Song Xijiao looked inside and saw the old man who was guarding the morgue was eating inside. There were many ice coffins in the morgue.
There was a brazier at the old man's feet, and the wood in the brazier was burning with crackling sounds.
Song Xijiao walked in only after the old man finished his meal.
"See your grandma again."
After the old man finished his meal, he put the lunch box aside, took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
"Yes! Thank you for your hard work, Grandpa Li."
Song Xijiao handed him a red plastic bag, which contained two Liqun cigarettes, two bottles of Moutai, and some dried fish to go with the wine.
The smile on the old man's face grew wider, but he kept blaming her.
"You kid, you always take things when you come here. Don't do that again next time. If you do that again, I won't let you in to see your grandma next time."
"good."
The old man put the cigarettes and alcohol in the drawer.
"If you want to see it, do it quickly. Once you're done, leave quickly. Don't let my boss find out."
She touched her grandmother's face. It was so cold that the chill from the ice coffin turned her hands red.
"Grandma, please bless me. I must find the person who killed you and avenge you."
During the summer vacation of her senior year in high school, Song Xijiao hadn't seen her grandmother for almost a year. Without telling Song Hua, she bought a bus to her hometown. Carrying a heavy schoolbag and two large bags of snacks, she traveled for three hours to the town, and then took a motorcycle for another hour to the foot of the mountain.
Her hometown is halfway up the mountain and motorcycles can't go up there, so she can only carry her things and walk up step by step.
But when she arrived at the door of her house, she saw that the door was closed and locked with a rusty lock. There were weeds growing in front of the door, and it was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time.
She panicked and ran next door to ask her cousin's grandmother where her grandmother had gone.
My cousin's grandmother hesitated and refused to say anything, just told her to forget about it and go back to the city quickly.
She pestered for a long time before her cousin's grandmother told her that her grandmother was taken to the city by her son to enjoy a good life.
She stood there in a daze, with a bad feeling in her heart. She called Zhao Hairong, but the line was always busy.
She carried her schoolbag and walked for two hours on the mountain road to the town, then took a bus back to the city.
She returned home and called and texted Zhao Hairong like crazy.
She begged him to tell her where grandma was. She really begged him.
She had never said anything so mean.
The refrigerator was empty except for two wilted cabbages. She took them out and found that the leaves had already begun to rot.
She threw the bok choy in again, squatted in front of the refrigerator, hugged her knees, buried her head, and her shoulders shook.
Just like now, she could only watch her grandmother lying coldly and cry.
“………”
The corridor was quiet and dim, with the incandescent lights overhead flickering on and off.
She looked up and saw the light flickering and then went out.
She panicked and ran to the stairwell at the end of the corridor. Suddenly, she heard hurried footsteps behind her. Her heart was beating fast and she was about to run out. The footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer. A big hand suddenly covered her mouth and dragged her to the cleaning room at the side.
Song Xijiao struggled hard, grabbing the man's hand and biting it hard. The man groaned but didn't let go. Song Xijiao burst into tears. The man dragged her into the cleaning room and reached out to close the door...
"It's me."
The familiar voice made Song Xijiao's body stiffen. She looked up at the man in front of her blankly, tears still on her face.
"Hold."
Pei Hetong looked at the tears on her face and cursed in annoyance. He reached out and wiped away the tears from her face.
"Are you scared?"
Song Xijiao was still immersed in the surprise of meeting Pei Hetong. She nodded blankly.
Pei Hetong soothed him softly, "Don't be afraid, it's me."
Song Xijiao glanced at the door vigilantly. The door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap. The person who had chased her had seen Pei Hetong through the gap and was standing at the door.
Pei Hetong turned his head and saw a black pupil staring at him through the crack in the door.
He narrowed his eyes and reached out to open the door, but the person outside ran away.
"What are you doing here?"
Song Xijiao took two steps to the side and said, "I'm here to see my grandma."
"What happened to your grandma?"
"My grandmother passed away."
Pei Hetong turned his head to look at her. She lowered her head with her hair loose. Her hair was very long, reaching her waist, but the ends were a little dry and split. However, her hair was very soft and hung neatly behind her.
The appearance of one person can really change another person's preferences. Even if the two people are separated, some habits cannot be changed.
Just like now, when he looked at her long hair, he couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't forgotten him yet, otherwise why didn't she cut her hair?
"I'll take you back."
Song Xijiao wanted to refuse, but Pei Hetong held her hand without saying anything and pulled her outside.
"Who am I to you? I don't need to remind you, just let me go."
"No one in my Pei family abides by rules and discipline, and the one you married is the best among them."
How did she tolerate this man before?
Pei Hetong pulled her into the fire escape. The stairwell was piled with debris and there was a lingering smell of smoke. He reached out and pushed open the window in the stairwell, and the night wind mixed with rain blew in.
"Yes, your Pei family doesn't follow rules or discipline, but you, Pei Hetong, listen to your mother the most. If your mother saw you pulling me, do you think she would be angry? Would she ask you to break up with me completely?"
Pei Hetong turned a deaf ear to her, opened the passenger door, and pushed her in. He leaned over to fasten her seat belt.
"I can do it myself."
Pei Hetong, contrary to his usual attitude, said calmly: "Uncle, no..."
Pei Zhiting put his hand on the car door. He leaned over and looked at the two people in the car. There was a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes. He said with a smile:
"Jiaojiao, why are you with He again?"
He turned to look at Pei Hetong and said, "Hetong, stay away from her in the future, otherwise people will gossip about her."
Pei Hetong's hands trembled for a moment, but he still pretended to be calm and closed the car door.
"Hasn't our Pei family heard enough gossip like this?"
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