Even if the sky is almost dark, the house in front of you can easily see how old it is. The dim light hits the shiny plastic tape on the windows with some holes, which makes the house more. A sense of oldness. Zhu Yu flashed his torch, and Huo Xiaofang's'dongdongdong' knocked on the door. The stove chimney protruding from the middle of the window was wafting out with a bowl-sized smoke.
After the two heard a noise, the door opened from the inside, making a long creak.
Zhou Chunmei looked at the two people in front of him for several seconds, then said in a lifeless voice, "Come in!"
Zhu Yu looked at the rudimentary furnishings in the house, the stove, the bed, a few shabby chairs, a shabby wooden wardrobe, and nothing else. Zhou Chunmei sat there, as if waiting for the two to speak again.
Huo Xiaofang: "We are in the third branch. My name is Huo Xiaofang. He is Zhu Yu. We are here to ask you to talk about everything related to Ma Hong. You must answer honestly and not deceive."
"The police came to ask the question last time, what else do you want to ask?" She started, with a slight tremor in her tone.
Zhu Yu's gaze rested on the wall that was smoked yellow and black by the smoke from the firewood. The yellow and old vague awards almost covered half of the wall. At first glance, time is long, but you can still see clearly that the owner of those awards is Ma Hong.
He turned his head to look at Zhou Chunmei: "Your son used to have good academic performance!"
Zhou Chunmei sat with her back to Zhu Yu, and when she heard Zhu Yu's words, she glanced back, and at that glance Huo Xiaofang saw pride, guilt, and distress intertwined.
"Some of them were acquired by him in elementary school, and some were acquired by him in junior high school. Unfortunately, his father died when he was in the second grade. He couldn't pay the tuition and he didn't go to school. He also hated me." Zhou Chunmei said Calm, but her eyes could not be calm, a few tears flowed out on her old face, and the lines of wrinkles became clearer and deeper after the tears passed.
Huo Xiaofang: "Does he have any enemies?"
Zhou Chunmei shook his head: "After dropping out of school, he followed people around to work, and then went out to work, and he didn't necessarily return home when he saw his head."
Zhu Yu: "Why did he quarrel with you last time?"
Zhou Chunmei: "I want him to stay and stop working."
Huo Xiaofang: "You are lying!" His tone was extremely serious, and his eyes stared at her tightly. Sure enough, Zhou Chunmei's expression was unnatural, her eyes dodged.
"Ma Hong doesn't hate you at all, on the contrary, he is very filial to you!" Zhu Yu looked at the house with only a few pieces of furniture.
Zhou Chunmei: "My own son, don't you understand?"
"He has come back the same number of times, but he is not unfilial. The broken legs of your two chairs were obviously just repaired by someone just recently, and the locks of the doors were also newly replaced, right? You are nearly seventy years old. Old man, female again, don't tell me that you changed the chair legs and locks yourself?"
Huo Xiaofang: "When did Ma Hong come back? What did he say to you when he came back to see you?"
Zhou Chunmei covered her face with her hands, and the tears that had been as old and dry as her face grew at this time.
Huo Xiaofang looked at Zhou Chunmei who was crying. She didn't seem to have the intention to speak, and turned to look at Zhu Yu. Zhu Yu waved at him, and the two of them walked out of the room and went outside the door. One of them lit a cigarette and started to smoke.
In the front of the house, there was occasionally the sound of bamboo being crushed by the snow. The night was three-pointed white by the snow. Two cigarette butts fell into the snow in a parabolic position, making a short hissing sound, and then turning into smoke. The two fold back into the house.
(End of this chapter)