235: Chapter 235 was still there

Chapter 235 was still there

Hearing the driver's words, I felt that this was really strange. Why did he have to sit all day, rain or shine? On the surface, there seemed to be nothing wrong. However, I felt like he was preoccupied. 1

After sitting for so long, didn't she feel bored? Even though it was Song Xiaoji dead place, she still sat there every day at this time. Her actions made me feel very strange.

There must be some unknown secret there, I guessed. This secret was definitely very important to Lady Song. She might not want others to know about her secret. I really want to know.

But what kind of secret was it? It was scary, but it was also scary...

I didn' t know and was very curious. I decided to find out what was going on. What made her sit here every day? And it was this time every day.

Looking out of the window, I thought of Yang Miao and Wang Qiang, as well as the tragic story of Xijiu... I was at the scene when they died. I saw them leave one by one, but I had no choice. Although they were not related to me by blood and hadn't known each other for a long time, the story and spirit in their bodies made me feel moved...

It wasn't that I did n' t listen to Rong Ci. I felt that these people needed my help. Since they needed my help, I should do my best to help them. Helping others was also a good thing. Although this might make Rong Ci unhappy.

I watched the scenery outside the car window running backwards. I could still see the scenery outside.

I suddenly remembered that I could go to Lady Song's house and ask her what he had to do. After knowing what she was up to, I could also help her. Perhaps she wouldn't sit here every day after I helped him solve this problem.

"Master, can you tell me where Lady Song's home is?" I thought about my tone and was afraid that if the driver didn't tell me her address, I would n' t be able to go to Lady Song's house. I would n' t be able to help her.

The driver was silent for a while, but he did not answer me. I really wanted him to tell me. Because I really hope I can help Aunt Song. I looked at the driver with anticipation

"Coincidentally, the car will pass by in a while. When it arrives, I'll tell you that you can get out of the car and find his home." The driver said with a smile, his tone very kind.

"That's true. Thank you." I replied politely. When I heard the driver reply, I was very happy. He felt that this driver was really a good person.

"Nothing." "It's just a little effort. Do n' t thank me." The driver looked at me through the reversing mirror, his eyes still full of smiles.

I felt that there was still a lot of goodwill in this world, just waiting for us to dig. I stared blankly at the rapidly flashing scenery outside the window. Thinking that she would be able to go to Aunt Song's house soon, she felt a little excited.

The car kept driving forward. I thought, what made a person wait, rain or shine, to protect him. Perhaps it was a sincere love!

Everyone in the car whispered to the people around them. Everyone had their own thoughts. Perhaps he was talking about something funny. It could also be something sad.

Just like I was thinking about this boy and Lady Song. At this time, Lady Song should be home. As long as she was at home, I would be able to help her if I asked Aunt Song what had happened.

In a daze, I thought of Rong Ci. I lowered my eyes and brushed my stomach. There was still a little life between us.

After a while, the car suddenly stopped. The driver pointed at the intersection and told me," Lady Song's home is just going south at the intersection. It's the same family." "You can find him from here."

Before I got out of the car, I thanked the driver and happily walked towards Aunt Song's house. She felt a little excited and couldn't wait to see Aunt Song.

This was a muddy road. The road was a little uneven. As they walked, the stones made a rustling sound under their feet. The roadside was covered with weeds. From time to time, they could hear the sounds of insects. I opened a few scattered flowers from the side.

It was as if a monster would suddenly rush out from the grass, causing one's heart to palpitate.

When I arrived at the place the driver said, I only felt a trace of desolation. The place was extremely quiet except for the sounds of insects. I felt that this place was a little strange, making me feel a little scared. But in order to find Aunt Song, I mustered my courage. There was nothing to be afraid of.

After walking for a while, I arrived at Lady Song's house. She found that her home had a Xiao Hua garden, but the garden was full of weeds and no flowers. Flowers were also wild.

I came to the front of the house and found that the house wasn't big. It looked rather shabby. The door bolts on the door were rusted, and there were weeds beside the house adding to the desolation...

I looked at the house and didn't feel like someone was living there. Looking at the shabby house made one's hair stand on end.

When I walked into the door, I turned around and saw a child squatting at the door. I was shocked. After calming down, he realized that the child was a boy. He held a rubber ball in his hand.

I carefully observed and found that his hair was a little long and tall, and his eyebrows were bright and beautiful. At his age, he should be considered pretty.

The boy was patting the ball himself. "Little Piqiu, Little Piqiu." The round little rubber ball ……"

I looked at him and realized that he was Song Xiaoji, Lady Song's grandson. She looked really good-looking, I thought.

The boy who was playing with the ball suddenly raised his head and saw me staring blankly at the door.

The moment our eyes met, I saw the surprise in the boy's eyes. I looked at her and smiled happily.

I thought that at his age, he should have played freely in the sun, but now he had become a ghost. I looked at him and felt that he was cute. At the same time, I felt very regretful.

Suddenly, he ran to me excitedly, pulled my clothes and asked," Sister, sister, where is my head?"

I was startled and looked into the boy's eyes. His eyes were watery and pretty.

He saw me in a daze and asked," Sister, where is my head?" "Why don't you answer me?"

"Your head is on your own neck!" I looked at him with a smile.

"You've always had a head. I saw it!" As he spoke, his heart felt a bit uncomfortable. He felt a little distressed for the boy's fate. He really felt a little pitiful.

He was very happy to hear my words and ran away happily with the ball he had just played with.

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