The hawker was sharpening this strange-shaped knife, the cold light of the blade made people shudder.
"Can you sell me this knife?"
That voice was not made by her. It was a soul in the subconscious that was making the decision. It had completely controlled all her thoughts and had nothing to do with her, Qiao Xiaomai.
The hawker was a little surprised: "Miss, this belongs to someone else, I can't sell it..."
"I'll give you a thousand yuan, will you sell it?"
Ten red bills were counted out and she shook them inadvertently.
"This is just an old knife...it's worth a few dollars at most..."
"As long as you are willing to sell it to me, I will give you this thousand yuan."
The hawker's eyes flashed with joy, and he said in a panic: "Buy, sell, sell...Miss, take it...at worst, I will give a hundred to the owner of the knife..."
The knife is so sharp.
It's a little narrower and longer than an ordinary kitchen knife, and it has a sharp cold light. It's really a good knife.
Today, when kitchen knives are all sold under real names, she felt it was great that ordinary people could have such a knife. She picked up the knife and put it in her bag.
She wandered around with the knife on her back for a whole day before returning home.
I opened the door but didn't have the courage to walk in.
The dusty and musty smell hit us, and even the house was betrayed after it had been unoccupied for only a few months. Even if it was tidied up a little, it could not restore the slightest bit of popularity.
She didn't wipe the dust and sat down casually on a big chair.
On the wall opposite hangs a large photo of her and her father. In the photo, her father is tall and tall, still in his prime, powerful and majestic, while she is only eight years old. The little figure is holding her father's hand and looking at her head.
She had a bow tied on her head and a marshmallow in her other hand, smiling broadly.
She clearly remembers that time when she was bullied by a neighbor child and pushed her to the ground. She ran home crying in pain. Her father came out immediately, scaring the naughty child and fled away. In order to comfort her, her father immediately ran away.
I bought her the big marshmallows and carried her for a long walk down the street.
However, she knew that she would never see her father again.
In this life, no one will ever hold her hand like this again.
She will never see him again.
Someone knocked on the door, but she remained silent.
The person who knocked on the door walked straight in.
"wheat……"
She stared, as if she didn't recognize him.
"Wheat, do you see how haggard you are?"
In fact, he himself was anxious, worried, and haggard. His former graceful and elegant temperament had been reduced a lot, and he was exhausted.
"Wheat, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? You haven't eaten seriously these days, so let's eat something first..."
He brought a lot of things: fruits, bread, and plenty of takeaways, all in big boxes, everything you need.
"Wheat, eat some..."
She had no reaction.
"Let's go, Mai, I'll take you out to eat. Do you remember our favorite restaurant? The first time I saw you when I came back from abroad was in that restaurant, Mai, that was the first time I saw you.
When you grow up, hehe, I was shocked at that time and thought, how did the wheat become so beautiful?..."
Really?
Was that something that happened in a previous life?
It was so far away that Qiao Xiaomai couldn't even remember it.
He suddenly grabbed her hand and said in a very excited tone: "Wheat... people can't be resurrected after death, so please forgive me and accept the change... You are still young, everything can start again... How about we start again..."