Whether you want to talk from your parents or ask them questions and ask them the truth, it is difficult.

The thin man was very eye-wielding, patting me on the back, and comforted: "Maybe things are not as complicated as you think."Aren’t all parents like that?There are some things, nothing, and they think.My aunt and uncle may just be...”

He racked his brain and wanted to say something reassuring.

I interrupted his efforts.

I know my parents.From a young to a large, they gave me the impression of introverts, although they will communicate with people, but also have familiar friends, but in addition to our family, in addition to our brothers and sisters, others are outsiders, the relationship is better, all maintain a kind of polite distance.

There are almost no meetings between colleagues and friends.In the evening, they rarely participate.Some of the people who are in contact occasionally have been together for many years.Even so, their circle of friends has nothing to do with our brothers and sisters.

Their colleagues and friends are not without my sister's peers, but the weddings and drinks they occasionally participate in will not be called our brothers and sisters.When we were kids, they wouldn’t take us there, and most of them stayed at home to take care of us.

Friends and colleagues are like that, and so are relatives.

I forgot the last time I saw my family.It’s always the same time we spend the holidays together.

I remember when they were fifty years old, I wanted to give them a life, ask their opinions, and was rejected directly.They ate with friends and ate.Come home in the evening and celebrate with our brothers and sisters.As for the relatives, none of them had any contact.

I had never found this subtle isolation before, and I always thought that, as my parents said, when my grandparents died, their brothers and sisters were in a rut and tear their faces completely.But think about it, even if there is a real quarrel, it should not be that several brothers and sisters have broken contact?

Mom has three brothers and sisters.There are a lot of people out there too.

I can't remember the specific appearance of those relatives, and I can't even remember the general situation.

The more you want to remember, the more you feel scared.

The memory of the little white figure appeared, the appearance of the little white death.

There was a cold sweat on my back.

If my relatives also die because of me, the subtle attitude of parents will explain.

They may have chosen me, they may have chosen me, they may have chosen me, they may have chosen me.

I felt that I was not breathing well, and it was difficult to face my mother and father.

I am their son, but their relatives, their parents and brothers and sisters, and their loved ones.

If my ability to awaken from an early age, from an emotional point of view, a newborn child and a loved one who has been with for a lifetime, which is more important, it is really difficult to choose.

Mom and Dad are not that kind of selfish people, just take care of their own little family and give up everyone.

I am a little sad.

The dull atmosphere makes the skinny not very comfortable.

My mother, who was watching me, noticed something wrong with me, and stood up straight.

There was a look of anxiety and worry on her face.

My eyes are hot.

The previous thoughts, in fact, are my creek, the truth, I do not know.

After hearing about the experiences of Ye Qing and Nan Gongyao, I only expressed sympathy for both of them.That's not what happened to me, I've never seen their loved ones, the only thing I saw was a fake, before it was debunked, and it wasn't the character of that bitter hatred.

But it happened to me, and I couldn’t help feeling guilty, and I felt a deep apologetic about my parents.

I just feel like I’ve ruined their lives.

I never thought my parents might give up on themselves for me.That possibility is now in front of me.

After the mother stood up, Dad followed the probe and stood up.

I bowed my head, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.

The thin voice came from his ear, “Qiji...or, I’ll go back first?”Talk to your aunt and uncle.”

I nodded and heard some hesitation in his footsteps.

When I looked up, I saw my parents coming out.

The aunt at the next table was behind.

This is not a place to talk about.

"It's okay.I talked to the little guy.I’m looking for a hotel nearby.We may not be back today.”I said as naturally as possible.

My mother was silent, or looked at me with worried eyes, and stopped talking.

Dad replied, “Alright.Go to a hotel.I went back to see it with your mother.It may have been extinguished.”

“Yeah, yeah, go look at it together.I'm sorry to ask, I'll help you ask.If you can't go back, the firefighters should always count."My grandmother said enthusiastically.

I immediately said, "Let's go and see."

“No!”Mother blurted out, suddenly realized that her reaction was a little big, and quickly described, "Go or go together."When we came out, it was a mess, so don't be touched."

"They all seem to be gathered there."The aunt did not doubt, the interface said, "are about to leave work, people are coming back."I didn't burn food at home."

“You should go back and cook.Let's see, if we don't live outside today."Mother said.

“No hurry.Let's go and see."My grandmother was very enthusiastic.

I didn’t object, and my parents couldn’t say anything.

The four of us walked to the community together, and the aunt gushed about the fire scene she saw.My mother was a little absent-minded, and there was a match.

A lot of people gathered at the door of the community, went into the community, all the way to the building where my house was, and more and more people saw.

Residents have been evacuated and firefighters pulled up a cordon.I also saw the police in the vicinity.

Some people onlookers have talked about it, and some have raised their mobile phones and taken very seriously.

When I looked up, I could see the room on fire.There was a black flame in the window, and from time to time the fire could be seen.

Two fire trucks were parked downstairs, and the ladder rose to the window.

The window I saw should be lying on the side, the main bedroom window on the other side, can not see the fire, but can see the smoke rising, much more than the side of the black smoke.

The faces of several firefighters left on the edge of the fire truck were heavy, as if they were in big trouble.

But from the fire, only the two rooms with corpses were burning.

I was right, it was not only Xu Tiancheng that burned up, but also the body and soul in the room.

In this noisy environment, I heard a scream and stared at the window, and my eyes seemed to penetrate the black smoke and see the twisted soul in it.

There was something and something I knew.

The chains of the soul are groaning in the flames.