122: 122 He Qing

122 He Qing

Zhang Lin didn't just feel like she owed me. Perhaps she only understood what her friend meant when she grew up.

I walked towards the entrance of the village with the stuff she had given me.

My footsteps were so fast that I didn't want to stay here any longer.

Grandma passed away a year ago because she couldn't stand the blow...

I didn't know my real parents, but I did n' t forget who my adoptive father was.

Last year, when my grandmother passed away, I just graduated from college.

When he returned to the funeral, he did not enter.

He Huan stopped me outside the door and told me to scram far away, never coming back.

Now that I remembered, tears couldn't stop falling down. I stood by the roadside and could n' t help but squat down.

When the bus arrived, I sniffed and got into the car.

And Zhao Feng was He Qing boyfriend.

He Qing died a year ago. When Grandma heard about his death, she fainted on the spot.

Not even a month after the funeral, Grandmother died...

When I got home, I put down my things and found my old notebook. It recorded the phone numbers of He Huan and foster parents.

Ever since Grandma passed away, I had never seen them again.

Ten years ago, I was still young. At that time, I lived with my adoptive parents, sister and sister.

Living in a small courtyard...

Previously, my memories had been scattered and I had never remembered this.

Later, when I was fourteen years old, my summer vacation was almost over.

My foster mother had only come to pick me up, but that year, her foster mother was also seriously ill. Her sister and sister had gone with her. He went to a hospital outside the city, not for fun.

The reason I was sent to my grandmother's house was because...

That year, I didn't accidentally break into the ancestral hall because that year, the little girl who was truly a sacrifice was me.

My original surname was He, but I changed my surname to Chen!

That money was my life money.

His foster mother and grandmother quarreled not because of me, but because of borrowing money.

Grandma said that she would save some money for my future school.

Now that his memories were back, the facts were in front of him. What he didn't understand when he was young, but now he understood everything...

He clearly remembered the words of his grandmother and foster mother.

"Daughter, this money is enough for you to treat your illness. You can save some for the girl to go to school."

The foster mother said," If it weren't for me, would she have lived until now?" "I'm dying of illness. Qingqing and Huanhuan have to go to school too. Mom, why do n' t you care about your own granddaughter? Why do you always care about an outsider?"

Grandma said that my life money was due to love, not to mention that I didn't owe He Family.

Then, her foster mother angrily shouted at her grandmother and coughed up blood.

Then, night after night, my foster mother left my grandmother's house with the money she had gathered from the countryside.

In the end, the money wasn't used.

That night, she went to the hospital. She didn't even have time for rescue before she passed.

It was only then that I realized that I was not their biological daughter.

After his adoptive mother passed away, his adoptive father supported his family alone.

At that time, the courtyard that he lived in had been demolished.

With that money, my adoptive father bought this house and I moved over.

Later He Qing went to school here and stayed with me.

Until, after I went to college, I had stayed in my dorm for four years and never returned.

He looked at the number on the screen and finally put it down.

I sat down and looked at the red rope on my wrist. I took out a small box from under the bed. It was He Qing relic.

I've always forgotten about this. I took these things myself.

There was also a small note on it that recorded the details of He Qing and Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng and He Qing were college classmates... .

I found Zhao Feng number and dialed it.

Soon, the call was answered and a Zhao Feng voice came. "Miss Chen."

I took a deep breath. I felt uncomfortable hearing him call me that.

"Zhao Feng, whose life knot is that red one?"

Rong Ci said that red was a life knot. If the ghost did not come to look for me, I would also go to look for the ghost.

If not, the red rope would never disappear. It would even take my life.

Zhao Feng listened to my words and fell silent for a moment.

After a while, he heard his voice. "He Qing."

"She's already dead. Why are you still tormenting her?"

Actually, the moment I recovered my memory, I had already thought of it.

But ever since I've been with Rong Ci, I' ve never seen He Qing ghost.

Although He Qing was my sister, our relationship was not intimate. The relationship between He Family and me wasn't very good, except for my maternal grandmother.

My words made Zhao Feng angry. "Chen Xiao, He Qing's not dead! "She only needs twenty years of life. If you lend her, she will be able to survive. You owe her."

"I owe her?"

When I heard this, I suddenly stood up." Zhao Feng, why did you say that I owe her? "It's not me who owes her, it's you and He Huan!" 0

I hung up immediately after saying that. I didn't owe anyone He Family.

He Qing committed suicide. When I got the news, I realized that she had been dead for two days.

He Huan later called me and told me that her sister had died in my house.

At that time, He Huan asked me if I was talking nonsense in front of Zhao Feng...

When I thought of this, I felt uncomfortable.

Rong Ci didn't know when I would be back, but I fell asleep crying on the bed.

Only when I felt a pair of big hands rubbing against the corner of my eye did I open my eyes in a daze.

The best one for me had passed away. The best one for me, I had lost...

Even my foster parents thought that I had told Zhao Feng something because they were about to get married a year ago.

I lay on Rong Ci leg and rubbed Rong Ci long hair with my big hand. I rubbed against his palm.

Rong Ci was right to stop me because I didn't think about these memories.

He slept a lot during the day and woke up in the middle of the night.

Feeling thirsty, he got up and went to the living room to pour some water.

When I arrived at the living room, I saw a woman sitting on a chair. I was stunned for a moment, and the glass in my hand trembled uncontrollably.

I didn't see Rong Ci when I woke up...

I couldn't see clearly what the woman looked like. She had her back facing the window, and I could n' t see clearly.

She held a fruit knife in her hand and cut open her neck.

The blood quickly flowed down and time passed. I was stunned for a while.

Because I knew that this was a ghost, not a human.

The moonlight projected from the window had the shadow of a chair, but not hers.

Blood spread on the floor and even reached my feet.

No...

It wasn't suicide!

The woman didn't move her hands. A hand came out from behind her. She held a knife in her hand and cut her neck.

I slowly walked over to the woman.

When I saw her clearly, I almost blurted out and shouted. "He Qing!"

He Qing raised his head to look at me. His eyes were lifeless as he opened his mouth, but a deep bloody mouth was torn open in his throat.

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