The capital is in April when the spring returns to the earth and the flowers are flying and green. In the early morning, the sky is as blue as washing, which is a rare good weather in a year.
The temperature was slightly lower in the morning, and the cold wind blew in through the car window, making the drunk person who was leaning on the back seat sneezed from the cold.
"Here we are." The driver pressed the meter, and the timer started beeping.
Wen Xiaohui opened his sore eyes, barely got up from the back seat: "Well, are you here?"
"Here we are." The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, a little impatiently. The night shift driver stayed up all night, and few of them were in a good mood, let alone a drunk.
A fair and beautiful face was reflected in the rearview mirror. Although the eyelids were swollen and the hair was disheveled, the facial features were still delicate, the chin was thin and the skin could be broken. It looked like a boy or a girl.
Wen Xiaohui took a deep breath, "How much?"
"46."
Wen Xiaohui's hand that took out the money stopped, and his voice raised: "How much?"
"look by youself."
Wen Xiaohui yawned, cleared his throat, and sounded sober for 12 minutes: "I said, master, are you kidding me? From Sanlituner to my house, I might walk more than you, and there will be no traffic jams." Under the circumstances, 35 is exhausted, where did you come back after wandering around?"
The driver looked a little guilty: "There was a car accident at Chaoyang Hospital, I took a little detour..."
"Oh, you took a little detour? Make a bigger turn and we can go to Xiangshan to watch the sunrise. I'm so drunk, don't you? Let me tell you, I can't pour a thousand cups, but pour I also have my eyes open." Wen Xiaohui took out 35 yuan and threw it on the front seat, "That's all."
The driver quit, and said in a rough voice: "That's no good, why don't you give me these things to make this trip for nothing?"
"Oh, I can't run in vain. I drank a lot last night, how about I unload your goods in the car?" Wen Xiaohui made a retching motion.
The driver cursed: "It's okay, it's okay, you hurry up, I'm unlucky."
Wen Xiaohui rolled his eyes, pushed the door and got out of the car. Before the driver closed the window, he cursed: "What a stinky chair."
Wen Xiaohui turned around abruptly when he heard the words: "Fuck you, who the hell are you scolding..." He flew up and was about to kick the car door.
The driver slammed on the accelerator and ran away.
Wen Xiaohui threw his foot into the air, and was so angry that he pointed his middle finger in the direction of the taxi, and then sneezed hard. He sniffed and muttered: "Stupid... tsk, you won't catch a cold." No Dare to delay, he ran home quickly, if he didn't sneak home before his mother woke up, he was finished.
When he walked downstairs, he saw a woman in a black windbreaker from afar, tall and thin, with a graceful figure, a pair of stilettos showing her slender white and tender calves, her thick black hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Wearing sunglasses early in the morning, the pair of bright red lips on the snow-white face are very beautiful. He silently rated this woman's appearance eight points in his heart, but he immediately realized that something was wrong, why did this woman look more and more familiar.
"Xiaohui." The woman took off her sunglasses after he approached. As expected, she was a very beautiful woman with delicate eyebrows, a straight nose, and a pointed jaw, but her eyes were swollen like walnuts, obviously crying Yes, and wept quite hard.
Wen Xiaohui's heart skipped a beat, and a lot of complicated emotions surged up for a while, including anger, disgust, and surprise. He didn't expect that Sun Ying would come to him on his own initiative: "You call me by name, am I familiar with you, aunt?" .”
"Xiaohui, I don't have time to argue with you." Sun Ying lowered her head, as if trying to adjust her mood.
"What are you doing here? Tell me what you have to say. Believe it or not, if I yell, my mother can rush down from upstairs with a broom and beat you."
Sun Ying raised her head, her red eyes made her look pitiful: "Ya Ya is gone."
Wen Xiaohui was startled, his breathing stopped immediately, Yaya? Isn't Yaya his sister's name? What do you mean Yaya is gone
"Xiaohui, Yaya is gone, your sister is gone, commit suicide."
"You..." Wen Xiaohui wanted to say that you farted, but his voice was stuck in his throat. For a moment, he felt dizzy and difficult to breathe, as if the whole world had turned upside down, and he was so dizzy that he almost couldn't stand still.
He looks around.
It was an ordinary and peaceful morning, the uncle walking the dog, the aunt shopping for vegetables, the beauties running in the morning, the children going to school, all the plants and trees in the old community where he lived for more than ten years were all the same as yesterday There is no difference, he is also the same as many mornings, quietly going home after a night of crazy fun, the only difference is that a woman he does not want to see is standing here waiting for him, bringing a piece of news that he cannot accept. What happened to this world? Why did it suddenly change? !
His sister died? How is it possible, that woman's heart is more ruthless than anyone else, how could she commit suicide
Sun Ying sniffed, and took out a white envelope from the lizard skin birkin: "This is Yaya's suicide note, she said she must give it to you."
Wen Xiaohui was trembling all over, opened her hand, and said incoherently: "God, crazy, that woman has nothing to do with our family long ago, whether she lives or dies is none of my business!" Just live in his memory, dead? suicide? Why! Why did you tell him, he didn't want to know at all!
"Xiaohui, listen to me, you are Yaya's only relative she can trust. She can only entrust her affairs to you. That's why I came to you."
"What's behind? Hehe, I don't want anything except inheritance. I don't want to see you. Get out, get out!" Wen Xiaohui felt that his heart was about to be overwhelmed, and he had to find a place to hide right away to save himself from collapsing. mood. He ran down the corridor.
Sun Ying shouted: "There is an inheritance!"
Wen Xiaohui didn't stop walking.
"There are children!"
Wen Xiaohui's body paused, as if he was stepping on cotton, his footsteps felt weak.
Child... He heard that Yaya had a child with that man, it should be quite old. He had never seen that child before, and he didn't even know whether it was a boy or a girl. For many years, they tacitly assumed that Yaya never existed, so naturally they would not mention anything related to her. After his father passed away, he thought that he would never have anything to do with Yaya again. He never expected that after four or five years, when he heard about her again, it would be her death.
Sun Ying walked over and sobbed, "Xiaohui, Yaya made it clear in her suicide note that part of her inheritance is left to you and your aunt. I just hope you will take care of her child, your nephew."
Wen Xiaohui turned his face and looked at her viciously, his eyes were bloodshot: "Get lost."
Sun Ying stuffed the letter into his arms, took two steps back, and the high heels hit the ground, making the sound of heartbreak between the two of them. She covered her mouth, tears welled up in her eyes, and turned and ran away.
Wen Xiaohui's body was stiff, and he watched the letter float to the ground. He stood there, as if his legs were glued.
After a long time, he felt a slight coolness on his face, and when he touched it, it was wet. He was suddenly drained of all his strength, sat down on the ground, and tremblingly picked up the letter.
"Xiaohui, what's the matter with you?" Aunt Wang next door was coming out of the corridor with shopping bags in her arms.
Wen Xiaohui lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "It's okay, I drank too much, don't tell my mother."
"Oh, you child, you ruined your body when you were young, and you will regret it when you are old..." Aunt Wang walked past him while muttering.
Wen Xiaohui's shoulders trembled, his vision was blurred, he almost got up from the ground, grabbed the letter, staggered up the stairs, and rushed back home like the wind. He had already forgotten to open the door lightly, and after closing the door casually, he ran back to the room and wrapped himself in the quilt.
Yaya is gone, suicide, suicide, suicide...
Wen Xiaohui clenched his lips tightly, not daring to make a sound, but tears had already soaked the quilt in large swaths.
"Xiaohui?" Feng Yuehua pushed open the door: "You bastard, you're out fooling around again, haven't you!"
Wen Xiaohui's mind was buzzing, and he only had one thought: I can't tell his mother.
"Why are you covered with a quilt? Disfigured? You don't take off your shoes, step on dirty footprints on the ground, get up and lick the ground clean!" Feng Yuehua was about to lift the quilt when he came up.
"Mom." Wen Xiaohui called out in a crying voice, "Leave me alone, can you just let me stay by myself for a while?"
Feng Yuehua froze for a moment, frowned and let go of his hand: "What's wrong with you? Are you crying?"
Wen Xiaohui didn't want to say anything now, he just wanted to hide, he completely retracted his body under the quilt.
Feng Yuehua hesitated for a while, but finally backed out and closed the door behind him.
A suppressed cry gradually came from under the quilt.
Wen Xiaohui didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, it was already noon, the house was very quiet, his mother had gone to work, and she wouldn't come back at work at noon.
He sat up, his mind went blank, and he reacted slowly for a long time before he got Hun'er back.
He sniffed, the tears were almost shed, and he couldn't cry anymore. He opened the quilt, found the crumpled letter he had squeezed, and tore open the envelope tremblingly.
The letter was only one page, and it was too short as a suicide note: Xiaohui, I'm sorry, my sister is gone.
I don't know if I am qualified to be your older sister, but in my heart, you have always been my most beloved younger brother.
After reading these two lines, Wen Xiaohui's eyes became wet again. He wiped away his tears and continued to look down: "The reason why I chose to leave this world, don't go into it, don't ask anyone, promise me, promise me, This is for your and aunt's safety. From the day I followed that man, I already expected my end, you don't have to feel sorry for me, I deserve it all.
My sister's only concern is my son. He has just turned fifteen and he is a very good boy. I don't worry about handing him over to anyone. My sister begs you to help me take care of him and protect him before he becomes an adult. Give him affection and care. In my inheritance, there is a house and 3 million for you and my aunt. I know that these things cannot repay my uncle and aunt for raising me, so I will take them as your reward for taking care of Luo Yi on my behalf.
Xiaohui, my sister has been living in pain and guilt all these years. At this last moment, I want to tell you that when my uncle was dying, I was also lying on the hospital bed. I couldn't move, and I didn't want to let him go. I saw how embarrassed I was before, so I didn't go. I know that you have always hated me because of this incident. I don't expect your forgiveness. I just want you to know how much I am grateful and sorry for your whole family.
I beg you to agree to the last request of my sister and take care of my son. He is lonelier than me in this world.
Luo Yaya must write.