Inside the lobby, Olson Umoh has gone.
Gong Yue stood in place for a while, looked down and sent a text message to Bai Yuan Ting, “A Yuan brother, you go first without waiting for me, I have something to do not take your car.”
Only after sending, a look up to see Bai Yuanting in front of himself.
Gong Yue was stunned, “A Yuan brother, when did you …”
Bai Yuanting asked, “You want to take a car all over Hounslow by yourself again, right?”
Gong Yue’s expression was even more surprised, “How do you know?”
“Come on, instead of taking a taxi and having someone else take you around, take my car, it’s safer and your parents don’t have to worry about you disappearing for no reason.”
“…”
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At noon, the city library was quiet as usual.
Because it was the weekend, there were several times more people than usual, and it took a while to find two adjacent spots.
After sitting down, Wen Xin took out a stack of bound A4 papers from her bag and dropped them to Olson Timothy.
“What?”
“The book that I promised you to translate for you before.”
Olson Timbers faintly, “Thanks, but don’t think I’ll let my guard down just because of that.”
“You are welcome,” warm look light, while taking out the computer from the bag while saying, “you can not have to guard me with the same as a thief, if I really want to go to Yanshan South, you can not look at me to see forever.”
Olson Timothy was calm, “You can’t stay in Hounslow forever either.”
Wen Xin shrugged her shoulders, a look full of care, “It’s always more generous than your time.”
The two so standoffish bickering has been going on for a week, are cold natured, quarrel is also a more than a taciturn.
Olson Timothy saw many blue pen notes on the translation, and the sticky notes were neatly pasted, and warmly written with beautiful handwriting.
The word is as apt as the person, which is very apt in the case of warmth.
Olson Timbers subconsciously looked sideways at her, the sunlight outside the window just poured down, sprinkled on her neck, she is short hair, plain face, usually have not seen her makeup, clean and sharp look even some like the female soldiers in the army, but more delicate than the female soldiers.
…
Half an hour later
Wen Xin looked at the man sleeping on the table beside her and nudged him twice, ” Olson Ting Zheng?”
Someone is unresponsive.
Seeing this, warmly satisfied with a smile, very calmly will be the computer and books all packed up, carrying the bag and go away.
The bound book contains a week’s worth of her work, and it’s okay for her to be his translator.
If not for the fear of him noticing, this drug she can be more violent, the fastest ten minutes to take effect.
Wen Xin hit a car directly in front of the city library, “Master, Yanshan South.”
“…”
At night, the temperature in the mountains is much colder than in the city.
Moon Hill Cemetery’s door is always open, the gatekeeper at the entrance is old, and someone goes in without knowing.
Gong Yue and Bai Yuanting walked side by side on the road of the cemetery, looking up at him from time to time, until he led himself to a high ground in front of the tombstone, only then could not help but ask, “When did you know about it?”
“It’s very early,” Bai Yuan Ting squatted down and pulled out a glass jar of sugar from his pocket, rainbow candy paper, glowing with warm hues in the dim light of the cemetery.
He poured out three candies from the jar and put them in front of the tombstone, “I didn’t bring any incense or paper money, so I used this instead, your uncle shouldn’t be angry, right?”
Gong Yue frowned with a complicated look, “You haven’t answered my question, when.”
“It was a long time ago, back then your cousin used to come to Hounslow every winter.”
Gong Yue has a cousin that almost everyone around her doesn’t know.
When mentioning this, Gong Yue’s face immediately changed, as if the secret sealed in the heart unwilling to talk about was dug up, there was consternation and panic, and even a few embarrassment.
Bai Yuanting said, “But I haven’t seen her since I was fifteen.”
Gong Yue’s hand involuntarily squeezed tighter, her face pale, her eyes averted as if she was running away from something, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, it’s too late, I’m going home.”
“Yue Yue,” Bai Yuan Ting stood up and called out to her, “It’s not your fault, what happened back then was not your fault, so you don’t have to blame yourself harshly.”
“You don’t say anymore.”
“Your cousin died of depression, it has nothing to do with you.”
“You don’t know anything!” Gong Yue’s face had no blood at all, her shoulders were trembling, “It’s because of me, if I hadn’t said those words at that time, she wouldn’t have died, she wouldn’t have killed herself, because of me, no, but also because of Chu Xiao slow, because of us.”
“Not because of you, and not because of slowly,” Bai Yuanting stared at her, word by word, as if he wanted to carve every word of this sentence into her ears.
“…”
Ten years ago, Gong Yue H’s cousin died of depression and suicide, it is said that the bathtub was all blood inside.
The children of the same generation knew that Gong Yue had a cousin, and at that time, Gong Yue was only nine years old, a half-grown child, ignorant.
That winter, no one knows why Gong Yue, who has always loved the hustle and bustle of the Spring Festival, did not go out, and even after a whole year have not seen anyone, the family said she was sick, poor health to recuperate.
But Bai Yuanting knows.
The nine-year-old Gong Yue played best with Chu Xiao Slow, who was one year younger, and there were no secrets between the two. Although her parents explained not to tell the story of her cousin coming to Hounslow every winter, she still told Chu Xiao Slow about it.
And Chu Xiao slow is a heartless, turn the head to tell all the friends around.
It’s just a distant cousin, what’s not to say?
But then I don’t know who told Gong Yue that her cousin’s father had a problem with the Austin family.
The nine-year-old also has her own little vanity, wanting all the little ones around her to be close to her and not to look down on her, and having an uncle who has killed people almost makes it impossible for her to hold her head up.
So that winter, Han Qing Orange again to Hounslow to sweep the father’s grave, Gong Yue blocked in front of the house refused to let her in, crying and shouting that never again to see cousin …
But who would have thought that Han Qingcheng had been depressed for many years, could not stand a little stimulation, and committed suicide after returning to China.
This incident became the biggest shadow of Gong Yue’s childhood, and she fell ill directly after learning about it.
She was sick off and on for more than a year and couldn’t go out, and from that time on, she couldn’t be friends with Chu Xiao slow again.
Although the cousin’s death can not be blamed on Chu Xiao-slow, but the pain is too heavy, she needs some reasonable hints to let others share some of the responsibility for themselves, hints more and more, she will become more and more hated Chu Xiao-slow, more and more believe that in addition to themselves, the things that year is also Chu Xiao-slow single-handedly caused.
If Chu Xiao-slow had not told others about her cousin, no one would have come to tell her those things, and she would not have said those things to her cousin.
They are all sinners.