Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 96

"Speaking of which, your classmate is also a poor child." The grandfather shook his head regretfully, "On New Year's Eve, the mistress of this house passed away. I heard that she died of cancer, and then the house was deserted. , this child should have gone back to his hometown with his sister-in-law for a funeral. Don't wait any longer, it's getting dark, go home quickly."

After the grandfather finished speaking, he carried the pole and left.

Song Xiaolin stayed in the same place all the time, unable to calm down for a long time, his whole heart suddenly tightened, and he couldn't believe the truth he just heard.

Aunt Alan passed away?
how come? ? ?
Although she is physically disabled, she still remembers that a few months ago, Aunt Alan looked very good. How could she suddenly get cancer and die?
In addition to disbelief, the rest is all shock.

In a trance, Song Xiaolin suddenly remembered that time, the back of the woman staggering away disappeared in the long darkness, the black hair on her shoulders was mixed with white hair, like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening, lonely and far away In the past, now, I look up at this desolate and dilapidated house that has fallen into the twilight with the wind. It is empty, without a trace of life. One after another, the wind is blowing and the sun is shining, and the scenery is rushing westward, and nothing can be left in the end.

Suddenly, the tip of her nose became sour, and tears streamed down her face.

Tears fell drop by drop down the cheeks and chin on the snow, and a small pit was sunken, melting the surrounding snow into water, crystal clear like pearls, but full of endless sadness.

Ah Lan's life was really too hard. Her husband died young and she had no one to rely on. The wheelchair-bound disabled person not only suffers for herself, but also her most beloved child becomes rebellious and depraved because of this, but finally her good boy who can read has finally come back, and everything is slowly moving towards the right track, suffering for most of her life , originally thought that God had eyes and happiness was about to come, but she... had an incurable disease.

At the last moment of her life, she must also be very reluctant to part with her Ah Cheng.

But why in this world, doom only picks the poor.

In this long and cold winter, in this joyous, reunion, and bustling Spring Festival, Duan Yicheng lost his mother forever, the mother who loved him terribly, and he also loved terribly, will never be there again After coming back, I will no longer be happy for him, sad for him, or worry about him.

Song Xiaolin didn't dare to think about Duan Yicheng's pain.

How to think about it?

It's like a blank paper with no way to write, and my heart is cut like a knife.

Even an outsider would feel heartbroken, let alone his mother!
At that time, she was still young, and she spent only six years with her parents. The memory of that period gradually faded in the gullies of the years, but in retrospect, she still felt overwhelmed with pain.

But he was different from her.

One is a child who is ignorant and ignorant, and the other is a stable and mature teenager.

He and his mother have been together day and night for 18 years!How to let go of the feelings in it?
I can't give up.

Family affection is something that can never be parted from.

Maybe at the moment when he lost his mother, his heart was numb from the pain, and he was unconscious, but in the countless days to come, he would think of the little things he had with his mother, the coats his mother washed by hand, and the clothes his mother made. Meals, thinking of the stitches and threads of his mother weaving towels... He will miss it very much, miss it every day, and it hurts the most at that time, because the destructive power of missing is huge and strong, not only suffocation, but also after suffocation. A hammer weighing a thousand catties hits up hard, and with each hammer, a sharp awl will appear when the body is completely bruised, and it will stab into the heart suddenly, stirring up the pain in the internal organs, and then turning them into ashes, wishing to die like this .

The world is suffering, but the pain is that the person closest to you is not by your side.

From then on, no one asks about the health and wellness, no matter how beautiful the fireworks are, you can only watch them alone, and only you can spend the days of reunion alone. No matter how strong the longing is, you can only hide in your heart secretly. I can only look at the black and white photo, talk to the sky, and talk to myself in front of the cemetery. It seems that only in this way can the appearance in memory not be lost.

The sound of the wind whistled past my ears.

Finally, Song Xiaolin raised her head and took another deep look at the decayed house, as if it would collapse in a second, tears welled up in her eyes, she turned and left.

***
But unexpectedly, the matter about Duan Yicheng was far from over.

A few days later, an anonymous article went viral on the campus post bar, and was widely reposted, creating a storm all over the campus.

I heard that Duan Yicheng went back to his hometown, Fengwei Village, to hold a funeral for his mother, and later murdered someone and was taken to the police station. He confessed to his murder and will be sentenced to prison.

As soon as this matter came out, it was immediately spread and created a turbulent wave.

All of a sudden, Duan Yicheng became a figure in the forefront and the object of everyone's spurning.

Senior three (three) class.

The bell hadn't been rung, and the class hadn't started yet. A few students in twos and threes gathered together, discussing a lot.

"Damn it, Duan Yicheng actually killed someone. It's really scary. We're still in the same class as him."

"That's right, it's too bad luck!"

"It's not surprising for a person like him to kill someone, right?"

"That's right, skipping class for a fight, smoking, and beating his mother, he's really worse than a beast."

"Maybe, his mother died of illness because of his anger."

"Hey, you said, he dared to kill people, maybe his mother didn't die of illness at all, but..."

"What is it?"

"He killed it??!!!"

"Damn it!!! You can't do it, kill your own mother? You read too many novels."

"Maybe."

"I think he's like that kind of guy."

"..."

As soon as this remark came out, the discussion in the classroom was gradually mixed with laughter. Human relations were too indifferent. They did not take death as a matter at all. Instead, they unscrupulously made jokes about others, overriding the pain of others.

Such a group of cold-blooded and stupid people are really inferior to animals.

Outside the door, Song Xiaolin clenched her fists involuntarily. It hurts when her nails sink into her flesh in winter, but she doesn't feel the pain, because her heart has already been completely cold.

From the very beginning, she shouldn't have imagined that this group of people would have the slightest remorse.

They won't.

Except when the end of the world comes, they will not have a day of repentance.

But at this moment, she couldn't bear it anymore.

With a bang, the closed door was kicked open heavily.

Suddenly, the whole class fell silent, and all eyes fell on her.

In the season of early March, the weather was still cold, but Song Xiaolin only felt a burning pain in her chest. She picked up a book, without saying a word, and slammed it directly on the wall behind. Big, with a muffled crashing sound.

In an instant, someone screamed in horror, and someone took advantage of the chaos to curse: "Song Xiaolin, are you fucking sick?" Someone echoed: "That's right, what if you hit someone?"

"..." There were dissatisfied voices all around her.

(End of this chapter)