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Spring is returning to the capital in April, and the flowers are dotted with green flowers. In the early morning, the sky is as blue as water. It is a rare good weather in the year.

The temperature was slightly lower in the morning, and the cold wind blew in through the car window, causing the drunken man leaning in the back seat to sneeze.

"We're here." The driver pressed the meter and the timer started ticking.

Wen Xiaohui opened his sour eyes and reluctantly climbed out of the back seat: "Well, we're here?"

"We're here." The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, a little impatient. Night shift drivers stayed up all night, and few were in a good mood, let alone driving a drunkard.

A fair and beautiful face was reflected in the rearview mirror. Although her eyelids were swollen and her hair was disheveled, she still had delicate facial features, a pointed and thin chin, and breakable skin. She looked like a boy or a girl.

Wen Xiaohui took a deep breath and asked, "How much is it?"

"46."

Wen Xiaohui's hand holding out the money paused, and his voice rose: "How much?"

"look by youself."

Wen Xiaohui yawned, cleared his throat, and said in a sober voice: "Master, are you kidding me? I might have walked more than you on the road from Sanlitun'er to my house, and there will be no traffic jams.

At this time, 35 is exhausted, where did you come back from after a long trip?"

The driver looked a little guilty: "There was a car accident at Chaoyang Hospital, I took a slight detour..."

"Oh, you've made a slight detour? Let's go to Xiangshan to watch the sunrise. You think I'm drunk, are you confused? Let me tell you, I can't pour a thousand cups.

The clairvoyance is also turned on." Wen Xiaohui took out 35 yuan and threw it on the front seat, "That's it."

The driver quit and said harshly: "That won't work. Why are you giving me these and making this trip in vain?"

"Oh, I can't run away in vain. I drank a lot last night. How about I unload the goods for you in the car?" Wen Xiaohui made a retching gesture.

The driver cursed: "Okay, okay, please leave quickly, I'm in trouble."

Wen Xiaohui rolled his eyes, opened the door and got out of the car. Before closing the window, the driver cursed: "You're a stinky second chair."

Wen Xiaohui turned around suddenly when he heard this: "Fuck you, uncle, who the hell are you scolding..." He flew up and kicked the car door.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and ran away.

Wen Xiaohui kicked the air, and was so angry that he pointed his middle finger in the direction of the taxi, and then sneezed hard. He sniffed and muttered: "Idiot... Tsk, you won't catch a cold."

Not daring to delay, he ran home quickly. If he couldn't sneak home before his mother woke up, he would be doomed.

When he walked downstairs, he saw a woman in a black trench coat from a distance. She was tall and thin, with a graceful figure. Her slender white legs were exposed above a pair of stiletto heels. Her long black hair was casually scattered around her shoulders.

Wearing sunglasses early in the morning, the pair of bright red lips on the snow-white face were very beautiful. He silently rated the appearance of this woman an eight in his heart, but he immediately discovered that something was wrong. Why did this woman look more and more familiar the more he looked at her?

Woolen cloth.

"Xiao Hui." The woman took off her sunglasses after he approached. As expected, she was a very beautiful woman with delicate eyebrows, a straight nose, and a pointed mandible. However, her eyes were swollen like walnuts and she was obviously crying.

I did, and cried quite hard.

Wen Xiaohui's heart skipped a beat, and many complex emotions surged up for a moment, including anger, disgust, and surprise. He didn't expect that Sun Ying would come to him on his own initiative: "You call me by your first name, are you familiar with me, aunt?"

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"Xiao Hui, I don't have time to argue with you." Sun Ying lowered his head, seeming to adjust his emotions.

"What are you doing here? If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. Believe it or not, if I scream, my mother will rush down from upstairs with a broom and beat you."

Sun Ying raised her head, her red eyes made her look pitiful: "Yaya is gone."

Wen Xiaohui was startled and his breathing suddenly stopped. Yaya? Isn't Yaya his sister's name? What do you mean Yaya is gone?

"Xiaohui, Yaya is gone, your sister is gone and committed suicide."

"You..." Wen Xiaohui wanted to say you fart, but the sound was stuck in his throat. For a moment, he felt like the world was spinning and he had difficulty breathing. It seemed like the whole world was turned upside down. He was so dizzy that he almost couldn't stand still.

He looked around.

It was an ordinary and peaceful morning. The old man walking the dog, the old woman buying groceries, the beautiful woman running in the morning, and the children going to school. Every tree and plant in this old community where he had lived for more than ten years was the same as yesterday.

There was no difference. Just like many mornings, he quietly returned home after a night of crazy fun. The only difference was that a woman he didn't want to see was standing here waiting for him, bringing him news that he couldn't accept. This world

What happened? Why did it suddenly change?!

His sister is dead? How is it possible? That woman’s heart is crueler and harder than anyone else. How could she commit suicide?

Sun Ying sniffed and took out a white envelope from the lizard skin birkin: "This is Yaya's suicide note. She said she must give it to you."

Wen Xiaohui trembled all over, opened her hand, and said incoherently: "God, crazy, that woman has nothing to do with our family. Whether she lives or dies is none of my business!" That woman only wanted glory and was shameless.

Just live in his memory, die? Commit suicide? Why! Why tell him, he doesn’t want to know at all!

"Xiaohui, listen to me, you are the only relative that Yaya can trust. She can only entrust you with her posthumous affairs. This is the purpose of my coming to you."

"Posthumous affairs? Haha, I don't want anything except inheritance. I don't want to see you. Get out of here, get out of here!" Wen Xiaohui felt that his heart could no longer bear the load. He had to find a place to hide immediately to save himself from collapse.

Emotion. He ran towards the corridor.

Sun Ying shouted: "There is a legacy!"

Wen Xiaohui didn't stop.

"And the kids!"

Wen Xiaohui's body froze, as if he were stepping on cotton, and his steps became weak.

Child... He heard that Yaya had a child with that man, and he must be quite old. He had never seen the child, and he didn't even know if it was a boy or a girl. For many years, they had tacitly regarded Yaya as Yaya.

Since it didn't exist, he would naturally not mention anything related to her. After his father passed away, he thought that he would never have anything to do with Yaya in his life. He never expected that after four or five years, he would meet again

Getting news of her would be news of her death.

Sun Ying came over and sobbed: "Xiaohui, Yaya made it clear in her suicide note that part of her inheritance is left to you and your aunt. I only hope that you will take care of her child, your nephew."

Wen Xiaohui turned around and looked at her fiercely, his eyes blood red: "Get out."

Sun Ying stuffed the letter into his arms and took two steps back. Her high heels hit the ground, making a heartbreaking sound. She covered her mouth, tears bursting from her eyes, and turned around to run away.

Wen Xiaohui's body stiffened and he watched helplessly as the letter floated to the ground. He stood there as if his legs were stuck.

After a long time, he felt a slight coldness on his face, and when he touched it, it was wet. He was suddenly drained of all his strength, sat down on the ground, and picked up the letter tremblingly.

"Xiaohui, what's wrong with you?" Aunt Wang next door was walking out of the corridor carrying shopping bags.

Wen Xiaohui lowered his head and said in a low voice: "It's okay. I drank too much. Don't tell my mother."

"Oh, you child, you ruined your body when you were young, you will regret it when you are old..." Aunt Wang muttered and walked past him.

Wen Xiaohui's shoulders were shaking and his vision was blurry. He almost climbed up from the ground, grabbed the letter, staggered up the stairs, and rushed home like the wind. He had already forgotten to open the door softly and closed the door behind him.

After that, he ran back to the room and covered himself in the quilt.

Yaya left, committed suicide, committed suicide, committed suicide...

Wen Xiaohui bit her lips and did not dare to make a sound, but her tears had already soaked the sheets in large areas.

"Xiaohui?" Feng Yuehua opened the door: "You bastard, you went out to fool around again, didn't you?"

Wen Xiaohui's head was buzzing, and he only had one thought in his mind: he couldn't tell his mother.

"Why are you covered with a quilt? Your face is disfigured? You haven't taken off your shoes yet, leaving dirty footprints on the floor. Get up and lick the floor clean!" Feng Yuehua came up and was about to lift the quilt.

"Mom." Wen Xiaohui cried in a tearful voice, "Can you please leave me alone and let me stay by myself for a while?"

Feng Yuehua was stunned for a moment, frowned and let go of his hand: "What's wrong with you? Are you crying?"

Wen Xiaohui didn't want to say anything now. He just wanted to hide. He completely retracted his body into the quilt.

Feng Yuehua hesitated for a moment, then finally withdrew and closed the door for him.

Suppressed crying gradually came from the quilt.

Wen Xiaohui didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already noon. The house was very quiet. His mother went to work and didn't come back from work at noon.

He sat up, his mind went blank, and he reacted slowly for a long time before he got his soul back.

He sniffed, his tears were almost gone, and he couldn't cry anymore. He opened the quilt, found the crumpled letter, and tore open the envelope tremblingly.

The letter only had one page. As a suicide note, it was too short:

Xiaohui, I'm sorry, my sister is gone.

I don’t know if I am qualified to be your sister, but in my heart, you have always been my most beloved brother.

After reading these two lines, Wen Xiaohui's eyes became wet again. He wiped away his tears and continued reading:

Don’t delve into the reason why I chose to leave this world, and don’t ask anyone. Promise me, you must promise me. This is for the safety of you and your aunt. From the day I followed that man, I have already expected

It's your end, you don't have to feel sorry for me, I deserve it.

My sister's only concern is my son. He has just turned fifteen and is a very good child. I don't trust him to anyone. Please help me take care of him and protect him until he reaches adulthood.

Give him affection and care. In my inheritance, there is a house and three million for you and your aunt. I know that these things cannot repay the kindness of my uncle and aunt in raising me, so treat them as you taking care of Luo on my behalf.

Yi's reward.

Xiaohui, my sister has been living in pain and guilt these years. At this last moment, I want to tell you that when my uncle was critically ill, I was lying on the hospital bed. I could neither move nor let him go.

I saw my embarrassment before, so I didn't go. I know you have always hated me because of this incident. I don't ask for your forgiveness. I just want you to know how grateful and sorry I am to your whole family.

Please agree to your sister's last request and take care of my son. He is lonelier than me in this world.
Chapter completed!