Fortunately, the middle-aged man was careful not to hurt me, and I didn't suffer any serious injuries to my face, only two bloody marks. I guess it was this blond-haired boy who did it. Damn it, he's so young, yet he didn't know his own strength. He almost ruined my appearance.
"Young man, what's your name?" The middle-aged woman helped me up and sat me down on a chair, her face full of apology.
"Auntie, my name is Zuo Changming, from Dafeng Village." Standing up aggravated my injuries, but I gritted my teeth and endured it.
"My name is Pang Meilian, my husband's name is Ma Dajun, my son's name is Ma Jiabao, and my poor deceased daughter's name is Ma Jiajie. I'm so sorry for what happened earlier. I hope Brother Zuo Changming won't take it to heart. I'll kowtow to you on their behalf as an apology." After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she was about to kneel down and kowtow to me.
"Aunt Pang, no, I'm fine, I forgive you." I endured the pain and quickly got up to help Pang Meilian up, preventing her from kneeling.
"Old woman, you..." Ma Dajun was interrupted by a loud voice before he could finish speaking.
"Mom, what are you doing? We didn't do anything wrong. He tricked us first. If we beat him up, we'll call it even." Ma Jiabao came up to me angrily, shoved me aside, and pulled her mother behind her.
"What are you doing? Don't be rude to Brother Zuo." Pang Meilian slapped Ma Jiabao on the head, pulled him aside, and apologized to me, "Brother Zuo, this brat has a bad temper, just ignore him."
Ma Dajun didn't say anything, but glared fiercely at Ma Jiabao.
Ma Jiabao reached out and touched his yellow hair, standing aside with a wronged expression. Perhaps he could be arrogant and domineering outside, but he was still very obedient to his parents who gave him life and raised him.
"It's alright, Uncle Ma, this is your package. Please sign for it first." I walked over, picked up the package from the floor, and placed it on the coffee table next to the sofa.
"Express delivery? What express delivery? I don't remember buying anything from Dingxi. Did you buy anything?" Ma Dajun asked Pang Meilian and her son as he walked towards the coffee table.
"The address is correct, and the phone number is yours. Perhaps someone sent it to you?"
Ma Dajun walked to the coffee table, picked up the package, weighed it in his hand, saw the address on it and the last few digits of his phone number, and signed his name without hesitation.
I took out my phone and scanned the code; that confirmed I had successfully signed for the package.
"Who sent me this package?" Ma Dajun muttered to himself as he opened the package, his face turning deathly pale.
"Who sent me this? Who sent me this?" Ma Dajun hurriedly dropped the package on the ground.
Pang Meilian and I also went up to the top and saw the package on the ground. Immediately, my face turned very ugly.
The package had been torn open, and the contents fell out: four sets of paper shrouds—one blue with black spots, one brown with blue spots, one for teenagers, and one white dress.
"Brother Zuo, what exactly happened? Who sent this to our family?" Pang Meilian asked me in a panic, her face pale.
I was completely baffled. I'm only responsible for deliveries, so who would bother to check who made them? I waved my hand and said, "I don't know, I'm just responsible for delivery."
"Did you do this on purpose?" Ma Jiabao stared at me and asked aggressively.
I was furious at Ma Jiabao's unreasonable behavior and said angrily, "I have no grudge against your family, why would I send you something like this? Are you out of your mind?"
"you……"
"Jiabao, shut up." Ma Dajun interrupted Ma Jiabao, looked at me, and said softly, "Brother Zuo, can you check who sent this package to us?"
"Let me see." I nodded, walked over, squatted down, turned the package over, glanced at the tracking number on the waybill, took out my phone, entered it, and saw the entire shipping process. I found the source of the package and said, "It was sent to you by a Pinduoduo online store called Laojie Store."
“Dad, I remember you said you had a dream a couple of days ago when you woke up in the morning, and my sister was going to buy us clothes.” Ma Jiabao said slowly, as if he had just remembered something.
"Old man, could it be..." Pang Meilian said, but suddenly covered her mouth with her hand.
Even if she didn't finish her sentence, I could guess what she wanted to say—it was nothing more than the clothes her daughter had bought for them, but how could that be?
"Take out your phones and check if you've bought these funeral clothes on Pinduoduo," Ma Dajun ordered, his face grim.
Upon hearing this, Ma Jiabao and Pang Meilian both took out their phones to check, and Ma Dajun also took out his phone to check.
"I don't have it here," Ma Jiabao said, having checked quickly.
“I don’t have any either,” Pang Meilian shook her head and said.
"I don't have any either," Ma Dajun said in a low voice, putting down his phone.
"Dad, do you think it might be my sister's phone?" Ma Jiabao said urgently, as if he had just realized something.
“That can’t be right. Ever since your sister had that accident, I’ve kept it in the safe with the combination lock on, and it’s always been switched off,” Pang Meilian said, shaking her head.
"Old woman, go and look for it." Ma Dajun was starting to lose his composure and urged.
Pang Meilian nodded, went into a room, took out a black combination lock suitcase, unlocked it, and took out a white cell phone. But the moment she picked up the phone, the screen lit up, which startled her. She dropped the phone and it fell onto the clothes in the combination lock suitcase.
Ma Dajun walked over, picked up his phone, and opened the Pinduoduo app. When he saw what was inside, he trembled all over. On the app's pending delivery page were these four funeral garments, one set for each person, and even their sizes were clearly known.
At this moment, I saw that their faces turned very pale, especially Pang Meilian, who began to sob softly. Their deceased daughter had actually come back and even bought them funeral clothes. What did this mean?
I stood to the side, goosebumps rising on my skin. I remembered the girl at the traffic light last night, who looked exactly like a photo in the briefcase, and who had even gotten into my car.
“Brother Zuo, I would like to invite Master Hu over. No matter what, she is still my daughter. If she has any unfulfilled wishes, I will definitely fulfill them for her so that she can be reincarnated in peace.” Ma Dajun suddenly came up to me, grabbed my shoulder tightly, and pleaded in his voice.
"I'll go back and contact him for you." Ma Dajun grabbed my wound, making me wince in pain, but I still readily agreed, because this might not only involve their family, but also myself.
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