Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Probably because she had been accustomed to treating Song Jiawen as her sister for so many years, but now she suddenly said the words "my sister is dead", it made Song Xiwen feel strange and awkward.

Similarly, Song Jiawen was also awkward.

She looked at Song Xiwen and asked, "How did she die?"

This time Song Xiwen was silent for a long time before speaking, "Our family moved to Yunzhou when I was ten years old. On the one hand, it was necessary for the vegetable business. On the other hand, my parents wanted to have another child mainly to avoid family planning. Times Nian's mother really got pregnant successfully, but unfortunately she still gave birth to a daughter, not a son.

Therefore, my parents were not very enthusiastic about the arrival of my sister. After she turned one year old, they often left her to me to take care of her business. When I went to school, I asked my neighbors to help take care of her.

She speaks late, and even at the age of three she still cannot pronounce words clearly. Sometimes I am impatient to listen to what she has to say.For a while she cried a lot. I knew she had a cold, but I didn't care. I just took out two adult pills and gave them to her and ignored her.At night, her parents came back late, and she fell asleep almost every time they got home, so she didn't notice her fever.Until that afternoon, she had a fever and was frothing at the mouth, which scared me. I wiped her with a towel, and then ran to find her parents. By the time she was taken to the hospital, she was already dead.

The doctor said she was burned alive and had encephalitis, and scolded her parents for not sending her to the hospital. Why didn't they give her antipyretics?

I wanted to say that I gave her medicine, but suddenly I couldn’t remember what medicine I gave her. Did it reduce the fever?

I didn't expect that the day I sent her to the hospital would be the last time I saw her. Her name was Jia Jia, Song Jiawen, which was actually her name. "

The two chatted for more than two hours, mostly Song Xiwen reminiscing, while Song Jiawen sat opposite and listened quietly.

She lowered her eyebrows and had a light expression on her face. She occasionally stirred the cold coffee with a small spoon, but did not drink it.

Speaking of the missing person notice for Song Jiawen at that time, "Your photo and name were published in the newspaper at that time. You. Your real name is Yuluo. It's a nice name. You can remember it after reading it once. The contact person's surname on the missing person notice Jade, he should be your father. I'm sorry Jia Jia, I was too selfish and didn't let your family find you, which separated you from your family for more than ten years."

Song Jiawen's hand while stirring the coffee paused. She dropped the spoon and looked up at Song Xiwen, "Where is she now?"

"what?"

Song Xiwen didn't understand the sudden question, but subconsciously said, "Who are you talking about?"

"Jia Jia, Song Jiawen, your sister. You let me live in your house instead of her, but what about her? Where did you bury her? A nameless wild ghost wouldn't even forget the burial place, right? Or...” There’s not even a burial place.

Song Xiwen's face suddenly turned pale. She had said so much, but she didn't expect that the other party's focus would be here. Didn't she care where the family members who were looking for her were from?

As for where her sister was buried after her death, children are not allowed to enter their ancestors' graves after death, so naturally they cannot be buried in the Song family's graveyard in Jianglin Village.What's more, she was still out of breath in the hospital at that time, and no one in her hometown knew about it.

Therefore, she vaguely heard her parents whispering, and they probably found a barren mountain in the suburbs, took it there and buried it hastily.

Now that 14 years have passed, I'm afraid the little grave bag from back then has long since disappeared.

"How did you manage not to see her even once?"

Song Jiawen felt incredible, and couldn't understand Xie Jingying and Song Laosan.

Are people's hearts so cold?

Forget it for her, after all, she is not her biological child, but the little girl who is about the same age as her
Song Xiwen was speechless about this. Her sister did not receive much attention whether she was alive or dead.

but.
After all, she couldn't hold it back and asked Song Jiawen, "Don't you care about the news about your family?"

"What do you care about? You have already mentioned my name, isn't that enough? If we are destined, I will naturally meet them again."

If there is fate?

Song Xiwen looked confused, "You don't want to go find them? Your family should be pretty good." But Song Jiawen's thoughts were obviously different from hers, "Sister, I don't need you to worry about my life experience. Thank you very much for saving me at that time." Me, but you should think about how to tell your uncle and grandma the truth."

These two people were the most difficult for her to let go of. If Song Jiawen was asked to speak, she would be a little unable to speak.

Song Xiwen frowned, "Jiajia, I agree to tell you the truth, but there's no need to make it known to everyone, right?"

Are you planning on telling others?

"Think about it, how good your grandma and uncle are to you, how can you bear to let them know the truth and then treat you like a stranger?"

These words seemed very pleasant, and he was putting himself in her shoes, but Song Jiawen just laughed at herself and looked at Song Xiwen with her dark eyes, "It can't be true if it's fake. A substitute is still a substitute after all, even if you don't say it."

And, do you think you can hide it?

"Gaga."

Song Xiwen wanted to persuade her again, but Song Jiawen shook her head. She stood up and made a request before leaving, "Ask your parents where the real Jia Jia is buried? I want to go and burn incense for her."

After using someone else's name and identity for 14 years, there must be something to show for it.

She left the cafe with nowhere to go. After thinking about it, she luxuriously waved to call a taxi and reported the address of Jiang Yan's community.

It's just that she arrived very unluckily. The door was locked and there was no second-hand van underneath. It seemed that the guy who liked to make money was either collecting used computers or selling second-hand computers in the county.

In short, except for the things arranged by Jiang Yan, the second child never had any idle time.

A very energetic guy.

It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was still blazing outside, and the concrete floor was so hot that it was boiling with oil.

There was no one in the community. The lotus leaves in the pond were floating listlessly on the water. Occasionally, the breeze blew by and they swayed perfunctorily.

There is a small pavilion next to it. In the evening, this is a gathering place for old people, where they play chess and chat.Of course, there will also be no one there.

Song Jiawen walked into the small pavilion and sat in front of the stone table with her chin in her hands. She had a panoramic view of the gate of the community, so she could see anyone coming in or out immediately.

But
She didn't expect that she would have to wait until night fell and the stars were all over the sky to wait for Jiang Yan back.

"When did you come here?"

Jiang Yan honestly didn't expect that Song Jiawen would sit in the pavilion waiting for him on such a hot day. Although it was dark now and it wasn't too hot in the pavilion, the weather wasn't really cool either.

The most important thing is that there are mosquitoes here, and Song Jiawen attracts mosquitoes.

He took her arm and shined it at the dim street light, and sure enough he found a dense pile of red dots on it.

"Are you stupid?"

Jiang Yan frowned and was about to say a few more words to her, but when he looked up, he found that she looked miserable, leaning weakly on the stone table. Her face, which was originally white, now looked even whiter.

This chapter has been greatly changed!