The phone next to her rang again and again, but Xiao Tong didn't want to, nor was she willing to answer those inexplicable calls.
My sky has collapsed. What could be more important than losing hope in life?
It's just that Xiao Tong's phone is like an eternal warrior. No matter how depressed Xiao Tong's mood is, it still rings stubbornly.
The first call was from Yan Ni, then a few office calls, and even more calls from Qin Yi.
What's even more ironic is that Xiao Ya also made two phone calls to Xiao Tong.
Looking at Xiao Ya's call, Xiao Tong's heart was bleeding.
If the woman who committed adultery with An Jie was someone else, Xiao Tong's heart would be in heartbreaking pain, but at least he would not despair.
But this woman is Xiao Ya.
Xiao Ya is still underage.
Xiao Tong valued Xiao Ya so much that it was even more important than his own life.
But what about her? What has she done for herself?
However, Xiao Tong was disappointed that she never waited for An Jie's call.
Is he really that busy?
Or maybe he didn't even bother to explain to himself what happened last night?
But what's the point of him calling?
There's no way he could pick it up.
An Jie's mistakes don't deserve his forgiveness at all, including Xiao Ya's.
Xiao Tong felt that no matter how kind her heart was, she would never forgive them both this time.
The two closest people around me betrayed me like this.
Finally, the phone went silent.
Xiao Tong could finally hide alone in a dark corner, licking her bloody wounds and secretly bearing the cruel treatment God had given her.
The tears have long since dried up, leaving only a body like a walking corpse.
With the soul gone, there seems to be no point in living.
For a whole afternoon, Xiao Tong lived in the pain An Jie and Xiao Ya had caused for her.
When night fell quietly, Xiao Tong just walked out of his office dragging his weak body.
At this time, all the colleagues in the company had already got off work. Without the excitement and busyness during the day, there were only lonely desks and piles of heavy documents in the dark office. Against the dim environment, Xiao Tong became numb and painful.
of spectators.
Qin Yi didn't know where he went, maybe he went home.
Xiao Tong smiled miserably, no one wants to live in other people's sorrow, let alone having troubled him for two whole days.
After locking the office door, Xiao Tong weakly held the bag in her hand and went downstairs.
Instead of taking the elevator, she chose the stairs. The bag in her hand hung weakly on the floor, making a muffled sound of friction with the stairs as Xiao Tong slowly moved downstairs.
The entire office building was deserted very early in the evening, and occasionally a few people working overtime would take the elevator straight to their homes in a hurry.
And where is her home? Is it in the three-bedroom house that Anjie bought for her?
Or maybe that house was originally purchased by Anjie for Xiao Ya?
Everything is a scam, it turns out everything is a scam!
Originally, she promised not to cry again, but Xiao Tong's tears burst into tears again.
It was impossible for her not to think about it. If her heart could still beat, if she still cared about either Anjie or Xiao Ya, it would be impossible for her not to think about them.
Blood is thicker than water, but Xiao Tong was betrayed by his own sister.
This kind of bloody plot that is only seen in TV dramas was dramatically encountered by Xiao Tong.
Xiao Tong's pain was magnified again by her constant assumptions and associations.
"Haha...hehe...hehehe..." In the empty office building and the lonely stairs, only a woman's miserable smile could be heard as she murmured in her sleep.
Suddenly, she wanted to go back to her old house and see the bricks and tiles there, the sweet-scented osmanthus there...
Where is your true home?
It takes 40 minutes to take the bus, and Xiao Tong walked for nearly three hours.
The soles of my feet were worn out, and my legs were as heavy as lead...
As if he had no soul, Xiao Tong just walked through the bustling streets, the noisy crowds, and the noisy flow of people indifferently.
The bag in her hand was dragged to the ground as if she was lost and careless. Xiao Tong's strange behavior attracted the confused and curious eyes of passers-by.
However, Xiao Tong has no time to care about other people's eyes and feelings at this time. Who can control who in such an impetuous world?
Finally, Xiao Tong arrived near the entrance of the alley where the old house was located.
At this time, the alley entrance was being demolished, and several excavators were working day and night on the construction site.
The evening dress she once threw into the trash can worth thirty thousand yuan has long since disappeared.
Everything here is quietly changing.
Maybe there will be even greater changes here in a few months.
Xiao Tong dragged her heavy steps one step at a time and finally walked into the street she was once familiar with, the familiar atmosphere and everything she was once familiar with.
After walking for a few minutes, Xiao Tong finally walked quietly to the door of his old house.
At first, I left because I was avoiding An Jie.
Now, he is back because he was hurt by An Jie.
The leafy sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard is proudly leaning out with its branches.
The faint scent of osmanthus hit her face. Xiao Tong closed her eyes that were sore from crying too much and quietly breathed in all the scents that belonged to the old house.
Yes, it's exactly this smell. This smell makes people feel warm and reassuring.
Xiao Tong sniffed the smell desperately, and the great pain in her heart settled a little bit in the peace of mind that the old house brought her.
He took out the key to the old house from his bag and put the key ### into the rusty iron lock. With a muffled sound of "click", Xiao Tong opened the iron lock as if he hadn't seen it for a long time.
"Buzz——"
Suddenly, Xiao Tong's tranquility was broken by a phone call.
When she saw it was an unfamiliar number, Xiao Tong decisively turned off her phone. At this time, she just wanted to stay in her old house for a while.
Pushing open the door of the old house, the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus that I just smelled outside the courtyard hit Xiao Tong's face even more intensely.
The worn sole seemed to have healed at this moment, and Xiao Tong's face showed a long-lost smile under the faint light.
"Dad, the sweet-scented osmanthus trees you planted back then have grown up, will you come back often to see them?" Xiao Tong murmured softly as he stood in front of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard.
Behind him, there was a breeze blowing, which seemed to be the comfort of his father's love for Xiao Tong.
"Dad, you said back then that after you left, I would be the mountain of this family..." Xiao Tong's eyes turned red again: "But dad, now my daughter's mountain has collapsed... Please tell me, what should I do?
What should I do? How should I face it?" Xiao Tong continued to murmur, she leaned on the trunk of one of the osmanthus trees and tears came to her again.
There is a kind of tear called letting go, but how should Xiao Tong let go?
The delicate body once again slumped weakly along the thick trunk of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree behind him on the cold ground. A few scattered sweet-scented osmanthus petals quietly drifted past Xiao Tong's eyes.
At this time, Xiao Tong was like a rootless duckweed in the water, letting his vague consciousness float and float in the atmosphere of the old house.