MTL - If You Are a Dodder Flower-Chapter 5

Xia Roo returned to the room and sat down at the bed and stayed.

She was born again for only three days. When I opened my eyes, I thought I was dreaming. When I returned to my dream, I went back to live in the duplex apartment. When she moved back, she re-decorated it once, which was different from the previous one.

She wandered around in the apartment, watching the details that were so familiar and long forgotten. And when I went down the stairs to see the portraits in the living room, I was still wondering. How could I dream of the moment when my mother died? Isn’t this a dream, because she is also dead, so she came here from the soul?

Later, the doorbell awakened her, and Zhou accompanied her lawyer to let her sign.

In addition to this apartment, there are two bases in the name of Cheng Yu, who are renting and earning a lot of money. By relying on rent alone, she can live a much more comfortable life than many ordinary people.

These are of course Cao Xiong to her.

Cao Xiong said that she would take care of her and she really took care of her well.

These, after the death of Cheng Yu, were inherited by Xia Rou.

Xiarou’s, mechanically, according to the instructions of the lawyer, signed several documents, and it became more and more uncomfortable.

The details are too informative!

The real dreams should be vague, jumping, and incoherent. Can this dream! The house number of all the properties on the contract is clear.

Xia Rou has always been a man with a poor mind. The two bottom businessmen, because they have never been worried about her, so she just knows the approximate location, but she can't remember the specific house number. She looked at the clear address of the house in the contract, pinched the pen, and finally looked up.

"Zhou Shu...I am, is this a dream?" she asked uncertainly.

The girl who lost her only loved one, pale, and suddenly asked such a strange question. Looking at the old week, I am a little pity.

Lao Zhou is the driver of Cao Xiong. For people like Cao Xiong, wherever the driver and the guards are, they follow suit, whether it is a business or a private matter. So Lao Zhou, I have known Xia Rou for a long time. It can even be said that it was watching Xiarou grow up.

He sighed and comforted her and said, "Don't worry, there are heads. It won't leave you alone."

The lawyer is also his own, and he does not evade. He said: "I would like to tell you that the head of the arrangement will let you go to his house to live and take care of you later. So, you don't have to worry."

Xia soft pinched the pen and stared at him.

In the eyes of two men, it was the girl who suffered too much in the past two days and could not digest the news just now. They yelled at her and told her to sign the documents, and relieved.

Before the old week, I repeatedly yelled at her: "You have a good rest. I will come over and help you pack things together tomorrow. I will pack up the things I have with me. Others... I will slowly deal with them later."

After the old week was gone, Xia Roo stood at the door and stared at the door and looked at it for a long while, and turned to the kitchen. She pulled out a fruit knife and stared at the palm of her left hand, slowly...scratched!

pain!

Only after piercing a small mouth, there are bright red blood beads oozing out, and the sharp pain is clear.

The fruit knife slammed down the floor, and Xiarou stared at his palm, confirming that he was not dreaming.

It is a rebirth.

Xia Rou turned backwards, fell on a soft bed, and looked at the ceiling.

Why, a stupid person like her is actually... can you get the favor of heaven, and have a chance to come back again?

She thought for a long time and couldn't think of an answer. I only feel that my brain hurts.

Sighed, climbed up, and pulled out the money bought on the way to Cao’s home. Today is the first seven of Cheng Yu, she should give her some money.

On the road, the old Zhou said: "Today is your mother's first seven?" She remembered this matter, so she called the old week to stop, and got off the car and bought some incense paper money.

She can't remember the way of the last life. Did she say this sentence in the old week, but she remembered that at that time, she was beaten by the mother's death, and she did not know that the first seven would still burn paper for her mother.

She turned over and found that she did not buy a lighter. After thinking about it, I knocked on Fang Fang’s door.

Fang Hao learned of her intentions, looked at her, took her to the kitchen, and found out an igniter for her. Going elsewhere to find a washbasin for her.

"Burn it in the pot, clean it up," she said.

She took her to the courtyard to find a corner, and folded the branches and taught her to circle: "The circle is to be closed, so that the things burned will fall into the hands of the family."

In fact, Xia Rou knows, but she really feels the goodwill of Fang Wei, or sincerely said "thank you."

Under the dim light of the courtyard, the thin girl squatted on the floor and burned the paper to the deceased mother... The picture looked desolate.

Fang Yi did not leave, sighed and kneel down to help her burn together.

Xia Rou glanced at her in the night and found that her face looked soft and there was no serious indifference in her memory.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the orange flame, thinking, why is this? Why is it that her attitude is very different?

Is it because she is different? Because she has no grievances, no self-pity, no thorns, so others treat her, it is totally different.

"You have been living with your mother, is your father dead?" Fang Yan burned the paper while he had a ride.

"No..." Xiarou's face was reflected in the fire, and it looked less pale, with some popularity. "My father divorced my mother and got married with someone else."

Fang Wei was silent for a while before asking: "Is there any contact?"

Xiarou shook his head: "No. I was only seven years old when he left, but I have never seen it before."

Fang Hao sighed, no longer talking, silently adding paper to the fire.

When the paper money was burning, she suddenly said, "Don't be afraid, the head will say that he will take care of you. The head of the head has always been talking. When he said that he is no longer embarrassed, he really didn't swear."

She said, shaking her head.

She has a slight disappointment with Xia Rou's identity, indeed because she is a mistress's child. She has been favored by Mrs. Cao, and naturally there will be some slight resistance to the summer softness. But she is now thinking about it. When Cheng Yu followed Cao Xiong, Mrs. Cao died seven or eight years. Although Cheng Yu has no name, it is not the third party to intervene in other people's marriage.

Looking at Xia Roo's quiet and weak appearance, her slight resistance also dissipated, and the heart could not help but pity this child who had no mother.

As soon as I looked up, I couldn’t help but look awkward.

The child's black eyes penetrated the orange fire and the deformed airflow, and she was looking at her.

The eyes, in terms of her age, are too quiet.

I was thinking like this, I heard Xia Rou say, "Well, I know."

Xia Rou is very aware of the words of the Cao family.

The two people stopped talking, and when the paper money burned out, there was no open fire. Fang Fang unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and poured out the Mars in the pot.

"Don't move, it's too hot. Wait for the cool down and then clean up." She said, trying to stand up, but shook her body.

Xia soft helped her.

She sighed and sighed: "Old, the waist will not work. Hey, blink of an eye, for so many years..."

"You go back first." Xia Rou said, "I will clean up myself, I know where to go..."

Fang Wei looked at the pot and decided that there would be no more Mars. He said, "That's good, don't burn it." I went back with my waist.

Xia Rou sat on the ground, licking his numb legs, waiting for the washbasin to cool down.

Raised his head subconsciously and glanced at the main building. In front of a window on the third floor, there is a personal shadow, a little orange, when it is hidden.

Big brother, smoke by the window, she thought.

Because that room is Cao Yang's bedroom, just above her bedroom.

He stood by the window, as if he had been watching her, and he didn't know if it was. The lights in the courtyard are soft and dark, and you can only see the blurred figures. Can you see her?

She squinted and looked at him for a while, and it looked like a black silhouette, and she regained her gaze.

This courtyard is not much different from her memory, except that the trees are thicker and taller in memory. Open the canopy in summer, like a big green umbrella. The sun shone down, and she sat on a wooden chair under the canopy to read books, which was more comfortable than blowing air conditioners in the house.

Now think about it, in the years when she was a student, she actually didn't have to worry about anything, and she could live without worry.

She is always troubled by her identity.

"The daughter of the mistress," like a spell, like a big net, tightly tied her...

Cao Yang smoked a cigarette at the window and saw Xia Rou coming out to burn paper. He only remembered that today is the first seven of Cheng Yu.

A sensible child, he thought. Also know to burn paper. Other children like her, probably encountered such a situation, there is no mention of the elders, probably do not know what to do.

Fang Yi went back, and the child was sitting under the tree in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. He kept looking at her until she seemed to be in a daze, and she stood up and walked away with the burning pot.

Just after he had smoked a cigarette, he turned and smashed it in the ashtray.

Later, when he saw the light from the window swaying, he went downstairs. In the living room on the first floor, there was no light, only a little orange fire was extinguished.

The first thing to come back is Cao Xiong.

"Dad." He walked over.

His voice seemed to tear the darkness and let Cao Xiong return to reality from his memories.

"Not sleeping yet?" he said.

"It's still early." Cao Yang said. He opened a table next to the sofa.

Although soft, the sudden illumination also made Cao Xiong slightly narrow his eyes.

"Is she here?" he asked.

Cao Yang knew that he was asking Xia Rou and replied: "It’s coming at night, dinner with me."

"Are you ok?"

"Looking at it, I cried a little, maybe it’s still sad. I’ll be fine. In the evening, she still burned paper for Cheng Hao.” He thought, adding, “It’s quite sensible, quiet.”

Cao Xiong did not speak again, quietly smoking.

After a while, he seemed to be tired and annihilated the smoke.

"Give it to you," he said. "Take care of her. Just when you have a younger sister."

The wife died young, and the eldest son stood up early, not only can take care of himself, but also take care of his younger brothers. Therefore, he assuredly handed Xiarou to him.

She is a child of Cheng Yu, and she is the last concern of Cheng Yu. He has a heart for her.

But the child is not close to him, always hiding from him.

He can't help it either.