C195 External Head 3 Residence(1)

When you left, did you feel reluctant?

Just as he had expected, he drank a few mouthfuls of porridge that night. After taking a large amount of medicine and taking a hot bath, lying on the bed as if he had died, he quickly fell into darkness without feeling anything. Until the next morning.

Ever since he found out about Wen Qing's death, he had not slept for 36 hours straight. As long as he was asleep, he would dream. As long as he was dreaming, it would be a nightmare. He would dream of his mother being hit by a car when she was 13 years old. He would dream of Wen Qing jumping off the roof. He would dream of them being drenched in blood, and he would dream of them blaming him for his actions...

His body wanted to sleep, but he didn't dare.

After waking up, he looked at the unfamiliar hotel. His chaotic consciousness was waking up bit by bit. Yan Xuan slowly pieced together his memories. He had returned, went to the cemetery, and had Jack pay for it. There were still many things he needed to do next.

His mouth was dry and his body was weak. Fortunately, after hanging up the water and taking his medicine yesterday, he did not cough anymore, and the heat had obviously subsided a lot. His upper abdomen had become a little softer. It was no longer as painful as before. His body had recovered a lot after getting some rest. He struggled to sit up, lifted the blanket, and barefooted stepped on the clean carpet of the hotel. He pulled open the curtains and looked out from the 12th floor of the hotel. The world outside the window was misty with rain. Looking down, he could not see the cars and people on the street. He could only see the outline of the city and the lone tall buildings.

After boiling water and taking a hot shower, he came out wearing a bathrobe. He opened his suitcase and took out an ironed light shirt and a dark suit. One by one. After putting them on, he looked at the mirror and button every button. He did not tie his tie. His hair was a little wet, but it was neat and tidy. His face was pale, but it was clean and tidy. Before he went out, he put on dark socks and brand new black leather shoes. He was no longer as casual and degenerate as he was yesterday. He looked straight and proper.

He wanted to look as dignified as possible because he wanted to see her for the last time today.

When the boiling water cooled down a little, he opened the bottle and took a few more pills. Everything looked good. He took the umbrella out and went to the restaurant on the second floor for breakfast. Although it was said to be breakfast, it was actually just half a bowl of porridge and half a bread. This kind of nutrition was obviously not enough, but his stomach did not allow him to eat too much. Eating that half a piece of bread was already somewhat forced.

It was raining outside, but it was not as heavy as yesterday's rain. He got the hotel to help him get a taxi. After getting in the car, he went to the bank first and reset the bank account card that was in the flood. Then he asked Jack for an account number and transferred the 100,000 plus interest plus double medical fees. He paid the bill and didn't want to disturb other people's lives. He didn't want to owe others either.

After doing all this, he took a taxi and went to Seven Mile Street.

Seven Mile Street was filled with old residential areas in the south of the city. Most of the buildings were about six or seven stories tall. The walls were mottled, the paths were narrow, and the ground was bumpy. There were even some places without concrete. There were only weeds and green bricks on the ground. Without the so-called property management of the modern community, this place could be considered as grabbing with a beard and eyebrows. The building was connected to the building, and at most, there were a few crooked short walls. It separated the boundary between the community and the community.

The taxi could not drive in. Yan Xuan took the umbrella and walked down. He asked a few people along the way and found the place where the couple stayed last.

"Ai, it is indeed quite pitiful. A woman with a ruined face, without a man, and even taking care of a child, it is really not easy. But the residents here all quite like her. She's a good person, but it's a pity..."

The building that was warmly accommodated had six floors, and each floor was somewhat similar to a hotel apartment. There were several families with long corridors and doors facing each other. The street committee found a committee member who lived here to be the manager. It was a fat woman in her 40s. Knowing Yan Xuan's intention, they quickly brought him over and talked along the way. Yan Xuan just listened quietly.

"It's here. She also rented someone else's house. The owner is still asking me to help him rent out the house, but you know... It's not easy to rent a house that had once belonged to the owner, I've hung it up for a long time... The price is also very low. Someone saw it, and once they heard that something like that happened... Ten out of ten will leave immediately." As the fat woman spoke, she took out the key and opened the door.

The room was not big and one could see the end with a glance. On the right hand side of the door was a small bathroom. On the left side was a simple pool and a desk, and on the other side was the living room. On the other side was a bed and a closet. Yan Xuan only roughly glanced at the simple layout of the room and then focused his attention on the two big boxes at the corner of the room.

"What are those?" His voice was still a little hoarse. When he asked, the person had already walked over.

"Oh, most of the boxes are CD and cartridges. The other box is mostly filled with toys and books, they are all quite new. It can be seen that they are kept very carefully. I was reluctant to throw them away when I was sorting them out. They were piled up over there, and I didn't have time to take care of them for a while. " The fat woman explained that she was a warmhearted person. Yan Xuan was extremely grateful to her.

"I'll rent this house, and I'll buy these two boxes. Name a price." Yan Xuan didn't touch the boxes. He looked at them a few times, then turned around and said to the fat woman.

"You suddenly said that. I really..." The fat woman was stunned. She was thinking how she could make a fortune from a dead person. Thinking about it, she felt that it was not appropriate to give it away, "How about this, these two boxes are not mine. You spend two thousand dollars to buy them. I'll take the money to the cemetery management office. Can you use it on warm cemetery management? "

"Yes, thank you very much." Yan Xuan smiled faintly, then bowed to her at almost ninety degrees to express his gratitude.

"You don't have to be so polite! No thanks, no thanks! I still have to thank you!" The fat woman was a little panicky, and her chubby face was slightly red.

She was truly grateful that she had lived in such a warm place before her death.

After saying that, the fat woman said that she would not thank him and that she would go and get the lease contract. Yan Xuan stood quietly in the empty house for a while. No one knew what he was thinking. No one knew what he saw in the air. He heard something.

Yan Xuan took the contract and signed it without even looking at it. He also paid the rent for half a year according to the agreement. After the fat woman paid the key and left, Yan Xuan also locked the door. He turned around and went to the rooftop. The rain was still falling and the rooftop was empty. Only a few iron pillars were suddenly drenched in the rain. When he got closer, he saw that there was a rope between the pillars. He could see that it was sunny. The residents would come up to dry. With an umbrella in hand, Yan Xuan slowly approached the edge of the rooftop. The inverted wind whistled. It sounded like... It sounded like a sorrowful cry that lingered in his ears for a long time.

"Aunt Wen..." Grief surged in his chest. He stopped in his tracks and looked at the woman standing at the edge of the rooftop. He smiled at her and then fell backwards. Not long after, there was a muffled sound in the wind and rain, like the wailing of ghosts in the abyss of hell.

Five minutes, ten minutes, one hour, two hours... He stood there with an umbrella and did not move at all, allowing the wind and rain to blow his hair and clothes, as if bringing a familiar warmth, and then turning into a bone-piercing coldness.

Time seemed to have become meaningless, and so did life.

Creak.

The metal door of the platform was pushed open, and someone came up. No one knew who it was. No one knew what they were doing, but it had nothing to do with him. Yan Xuan moved his stiff body and walked away. He didn't know when the umbrella in his hand fell, but it was blown to the side by the wind and stuck in the corner. Many parts of his body were wet by the rain, but he did not care. His expression was indifferent.

From the rooftop to the first floor, he walked very slowly. Slowly, he walked to the place where he was discovered after falling in love. It was a cement ground. The ground was uneven, and there were some cracks. There were weeds growing in the cracks. He seemed so stubborn and unyielding in the wind and rain. The white lines outlined the final appearance of the deceased, but due to the continuous rain, there were no more bloodstains, and the white line was also very unclear. However, Yan Xuan seemed to still be able to see that the warm feeling was still lying there all alone. No one cared about her until a stranger discovered her and let out a terrifying scream. How could she be willing to scare others? That kind and stupid woman. She always smiled, very much like her name, bringing endless warmth to others.