in, "Well, I can't cook anything else."
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