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Chapter 373 She Just Feels Lonely

In May, Bencheng is already very hot.

But Zhang Zijun felt cold, especially on the mountain, when a gust of mountain wind came out, she shivered from the cold.

In front of him was the newly engraved tombstone, and the photo of his mother Shao Meizhen was still smiling brightly, as if she had never been far away.

In my brain, what echoed were the words of the police who dealt with the traffic accident: Your father is fully responsible for driving without a license and mistakenly using the gas pedal as the brake. It is lucky that the other three cars are willing to accept compensation. If you wake up, you will face prison!

Yes, the whole traffic accident seemed to be the father's responsibility, but the question is, how did that long container truck drive onto the path next to her community?

That trail is extremely small, and there is a school opposite her community, and this trail is so small that only one car can drive on one side, so there is no fence in the middle of this trail, only two double yellow lines are drawn.

Since she was a child, she has almost never seen a truck driving on this trail. Even if a truck passes by occasionally, it is the lightest truck for people. Usually, someone in the community bought furniture and appliances.

And the long container truck that my father hit this time has almost never been there. After all, this is not the main road, and the passing container trucks don't need to drive here.

To this question, the policeman answered this way: Then the main road in front was probably congested, and the container truck was in a hurry to make a detour, so it drove onto this fork road.

Traffic jam on the main road?Since there is a traffic jam on the main road, why is there only this one container truck on this side road?Don't the other trucks make a detour?

Let alone other trucks, there are very few other cars on this road!

Zijun has also seen traffic jams on the main road before. At that time, there were not fewer cars on the side road, and they usually came one after another.

But even so, there is no shadow of the container trucks, because there are many trees on both sides of this road, and the container trucks are too high, and some of them cannot pass at all.

For this question, the police were too lazy to answer, and only said that they were responsible for handling the traffic accident. As for why the container truck drove on this road, the driver of the container truck also died because the rescue failed, and no one could answer for him.

"Sister, let's go back," my cousin Shao Zhichao called her softly, pulling Zijun back from his contemplation.

My mother passed away, my uncle and cousin rushed over, but my aunt stayed at home to take care of my grandmother. Until now, the news of my mother's death has not been dared to let the elderly grandmother know.

My uncle is an honest craftsman, and earns his living as a mason in the place of Xishui. He is not good at words, and the words he comforts Zijun over and over again are those few words: Juner, you have to hold on. If you have difficulties, you can tell uncle. As long as there is uncle One mouthful of food, one mouthful of food for you.

But her cousin Shao Zhichao said to her: "Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here. I'll be admitted to Bencheng University soon, and I'll be your companion when the time comes."

She nodded with tears in her eyes, she was not afraid, she just felt lonely!

The mother is gone, and the father is always bedridden. Now she is too afraid to go back to the house where she lived with her parents for more than ten years.

Back home, the empty three bedrooms and two halls are filled with the voices and smiles of her parents. Whenever she rushes forward, she always rushes to nothing. There is nothing, only the cold walls and the tears that make people want to cry. Air.

Senior brother Wang Bingrui and senior sister Gao Sihan both said that she couldn't continue to live in this house, because she was thinking too much about others, and she would become depressed if she continued like this.

So, the two of them helped her rent a small apartment with one bedroom and one living room not far from the hospital where Zhang Tianzhu was hospitalized, so that she could take care of her father conveniently while staying away from the house.

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Tong Zhenyu almost drove to the community where Zhang's family lived before at the fastest speed.

He parked the car downstairs, lying on the steering wheel, and it took him a while to calm down his ups and downs, then opened the door and got out of the car.

Even in the afternoon, the corridors of the old community were a bit dark, so he walked up with heavy steps.

The fifth floor is neither high nor low, but it took him nearly 10 minutes to get there. When standing at the door of Zijun’s house, when he looked at the black couplets with black characters on a white background hanging on the door frame, his whole body was almost asphyxia.

After hearing what Sun Xing said, he still couldn't believe it. On the way to drive, he kept telling himself that it was a lie, it must be a lie. Sun Xing was joking with himself and said it on purpose. Scared him.

However, at this moment, facing the black gauze above the door frame, facing the white flowers pasted on the door, and facing the elegiac couplets written in black and white on both sides of the door frame: Remember the warmth of three winters when you are alive, and think about the coldness of June after death.

Tong Zhenyu didn't know how long he had been standing, until his legs and feet were almost numb, so he mustered up the courage to raise his hand to knock on the door.

But there was no response after knocking for a long time, so he couldn't help but get anxious, and raised his voice and shouted: "Zijun, open the door, Zhang Zijun, open the door!"

Tong Zhenyu didn't knock on the door of Zhang's house, but knocked on the door of the next room.

The door of the neighbor's house was opened, and an aunt in her 50s walked out. Seeing Tong Zhenyu frowning, she said, "Why are you?"

Tong Zhenyu was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly took two steps forward, and said politely, "Auntie, may I ask... do you know that Zijun is at home right now?"

The neighbor's aunt obviously didn't like him at all, she just said coldly: "I moved out, I moved out yesterday, and she didn't see you when something happened to her house, and now that everything is over, you came here pretending to be."

"That's right," the aunt who happened to go upstairs happened to hear what this aunt said, and took up the words: "Even if I divorced Zijun, it was after all an accident at the ex-wife's house. How can you be so indifferent to the point of ignoring it?"

"Rich people are like this. They are so indifferent!" The aunt next door replied, and then walked into the room, closing the door with a bang.

And another aunt also stepped upstairs, leaving Tong Zhenyu with a cold back.

Tong Zhenyu stood there, and after a long while, he cheekily knocked on the door of the aunt next door. He couldn't be more nice and asked, "Auntie, may I ask, do you know where Zhang Zijun moved to?"

"I don't know!" Auntie replied coldly, and then closed the door with a bang.

Tong Zhenyu touched the dust on his nose, stared fiercely at the closed door, turned his head, looked at the door with black gauze and white flowers, his anger disappeared in an instant.

Zhang Zijun's mother passed away, and her father was seriously injured in the hospital, and she just came back from abroad, and she will be alone in Bincheng, how will she live?

And he, is there any chance to get closer to her, even a little?