Sung hesitated for a moment.

I spoke to you with the skinny, I said a word, persuaded ten minutes later, the old lady finally relaxed.

We went back to her house with Sung.

Song Xian would put the ashes on the marching bed and say that she would bask in the sun to her parents.

When the old man said this, he became very sad, his eyes red and full of tears.

She felt guilty of touching the two urns, and said to herself what I had not heard.

For that precious wooden box, Song Xian did not care so much.

I put the box on the TV.

The TV is still there, but the power is out.The old TV is not even an LCD screen, and the volume is very large.The TV cabinet is also very large, piled with debris, but a small wooden box is placed in the place that is empty, more than enough.

There was no longer any living in the six villages of workers and peasants, and the valuable property in the house was basically taken away.But it is difficult to ensure that no thief comes here to break through the door.

The small wooden box is placed next to the debris, which is not inconspicuous and should not be noticed by people such as thieves.

I checked the power and doors and windows in the room.

The last time the Song family came to sign the contract and approved the house area, they had checked these.But that time, we watched Song Xian’s two sons take a turn.

The power and doors are closed.

I look at the squirter.

Sung Xian wiped away his tears, trembling and stood up and walked to the door.

The skinny helped her.

I called Song Xian again for Song Xian, and I called Song Xian's two sons to explain the matter.

“There’s something in the house.It may be the ashes and relics of the old lady's parents.Something was temporarily inside the house.The old lady was in the taxi.Well, I talked to your brother and I said that."I said the same thing to both sides.

After the account, I hung up the phone, and the skinny son and I also went to the neighborhood committee.

Director Mao was in the office and told us that the fat three of them took the property owners to approve the house.

In front of Director Mao, of course, we can't say ghosts and strange things, we talk about Song Xian.

“Her parents died early, didn’t they?”

Director Mao shook his head, “I’ve never heard of it.”The old aunt . . . did not mention her parents when she moved here, nor had she ever heard of whom she was going to the grave.Oh, and I was a little impressed when her husband died."

“What did her two sons say?”The skinny asked.

"They're all surprised."I remember saying.

The two brothers were surprised to hear that Song Xian came to the old house.I was even more surprised to hear the ashes and relics of my grandparents.

When they hung up the phone, their tone sounded absent-minded, I don't know whether they were still surprised, or because of the "relic" and moved.

I thought it should be the former.

They did not ask about the relics, my brother and I determined that the old lady went to the six villages of the workers and peasants, and the younger brother confirmed the side of "my grandfather and grandmother?". .

Without waiting for the fat man to come back, another property owner came to ask about the contract.

The demolition compensation agreement that has been signed will still have doubts and want to change.

In general, the property owners of the six villages of workers and peasants are good at speaking.It may also be because of the death of a few special toss, yin and yang wrong, with the effect of "killing chickens and monkeys", others are better able to talk.We have a tough tone, come up with rules and regulations, and the other side will not be entangled again.

I heard that Jiang You's group encountered some mixed, the forefoot as the brother ran to modify the agreement, the back foot brother and sister followed the trouble, and the old man and the granddaughter with the grandchildren live in the house, insisted on not signing the contract, Zhangkou to the city center ten houses, other talk.

This should be a blessing for the disaster.

I try to be as optimistic as possible.

All day long, I kept an eye on the road outside the window, and I kept an eye on the outside.

Ye Qing said, "The demons danced", but I could only see the bright sunlight outside the window.

When the time of work, the sun was setting, and the cars on the street were coming and going, and I did not see any scene of dancing.

Did Ye Qing mispremacy?

I went home with questions, had dinner with my parents, and went back to my room to brush the news.

I’ve followed some of the entertainment numbers before, and I’ve seen their updates right now.

The crew of "The Killing of Hot Spring Hills" was cursed, poured out blood mold, and the whole crew of dozens of people came over, and the remaining two hands came over.

As a survivor, Nantian was particularly pulled out by the domestic media.The deaths of Han and Bian Sijun were also captured by the entertainment media.

The two had no name in the news, only the southern assistant and the interpreter.

Ao Ye did not appear, Nan Gongyao was not found by the media, only Nantian's photos appeared on the Internet.

The southern sky in the photo wears a duck tongue cap and large sunglasses, and can hardly see half a face.

The reporter described him as "rare silence", "low mood" and "suspected of the unfortunate death of a newly born love affair".

The gossip reporter seems to regard Han Xiao as a lover of the southern day, and also took Han Xiao's difficult childhood and teenage parents unknown, no relatives for no reason, can only fight on his own, and she will finish college; and her inspirational love road as a fan of Nantian, strive to win the work of Nantian assistant, and also successfully captured the heart of an idol star.

Because Han Xiao is dead, or involved in such a big incident, become one of the innocent victims, Nantian fans are not because of this gossip riot.

Some of the hands are also trembling, to ridicule, to be scolded by the heat of the dead, the mouth is not cursive.

The information I want to know is not to be found in these messy gossips.

Wu Ling should return home in these two days, and there is no reason for staying there in the southern day.

So, it should be over.

I wanted to turn off the page and suddenly remembered something when my finger pressed on the screen.

I raised my finger and looked.

I remember in the women’s bathroom, my hands touched something and were cut off.

It must be something like wire.Certainly not wire.

There is no yin, but it is not a normal thing.

I can't see it, it's sharp.

Then suddenly it appeared and then disappeared.

This is not a riddle.

I don't know what it is.

The wound on my finger was gone, as if that was just my delusion.

I thought about it, sent a message to Wu Ling, and mentioned this matter.

When I write information, I also recall that dream.

My fingers stopped on the keyboard and put a few garbled codes on the keyboard.

I remember, in that bathroom, I didn’t see Han.

I switched pages and turned the news out.

Yes, the news said that Han Xiao and Yin Sijun both died in the bathroom of the woman, died of suffocation.

There is no hansom in the bathroom!

My eyes moved slightly and my eyes fell on my fingers.

Because of that thing?

I frowned and added a few words to the text message sent to Wu Ling.