Suicide or homicide? (2)

  Sunday, April 18, 2010 sunny

  Wei Xingyun became haggard overnight.

  After the sun rose, he blinked his bright red eyes, straightened up, took out my phone from the drawer, found the charger, charged it, and dialed a number from the address book.

  The phone rang for a long time before it was answered, and the person on the other end hesitated for a moment before asking, "Who is this?"

  "Zhuo'er, I am Wei Xingyun, there are some things I want to discuss with you."

  I'm confused, Wei Xingyun didn't call the police, but instead contacted Zhuo Er, what does he want to do?

  An hour later, I and Wei Xingyun stood in Zhuo'er's home.

  This was still my first time seeing Zhuo Er after I died.

  He didn't change much, just lost his signature smile on his face and added a few more distant expressions.

  Wei Xingyun said straightforwardly: "Mengmeng did not commit suicide."

  Zhuo suddenly changed color.

  After Wei Hangyun finished his concise and clear explanation of his discovery, Zhuo Er's face had completely darkened.

  Finally, Wei Xingyun asked: "I want to know, if this isn't an accident, does it have anything to do with you?"

  "Impossible." Zhuo immediately negated, "No one dares to move her."

  He stood up with an icy expression, his jawline taut. "Even if there was, after all this time, I wouldn't have received any news."

  "Excuse me." Wei Xingyun didn't say much more and turned around to leave.

  "Slow down, are you just going to leave like this?" Zhuo'er called out to him, "What do you plan to do?"

  "It's enough that you know it has nothing to do with you, the rest is my business."

  Zhuo suddenly rushed up, grabbed Wei Xingyun's collar and shouted, "No relation? How can her matter have nothing to do with me?! Who do you think you are? What do you think you can do?"

  "Wei Xingyun stared at Zhuo Er and said slowly: 'I am her boyfriend.'"

  "Boyfriend." Zhuo Er's anger turned to laughter, "My good sister followed you and ended up dying unjustly. What qualifications do you have to say you're her boyfriend? On what grounds?"

  "Yes, I am not qualified, and neither are you."

  Taking advantage of Zhuo Er's distraction, Wei Xingyun forcefully shook off his hands and turned to leave.

  As he pushed the door open, Zhuo Er said behind him: "You don't need to care about this matter, roll back and pretend you didn't know anything."

  "Zhōu ěr," Wei Xingyun said without turning his head, "do you know that you're really very annoying?"

  "Each other."

  As we left, I turned back and saw Zhuo'er sitting back on the sofa, his head lowered, with no expression visible.

  I have never seen such a Zhōu'er.

  I suddenly felt extremely sad.

  The sun outside is big and the sunlight is generous, but the person in the house who has fallen into the shadow looks so cold.

  I stopped in my tracks and looked at Wei Xingyun's back, suddenly feeling that I couldn't keep up.

  Outside the door is Weixingyun walking alone, inside the door is Zhuoer's silent and icy demeanor. Two people who play an important role in my life, yet at this moment, they both make me feel like strangers.

  I want to go home.

  Whether it's a person or a ghost, staying by parents' side will give you a sense of security.

  There is a pot of dripping Guanyin beside the TV at home, and on the balcony, several pots of Wenzhu and hanging orchids have been added. I don't know when it started, but my dad and mom began to arrange flowers and plants.

  I lay on the sofa, watching my dad and mom squatting on the balcony, loosening the soil, fertilizing, watering... everything was going very slowly. Dad is always clumsy, if he's not careful, the soil will be loose on the ground. Mom has a bad back, after crouching for a while, she needs to stand up, rub her waist and rest for a while.

  Their faces, although without smiles, no longer showed too much sorrow.

  I suddenly feel that a certain part of my heart has become extremely tender.

  Just last night, I was still deeply trapped in pain and madness, fiercely wanting revenge, hating that I couldn't immediately find out the truth.

  But at this moment, in this scene, I couldn't muster up any vengeful thoughts.

  I am dead.

  I can no longer feel the warmth of sunlight on my skin, my body has turned to ashes, and no one will ever see me again, nor hear my voice.

  Everything has no meaning to me anymore.

  If the so-called truth would hurt my parents once again, I'd rather never know it.

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