"Your daughter ended her life seven years ago at Hyunying High School."
Su Qian no longer had to block the door. The middle-aged woman's hand holding the doorknob slowly dropped down as if it was limp.
Her expression was frozen to the core of sadness.
"How on earth do you know this?"
"Because I've met your daughter."
Su Qian remembered all the details of the headless female body, "In the same position on her neck, there is a mole-like yours. I think it is inherited from mother to daughter."
The middle-aged woman slumped down beside the door with a plop, holding on to the swaying door panel and suddenly burst into tears, and the sharp cry pierced the air above the corridor.
Su Qian did not step forward to stop her and allowed her to vent her anger.
"Is this the person who hit you with a flower pot?"
Li Sima's voice was everywhere, and Su Qian patiently advised: "Don't be impulsive. I seem to know why she wanted to hit me..."
The middle-aged woman vented her anger and then raised her head. There were still obvious tears on her face, and the corners of her eyes were filled with scarlet. She turned sideways to free up the space at the door.
"come in."
When Su Qian entered, he was restrained by the scene in front of him.
The chaos of this home was an eye-opener for her.
There were bulging plastic bags of rubbish piled next to the door, and a peculiar smell hit our nostrils.
When I got closer, I saw that the sofa was covered with clothes of messy colors. Instant noodle cups could be seen everywhere on the floor below. They were in a mess. A dining table was stained by spilled soup, which was unnaturally thick and mixed with leftover rice. Rice grains, the whole house was filled with a suffocating smell.
The middle-aged woman sat on the sofa with her legs spread motionless without fear of damaging her clothes. She was obviously used to this kind of lifestyle.
"sit down."
Her lazy voice was laced with carelessness.
Su Qian took a step back politely: "I'll just stand."
"It's true that I smashed the flowerpot."
The middle-aged woman took out a lighter from nowhere, along with an unsealed cigarette case.
She lit a cigarette, the smoke went straight up, put it into her mouth in front of Su Qian, and gently bit the end of the cigarette. The thick smoke was rendered, blurring her outline, and her eyes were a little blurry.
"My daughter passed away seven years ago. I stand on the balcony every day and I can no longer see her coming home from school..."
Affected by the smell of cigarette smoke, her voice was hoarse, "When I saw you passing by, I thought of my daughter. She was about the same age as you seven years ago... I can't understand. Why did my daughter die at this age, while other people's daughters are still alive and well at this age?"
The middle-aged woman blew out a smoke ring and held the cigarette between her fingers, with a section of the cigarette burned at the end.
Su Qian's body trembled due to the smell of smoke, but she did not flinch and took a tentative step forward against the smoke. As a result, she was choked and coughed continuously.
While relieving the cough, Su Qian did not forget to control the body and did not let Li Sima take the opportunity to switch over.
His impulsiveness may hurt the middle-aged woman, so she cannot follow him.
"You are really like my daughter. She can't even smell the smell of cigarette smoke."
The middle-aged woman put out the cigarette and said, "I saw you on the balcony who looked so much like her. It was very unpleasant to me. Why are you still alive after she died... When I came to my senses, next to me The flowerpot has long since disappeared."
Su Qian did not delve into the matter of smashing the flowerpot: "You must love your daughter very much."
The middle-aged woman raised her head on the sofa and held back her tears silently.
She loved her daughter very much and missed her daughter very much.
Su Qian suddenly remembered the business: "Auntie, can you tell me your daughter's name?"
"Cai Liwen."
The middle-aged woman said word by word, "Her name is Cai Liwen, and she is a very good daughter."
His brows gradually relaxed, and a bright light suddenly appeared in Su Qian's eyes.
found it.
She found the name of the headless female body.
"Auntie, do you have any sewing at home?"
"Why do you ask this..."
"I'll take you to your daughter. Although you can't see her, she can see you."
She ignored the middle-aged woman's gradually shocked eyes and said frankly.
"You can listen to your daughter's voice one more time."