I can't live, I can't afford to die

Fang Yizhe nodded: "There's nothing wrong with being dead, it's better than being alive and disturbing people's mind every day."

Just as Xiao Xiao was about to explain "I'm not dead", seeing Fang Yizhe busy typing on the phone, his mind twitched for some reason, thinking of Liang Shiwei, he asked casually: "Where is Mr. Liang? Is he going home?"

"He? Where did he come from? He looks like you. You also have a grandmother, and his sister died too."

"Oh." Xiao Xiao felt sorry, remembered something, and asked again: "I saw Mr. Liang driving away with his bag on his back. Where did he go?"

"Driving casually, wandering casually, the ghost knows where he will go. Every Spring Festival he will go out for a few days."

"Then Mr. Liang..."

"What the hell is he doing? Kid, have you had dinner? Do you want to have a drink?"

Xiao Xiao quickly waved his hands: "No, no, I won't."

Fang Yizhe looked at him with a smile: "Liang Shiwei really picked up the treasure. Then I will take you back. It's so late, where do you live?"

"No, no, don't bother brother one." Xiao Xiao shook his hands sorely.

"Where do you live?" Fang Yizhe got up and put on his coat.

"It's Mr. Liang's apartment in the outskirts."

"The one on the 33rd floor?" Fang Yizhe turned the car key and looked at him.

"Well, brother one, do you know him?"

Fang Yizhe looked at Xiao Xiao: "Yes. Liang Shiwei is willing to let you live in."

After taking the script book, Xiao Xiao returned to the apartment in Fang Yizhe's car.After washing up and just about to fall asleep, Xiao Xiao heard the sound of the door key turning. He hurriedly got up, grabbed a metal ornament by the head of the bed, and walked towards the porch in the dark in shock and fear.

The door was halfway open, Xiao Xiao held his breath, and was about to smash it through, when someone came and turned on the light in the entrance.

It was Liang Shiwei.

Xiao Xiao forgot to put down the hand holding the ornament, and stared at Liang Shiwei in a daze.

Liang Shiwei was also stunned for a moment, then glanced at Xiao Xiao from head to toe, kicked a pair of slippers from the shoe rack in the hallway to his feet, and ordered, "Put it on." Then he asked, "Did you go home? "

Xiao Xiao quickly put on his shoes, just now he didn't feel cold because he was afraid, but now he came to his senses, he just felt his bare feet curl up on the floor with ice.

He didn't answer Liang Shiwei, but instead asked him, "Uncle, why are you here?"

Liang Shiwei changed into his slippers and walked to the bedroom: "The car drove nearby and ran out of gas, so I just wanted to stay here for one night, and I forgot that you would be there."

"Ah, uncle, sleep on the bed." Xiao smiled and pointed to the sofa, "I'll sleep here."

Liang Shiwei nodded, and asked him again: "Did you go home?"

"Yeah." Xiao Xiao rubbed his nose, "Grandma is the only one at home, and the round-trip fare is a lot, and I can't stay for a few days, let's forget it."

"Parents are gone?" Liang Shiwei asked, throwing the coat he had taken off on the sofa.

Xiao Xiao remembered what Fang Yizhe said, that Liang Shiwei's parents had both passed away, and he reminded himself that he could no longer make people misunderstand that his parents had passed away like when he was talking to Fang Yizhe, which added to Liang Shiwei's sadness.

Xiao Xiao shook his head: "Yes..." After thinking about it, he changed his words, "I don't know if they are still here?"

Seeing Liang Shiwei looking over suspiciously, Xiao Xiao hurriedly explained: "Grandpa said that my mother conceived me before she was married when she was in school. Later, no matter how much they pressed her, my mother refused to say who the man was. Later, my mother Because of this, I was pointed out by neighbors. You know, in a small second-tier city like my hometown, people’s thinking is very old-fashioned. My mother couldn’t stand it, so she ran out. Later, my grandmother secretly told me that my mother Came to Beijing."

Xiao Xiao circled his fingers around the corner of his clothes: "I don't know who my father is, and I don't know where my mother is. I don't even know if they are still here."