Chapter 52 Chapter Six

In late autumn, the courtyard on Anxi Road was full of fallen leaves, and Ms. Cao rarely forgot to water the plants in the pots. Sixteen-year-old Si Wang came by appointment and brought some food that the elderly could eat.Over the past few months, the old lady and the boy have become close friends, and they meet almost every weekend. The last time she asked bluntly, "Are you the same person as her?" She never called Yin Yu's name, and he suspected that the "she" Miss Cao said was actually "he". "Oh?" "In your previous life, who were you?"

"I'm just an ordinary person who died at the age of twenty-five. I'm not as vigorous as her, so I envy her very much, and I envy you even more—Miss Cao." "Twenty-five years old?" The wrinkled lips trembled a little, and the old man waved, "Son, come to me." As if he was the great-grandson of the old lady, Si Wang nestled in her arms, listening to her slow and heavy heartbeat. "I was married, but never had a child. During the Anti-Japanese War, I had a miscarriage because of fleeing from homeless people." She gently stroked his hair, "I really want to have a child, but I can't. My husband later went to In Taiwan, he became a big man, got married and had children there. In the 1980s, he met me once when he returned to the mainland, but he never contacted me again. Later, I read the news of his death in the newspaper. I saw too much with my own eyes. If you kill and be killed too much, you will never be able to repay your hatred, understand?"

"But……" "The son said on the river, the dead are like husbands, and they will never give up day and night!" The old lady only said one sentence, then closed her eyes and fell asleep. At this moment, Si Wang walked into Ms. Cao's study room and found that her complexion was very bad, she was slumped on the recliner weakly, and the age spots on her face were more obvious. She stretched out her dry, bone-like hand, and squeezed out a few words from her throat: "She...she...is...dead..." "Who? No, she is fine in Hong Kong, don't think about it!"

"You're lying to me." "No, I'm still emailing her." "Last night, I dreamed of her." Another dream?Could it be that Yin Yu really died in Hong Kong? Ms. Cao continued to say sadly: "She told me——she died." Two lines of hot tears streamed down her face, Si Wang hurriedly found a handkerchief, but couldn't finish wiping it off, watching her tear up and down. "once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking." The old lady read these two sentences aloud with difficulty, as if she was taking her last breath in her life.

The young man silently read the next two sentences: "Take Hua Cong and look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be king." A week later, when he came to visit Ms. Cao on Anxi Road, he found that the gate was locked, and the yard was full of fallen leaves through the crack of the door.He asked his neighbors to find out that the old lady had died seven days ago, the night after he left. Si Wang knelt under the steps and kowtowed three times. With tears streaming down his face, he pedaled his bicycle and came to the other side of Anxi Road, the three-story old house——in the 1980s, a mysterious old man lived here and experienced the magnificent twenties. century.

A few days ago, he asked police officer Ye Xiao to investigate the real identity of the old man who lived in this house back then. "China's last trust group. Ye Xiao was paying attention to the subtle changes in Si Wang's expression, "What are you asking him for?" " "Only he saw the statement when he was a teenager." "But he died in 1992 at the age of 92." "I know, he's my only friend."