There was only one sentence on the note.
"Your sister is in danger, find me."
An address is attached below.
Papaya wandered around the place where the address was written, but didn't go in, because it was a wealthy community, looking around, villas, villas, and villas.
Which rich man is so leisurely and carefree to come here to solve his troubles as a poor ghost? Thinking of the little girl who was only as high as his legs, Papaya thought it was probably a prank.
But when he got home, he regretted it again.
"I should have knocked on the door and asked," he thought to himself. "There's no harm in asking anyway."
After tossing and turning all night, he woke up late the next day.
His sister had already gone out ahead of him. He got dressed and went downstairs. He should have gone to work at Pei Xuan's house with her, but he hesitated for some reason.
"I'm late anyway, so I won't go today." Papaya looked down at the note in her hand, "... go to this place again?"
He lingered at the door until one big and one small appeared in front of him.
It was the little girl that day.
Papaya looked at her... the teenager behind her. Sneering: "You wrote the stuff above?"
The font is so mature and correct, it will never be written by the little girl.
The other party took the note, looked at the words on it, then said a few words to the little girl, then turned to look at him: "Let's find a place to sit and talk."
It seemed that he was going to take care of the little girl beside him, so they sat in a milk tea shop. The shop was very warm, and there was a smell of milk in the air.
"Let's talk." After exchanging names, Papaya leaned on the sofa behind him, crossed his arms, and asked with suspicion and resistance, "What danger is my sister in?"
The other party took out a photo, put it on the table, and handed it in his direction.
Papaya picked up the photo. It was a wedding photo captured by a guest. The groom was Pei Xuan and the bride was a woman he had never seen before.
"It happened in 1994..." The other party said slowly.
With his slow tone, in 1994, the story of "The Pillow Man" was like an old black and white movie, playing slowly in front of Papaya.
A story that sends chills down your spine.
A treacherous, evil, cold-hearted man who is ruthless even towards his pillow.
"Your sister is in danger now." The other party finally concluded.
"Dangerous?" Papaya laughed, still doubtful, shrugged her shoulders lightly, "The story you just told was a tragedy caused by a triangular relationship, what does it have to do with my sister? She and Pei Xuan are not like that. It's just a relationship, I just took his money to help him do something."
Wen Yu frowned, just as Papaya said, this incident was very painful for the person involved and the person's relatives and friends, but in the eyes of others, it was a tragedy caused by a triangular relationship, and there are even some People felt that Yan Qing was at fault, and Pei Xuan was the victim.
"That's all, nothing else?" Papaya got up and said, "Then I'll go back first."
Halfway there, someone behind him yelled, "Wait."
He turned his head slowly, and it was not Wen Yu who stopped him, but the little girl who had been quietly sucking tea with a straw.
"Three days later." She held the milk tea cup and looked at him with dark eyes, "Pei Xuan will take your sister to Lian's funeral."
Papaya looked at her inexplicably: "Is it gone?"
"Then." Ning Ning added, "She will come back with overtime pay at night."
Papaya snorted and shook her head: "It sounds like it's true, how do you know what will happen in three days?"
After saying that, he turned and left. Ningning didn't stop him this time, because Papaya is very smart, and smart people are very wary. He believes more in what he sees and what he finds than what he hears from others.
"He doesn't believe me now." Ning Ning thought to himself, "But in three days, he will find out that what I said is true."
But at the same time, there is one more thing she needs to solve.
Ning Ning slowly turned her head and looked at Wen Yu beside her.
Some things can be pushed to the rest of her life, and some things cannot, such as the current situation, how can she explain it
"These are my dreams." Ning Ning took out her excuse to deal with Xu Rong, pretending to be mysterious, "Secretly tell you a secret, I can dream of what will happen in the future..."
In order to prove that she was telling the truth, she began to give examples one by one, predicting who would appear at Lianjia's funeral, and predicting the farce that would appear at Lianjia's funeral. From beginning to end, there was no surprise, no doubt, no impatience on Wen Yu's face, he just looked at her quietly.
Ning Ning could no longer speak, and she asked cautiously, "...Do you not believe me?"
"Ningning." Wen Yu said softly, "I used prophecy as an excuse before."
Ning Ning was stunned.
"At that time, I was still young, got involved in a case, and saw the murderer with my own eyes." Wen Yu patted her head, "I drew the person, but I didn't tell anyone, because I was afraid of his revenge. Second... It's because I'm still young, and I'm afraid adults won't trust me."
His eyes were straight, bright, firm, like a sword that was finally sharpened and polished. It's not scary, because this is a shining sword that was born to protect others.
"I won't believe someone just because he's old, and I won't despise you just because you're a child." Wen Yu looked into Ning Ning's eyes seriously, "Don't be afraid, look into my eyes and tell me, you found out what?"
Ning Ning looked at him hesitantly, hesitating to say anything.
Those secrets that are hidden in her heart, should you… Can you tell them
Three days later, the hospital.
Xu Rong had just passed the dangerous period, lying on the bed with a pale face, unable to move a finger, but after seeing her daughter come in, she still tried her best to open her eyes and looked at the doctor beside her: "I want to talk to her. My daughter speaks alone."
After the doctor left, Xiaoyu walked over with red eyes: "Mom, why did you commit suicide?"
"If I don't do this, Ning Yuren will hate me." Xu Rong smiled weakly, "I will hate you too."
"But you've been looking for it for so long..." Xiaoyu said with tears. "After Ning Ning is found, Aunt Ning will not be angry with you."
Can you really get it back? Thinking of the heavy snow that day, and the little figure she abandoned on the abandoned railway track, Xu Rong hesitated, and finally gritted her teeth and decided to keep this matter in her heart forever and bring it into the coffin!
"Xiaoyu, listen to me." She suddenly grabbed Xiaoyu's hand, her eyes burning brightly, "From today onwards, you have to follow Ning Yuren every day, and Lai has to stay by her side. She scolds you, and you can't retaliate. , she is thirsty and hungry, you have to bring her water to cook, especially when she is sad, you must accompany her..."
"Mom..." Xiaoyu looked at her a little bewildered.
"Human hearts are made of flesh." Xu Rongyu urged earnestly, and then slowly looked behind her, "Okay, you go out, let me have a few words with your Aunt Ning."
Xiaoyu turned her head and saw that the door was open, and Ning Yuren was standing at the door.
When the door closed again, there were only two mothers left inside.
"How did you promise me last time?" Ning Yuren spoke first and asked her with a smile, "The last time?"
"Yuren, I'm sorry for you." Xu Rong struggled twice on the bed, but she didn't get up, she shed tears, "I don't want to explain anything, I don't have the face to see you, if Ning Ning can't come back, my life will be lost. Just pay her, and I will die with her."
Maybe she really should have come out of that small county early and entered the entertainment circle. She cried so weakly, so painfully, so remorseful, without flaws, just like the real thing.
Ning Yuren was silent for a moment, then asked, "What happens to Xiaoyu when you die?"
Xu Rong raised her hand and wiped the tears from her face: "I will pay her to you."
Ning Yuren sneered: "You lost my daughter, and now you want me to raise your daughter?"
"How can I have the face to say such a thing?" Xu Rong twitched herself, then looked at her with tears in her eyes, "You only know how to bury your head in acting, but you don't know how to take care of yourself, and don't let unfamiliar people take care of you, Xiaoyu... You are always familiar with Xiaoyu. She is very capable. She has been doing laundry and cooking with me since she was a child. You... you asked her to replace me... cough, cough... "
She coughed a few times, then suddenly stretched out her hand tremblingly and grabbed Ning Yuren's fingers.
"Also." Xu Rong looked at her, "The jade in her name was taken from your name. I always hoped that she would be like you... not a useless person like me..."
Ning Yuren looked down at her for a while, then suddenly grabbed her fingers and sat down beside her bed.
"Xu Rong." Ning Yuren said slowly, "I had a dream."
Xu Rong was stunned for a while, not understanding why the topic jumped to this.
"I dreamed that I was moved by your words and kept Xiaoyu by my side." Ning Yuren murmured, "I hated her very much at first, and I didn't even want to say a word to her. The flesh grows, one year or two years, three or four years, and after seven or eight years have passed, I have already treated her as a daughter."
Speaking of this, she slowly lowered her head, stared at Xu Rong with dark eyes, and said with a smile, "Until one day, when I was sorting out her old clothes, I found a yellow hat and a red skirt... "
Xu Rong's face stiffened.
The first thought in my mind was: This is impossible.
A moment of hesitation made her lose her hat and red woolen coat when she had no way to go. A moment of greed, she put these two famous brands into her bag and sent them to the country by mail. Friends give it away, and even wear it for a few days, and then pass it on to others as a face value.
Ning Yuren will not find out.
The box has been delivered! Clothes and hats have been given away!
"I asked her where she came from." Ning Yuren smiled, "Xiaoyu told me that seven or eight years ago, when she came back from the performance of "Dream of the Future", she saw you went out. There was a box packed in the room, and she opened it. She looked at the box and saw that it was filled with things to be mailed to your hometown. She picked up a few that she liked and packed the box for you again. Xu Rong, do you know what I was thinking at that time? "
She held Xu Rong's hand tightly, her fingers were so icy and cold, like a dead person who had been dead for a long time, unable to swallow her last breath, she pushed open the lid of the coffin abruptly and crawled out from it.
"That winter seven or eight years ago, Ning Ning wore this dress and hat to go out. But when she was discovered, she didn't wear these." Ning Yuren looked down at Xu Rong, her eyes dark. Yes, even the breath he spit out had a chill, a loneliness of death, "The little one, wearing only a woolen sweater, curled up beside the railroad tracks, and was discovered after the snow melted, Ningning, my Daughter... she froze to death."