Chapter 1

When Jing Chu received a phone call from her mother, she just wrote a report on the case. After a few days of continuous nights, the members of the team went home and went to the office. Only the Jing Chu was left in the office of the Interpol Brigade.

"The girl is only seventeen years old this year. She has become an orphan before she is an adult," his mother sighed again and again. "It's just in a city with you. If you don't want to come back, take care of her."

Jing Chu has nothing to do with this, but since it is the daughter of his mother, he does not mind looking after one or two: "Oh, you give me the address."

"Do more help, the little girl has no mother, don't know how to be bullied. If the family is difficult, you can help." His mother is so embarrassed, "And, don't scare people."

Jing Chu pinched his nose and laughed and said, "I know." He is not a big three, and he doesn't know why the girls in the team saw him tremble. It was a big fuss.

Due to the mother's entrustment, after writing the closing report, Jing Chu visited the girl who had recently become an orphan according to the address. She lives in the old city of the city.

Nancheng is a metropolis that is also famous in the world. In recent years, its development speed is almost like a rocket. Many places have been demolished and rebuilt. However, in a place on the east side, it seems that it has been used by time to cast magic and slow down development. The footsteps still retain the temperament of a hundred years ago.

However, the old city area will inevitably have a situation of planning chaos, poor environment, and poor traffic. Jingchu's car will not open when it opens to the intersection. He thinks about it, stops by the side of the car, and takes the address to find a place.

The other party lived in a very old neighborhood. The cats and dogs were rampant, and they pissed around. Everyone walked in the middle of the road like a grandfather. A huskies saw Jingchu and sighed at him. Don't mention more. It is.

Jingchu rarely came to this area, followed the address into the corridor, the light inside was very dark, he went to the sixth floor, is also the tallest building, knocked on the door.

The door inside was opened. Through the old-fashioned security door, he saw a pretty face. It was the kind of beauty that looked like a breath to breathe.

"Come in." She opened the security door and let him in.

Jing Chu stood outside the door and did not move: "You still don't know who I am." He twisted his eyebrows slightly, apparently dissatisfied with her lack of vigilance.

"You are the police." The girl wiped the floor with a broom and a broom. "I saw your photo in the newspaper."

It turned out to be the case. Jing Chu loosened his brow and looked at the sturdy environment. It was only about 50 to 60 square meters. The table in the living room was placed with urns and spirits, photos, small bedrooms, small kitchens, small bathrooms, but The cleaning is very clean.

He stood there one meter and eight, and seemed to feel small everywhere: "You are Yang Mianmian."

"Yeah." She looked up and said, "Is there anything?"

She is only one meter six, she is small, wearing a t-shirt and cropped trousers, combing a ponytail, it is so beautiful, that face makes people feel dangerous for her.

When Jing Chu thought about it, he first introduced himself: "I am Jing Chu. My mother used to be a classmate with your mother, so let me see if I can help."

She looked up and glanced at him: "There is nothing to help."

"There are some, the toilet is broken, the old dripping, you haven't fixed it all the time." There was a voice whispering to her.

Yang Mianmian lost a white eye. The other party did not take it seriously and continued to propose: "There is also a TV set that is broken, the screen is old, and you didn't say when to fix it."

Yang Mianmian simply wants to turn two white eyes. The old-fashioned TV set is so heavy. It's good to hold it out and hold it again.

"Mianmian dripping is so uncomfortable."

"Jingchu people are very good, cold-hearted, he will not refuse." There is a strange voice to join, sweet and soft.

Ok. Yang Mianmian supported the broom in one hand and asked seriously: "There is one thing."

Jing Chu washes ears.

"My toilet is broken, old dripping, can I repair it for me?"

Three minutes later, Jing Chu took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and helped her to build a flush toilet. Yang Mianmian stood next to him and handed him tools. He asked, "Have your father died, don't you feel sad?"

"Not sad," she said quietly. "People will always die."

Jing Chu can see that she is not lying, but she is so indifferent, and it is inevitable that he will look at him with great care. There is no sadness or pain in her eyes. It is not as calm as her own relatives: "Okay."

"There is also my TV set." She was really rude, saying that it was really awkward to help.

Jingchu repaired the toilet and the TV for her, and sneered and asked: "Is there anything else to help?"

She seriously thought about it and replied: "No, thank you."

"Then I am gone." Jing Chu picked up his jacket and thought about it or said, "I will give you a mobile phone number. I can call me if I have something. The girl must be careful at home. Don't open the door casually."

Yang Mianmian is so beautiful, the old city is in chaos and chaos, Jingchu occupational disease episodes, more than two sentences, by the way, asked her to ask for a mobile phone.

She is quite awkward: "What?"

"You don't have a mobile phone?"

"No." She found the note book and asked him to leave his name and phone number.

When he walked out of the door, Jing Chu couldn't help but wonder if he was old. He couldn't understand what the current little girl was thinking, or did Yang Mianmian's name sound soft, actually a rebellious girl?

I didn't know that Yang Mianmian, who was remembered by Jing Chu, threw the broom and went to the kitchen to pick up the water. She did not unscrew the faucet. The water slammed down from the water pipe, just put it in the kettle and stopped it. She put the electric heat on. The kettle is plugged in and continues to sweep the floor.

"Are you, are you not happy?" The toilet flushed and rushed over the water. I was a little worried. "I don't leak water."

Yang Mianmian didn't lift his eyelids: "Don't flush, the water is expensive, my dad is dead, there is no support."

Flush toilet Sorry for the cotton!"

"It's cotton, if you don't have money, sell me." The old TV set tried to comfort her. "There are people collecting garbage every day downstairs. I should be able to sell hundreds of dollars."

Yang Mian smashed his forehead: "I won't sell you, you're fine, let's watch the TV series."

The TV set slammed open, and automatically jumped a few sets, and put the most popular palace drama, Yang Mianmian actually did not have any thoughts, continue to sweep the floor.

It's hard to clean up, and the refrigerator says, "You don't have anything to eat, go to the supermarket and buy some."

She opened the refrigerator door, and there were only a few scattered eggs and milk inside: "Call out, I don't want to cook."

Dinner is the fried rice noodle at the entrance of the community. It is salty and unpalatable. Yang Mian cotton pokes the rice noodles in the plastic lunch box: "Can't eat, how is it so delicious today?"

The white foam lunch box whispered: "The boss raised a small three outside. The boss knew that she was upset. Today she had a fight with the boss and overturned the salt shaker."

Yang Mianmian remembered the fat and fat boss in the store. "Do such people have a small three?"

"Isn't it." The lunchbox sighed and was a little sentimental. "For more than 20 years, the children have been in elementary school, and this is the case."

Yang Mianmiao shook his head and packed up the lunch box. It took care of her: "Put me into the trash, don't throw it outside. If you can, don't fold me, I will hurt."

"Know it." Yang Mian Mian tied the lunch box neatly with a plastic bag and tied a bow.

The lunch box is a little happy: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The plastic lunch box has a long life and will be used as landfill after being used up, ending this short life.

Everything in the world has a cycle of life and death. The life of many things is much shorter than people. It is like a lunch box. Every day, countless white foam lunch boxes are born. There are also countless used lunch boxes. The lunch box she used today is more lively and willing to say. A few words, but there is also a lunch box that is quiet and dead, and has never said a word in his life.

In the eyes of Yang Mianmian, I have to go through many times of separation every day. Today I have said a few words with the lunch box. I will never meet again in the future. This kind of life and death experience is more, how can I expect that she will never see a A few fathers died and were sad.

After dinner, the streetlights on the window lit up. Yang Mianmian sat at the desk and wrote homework. The desk lamp, which was a little old, tried to make her light brighter, so that her eyes would not be too burdensome.

Everyone quietly did not bother her to write homework.

"Mianmian." Eraser whispered to her.

Yang Mianmian looked up from the vast problem of the smoke: "What is it?" It's too big, I'm too young to be with you." The original white rubber was only a little bit left, and it was already very hard to wipe.

Yang Mianmian put down the pen and took it to his hand: "It's only a little bit."

"Yeah." It licked her finger. "Put me with everyone, sorry, I can't stay with you anymore."

"It's ok."

Yang Mianmian opened the drawer, inside is a neatly placed tin pencil case, she put the piece of rubber into the outermost pencil case, inside is a neatly packed rubber, pencil head, empty correction fluid box .

"Goodbye."

She said to Eraser that the white big rubber tried to squeeze out a smile: "Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

It is another time. No one spoke, no one cried, and the room was very quiet, as if everyone was quietly saying goodbye to an old friend.

They are indeed not sad, because for an eraser, it has been fulfilling its responsibilities well, it is gloriously retired, this is a happy thing.

For them, the eraser can be used up, the pencil can be written with only a short cut, and the correction fluid uses all the strength to modify the last word. The destination is proud.

Such death is a sacred thing.

Yang Mianmian opened the laptop and logged into the account. The mug at her hand had been with her for more than a year. She was lively. It broke the silence in the room and curiously asked, "What are you doing?"

"Make money." Yang Mian Mian took up the cup and drank her mouth. "My dad's money is all for the woman. She will definitely not give it to me. From today, we have to make money ourselves."

The mug seems to understand and nod. "Oh." Unclear, stocks, what seems to be very powerful.