shock! I became the savior of the infinite game at full level

Friday, July 7, sunny.

Qinglin District, Chengzhou City, in front of the gate of Xiujinhu Community.

Just as Song Jing was about to go in, he was stopped by the guard.

He paused, smiled and asked, "Uncle Zhang, what's the matter?"

The uncle, a guard who was nearly sixty and had gray hair on his temples, smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. It's just that a woman came from nowhere this morning and specifically said she wanted to see you."

"We said that you were not here and we didn't know when you would be back. We advised her to come back later...but she didn't leave and waited in the guard room for five hours."

Having said this, the guard uncle opened his palms and made a gesture.

"Xiao Jing, do you know her?" The uncle's wrinkled face showed an expression called "gossip".

"Maybe..." Song Jing frowned and said with some uncertainty.

He followed Uncle Zhang to the guard room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a woman wearing a white pullover and black sports pants sitting stiffly on a wooden chair with a backrest, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand.

Next to her, another younger doorman "Xiao Li" looked enthusiastic, holding a pack of unopened biscuits and stuffing it into the woman's hand.

While stuffing it, he said: "You eat, what can you do if you don't eat? Xiao Jing doesn't know how long it will take to come back. If you faint from hunger here, isn't it my responsibility?"

The woman quickly put down the disposable paper cup and took the cookie with a sheepish expression: "Thank you, thank you..."

Seeing this scene, Uncle Zhang coughed outside the door.

"Uncle Zhang, Xiao Jing, are you back?" Xiao Li turned around, still with a bright smile on his face.

Seeing Song Jing, the woman immediately stood up and asked anxiously: "You...are you Song Jing?"

"it's me."

While Song Jing answered, he was also secretly sizing up the woman.

Judging from the outline of her eyebrows, she must have been very pretty when she was young. But years of hard work not only made her hands as rough as tree bark, but also made her eyes look as tired as a dying old man.

But... I don't know if it was his misunderstanding, but he actually saw a glimmer of hope in those tired eyes.

……

The woman who came to see Song Jing was naturally Sun Qingxiu.

When Jiang's house was about to be submerged by water waves, she hid on the second floor and suddenly remembered what Yan Yunzhen had said to her, and Yiyan found a key from a windowless bedroom.

Then, she didn't know what happened specifically... In short, she miraculously survived and persisted until the rescue team arrived.

Then...she asked the police and found out that her family had moved out of their original residence more than ten years ago. Of course, the police said they had contacted her brother and that he would be here to take her home in just two days.

After learning the news, Sun Qingxiu was overjoyed, but at the same time she felt an indescribable hollow feeling in her heart.

Therefore...she did not choose to stay at the guest house, but asked the police to borrow some money and took the train to Chengzhou City.

"So...what do you want from me?"

Song Jing led Sun Qingxiu to the shadow of the corner of the building and asked politely and coldly.

"I, my name is Sun Qingxiu, you may not have heard of my name." Sun Qingxiu was a little nervous, "But I know you, Tang Yu...she told me about you."

Hearing the name "Tang Yu", Song Jing's attitude suddenly changed.

"What exactly do you want to say?" He frowned, his eyes sharp.

"I...I just came to give you something."

After saying these words, Sun Qingxiu seemed to be relieved, and her sentences became smoother, "This is what Tang Yu... gave to me before she died. She said that if I have a chance to escape, I hope I can bring it to you."

Sun Qingxiu stretched out her hand.

In her palm lay a keychain.

The style of the keychain is very simple - a four-leaf clover carved from red crystal, with a small fluffy ball hanging next to it, and a silver-white ribbon about ten centimeters long hanging from the middle.

The moment she saw the keychain, Song Jing was in a daze for a moment.

The expression on his face changed from surprise, to nostalgia, to sadness... and finally stopped at mourning.

"……Thanks."

Song Jing's voice softened and she took the keychain from the woman's hand.

Now that her goal had been achieved, Sun Qingxiu didn't stay any longer. She put the bag of biscuits given to her by the doorman Xiao Li close to her body and left.

Song Jing watched her go away, and after a while, he took out another keychain from his pocket.

It was the same style as the one Sun Qingxiu had just given him, except that the color of the four-leaf clover was not red, but blue.

He stared at the two pendants for a long time, then closed his palms and put them into his pocket together.

……

At this moment, seven buildings down.

An old woman with gray hair staggered down the road.

Although her legs and feet were somewhat inconvenient, she still did not use crutches. She hugged her arms tightly to her chest to protect the stack of A4 papers in her arms.

"Aunt Lin, why did you come back alone today?"

Next to her, a middle-aged woman in her forties came up to her. She naturally took the old woman's left arm and helped her walk forward slowly.

"It's you, Xiao Yan..." Seeing the person coming, the old woman smiled kindly, "Xiao Jing, the kid has something to do and I didn't plan to go out today, but I suddenly remembered..."

She moved her fingers and patted the paper in her arms, "I still have so many flyers that I haven't distributed yet."

When the woman named Yan saw the stack of "leaflets", her smile suddenly froze.

She knew what it was...it was made by the old man in front of her, a missing person notice for her granddaughter.

Suddenly, a memory came to mind, making the corners of the woman's eyes moist.

"Aunt Yan, Grandma Lin?"

Behind him, a clear male voice sounded, "Why are you here?"

"Xiao Jing, you came just in time."

The woman suppressed the inexplicable emotion, turned to Song Jing and smiled, "Send you Grandma Lin back quickly... You kid, you didn't even tell me when you left. Why, you think I can't take care of you Lin." Grandma, right?"

she scolded jokingly.

"How could that happen?" Song Jing said in a gentle tone.

The three of them chatted for a while, and then Song Jing supported the old woman and continued walking towards the unit building.

Looking at the two people leaving, the woman surnamed Yan smiled, with a lingering bitterness in her smile.

"Sister, after so many years..."

"Where are you...and how are you doing?"

She sighed softly.

……

When a person is about to die...how will he feel?

Is it fear? Is it a pity? Is it pain? Or...will you feel relief like relief?

Although I died once, all I could feel at that time was endless resentment and anger... I just wanted to drag everyone who imprisoned me and bullied me into hell.

And when I faced death for the second time...I finally understood.

When I jumped into the ancient well with my dead child in my arms... the complex emotion in my heart besides anger... was called "freedom".

I'm finally free.