Goddess she is reborn

After staying with Rongman for a few days, and Gu Wenshan held a press conference announcing that she would develop in China in the future, the reporters gradually turned their attention to other places, and Song Weiwei could finally go home.

Carrying a small suitcase, she got out of the taxi and walked into the old corridor.

This place seemed to be even older than before. A section of the handrail was gently rubbed against by her box, making a teeth-stinging creaking sound, and a few dusty bugs scattered and fled in all directions.The huge old suitcase was gone, leaving only a somewhat square damp mark on the ground.

It lost its value as a container, and a hole was gnawed by mice. I don’t know how many generations of mice and grandchildren lived in it. The dust on the top of the box could fill a flowerpot, and it was in the way here, so the box The master suppressed his nausea and threw it out.

Song Weiwei stood on the open space for a while, feeling quite uncomfortable without the box.

The anti-theft door on the side was opened, and a middle-aged man in shabby clothes came out kicking and cursing.

He looked very strange, Song Weiwei had never seen him before, so she subconsciously glanced at him, and for some reason remembered the face she had specially studied when she was writing supernatural essays.

This person has a pair of inverted triangular eyes, the small ones are half covered by the drooping eyelids, the eyes are cloudy, the eyebrows are messy and crooked, and there is a big mole between the eyebrows, the nose is short and thick, and the nose is reversed. Curly, withered and yellow complexion, cheeks are still blue, the corners of the mouth are tight and drooping.

The man gave her a vicious look, seeing Song Weiwei hastily made way, and went downstairs cursing.

When he passed by, the smell of alcohol was strong on his body, his posture was awkward when he walked, and his face was also very vicious, so he was not a good person at first glance.

Song Weiwei frowned and decided to stay away from this person.

She lost the mood to think about the whereabouts of the old suitcase, and carried the suitcase slowly upstairs.

As soon as she entered the house, her face suddenly darkened.

The big fat cat next door slipped in through the window at some point, and frantically tossed around. The flowers on the balcony were all overturned, the things on the table were spilled all over the place, the toilet paper was hanging everywhere, and the crocodile shrank pitifully. Under a towel, I heard voices poking out slowly from under the towel.

"Meow." The fat cat squatted on the table, looking at her with big watery eyes, as if trying to be cute.Song Weiwei frowned, picked up its neck, and threw it out of the house mercilessly.

boom!The door was slammed shut.

Song Weiwei closed the door and turned her head to look at the messy living room, feeling powerless in her heart.

She was not in the mood to tidy up, she just stepped on the mess on the floor into the bedroom, and fell on the bed.The heater has been fixed, but it's still a little cold, and she sniffs, feeling like crying.

Since Gu Wenshan left three years ago, she has not shed tears.But at this moment, alone in a cold home, lying on a cold bed, the only living thing accompanying her curled up under the towel, staring at her with cold eyes unique to cold-blooded animals, although it was quiet enough, it was also too lonely.

Humans are inherently social animals.

When she turned on the phone, the driver's profile picture was gray and dark, and there were no unread news records. Everyone in the author group chatted everywhere, but there was no familiar name.

She couldn't help thinking of Gu Wenshan.

When Gu Wenshan was here, there was a bit more popularity here, but now there is nothing left, and it is even colder than before.

She lightly touched the screen of the mobile phone, and a pleasant singing voice came from the mobile phone, which was just right for Xue Zhiqian.

Xue Zhiqian's singing voice has a faint taste of indescribable sadness, the voice is slightly low, with deep affection, as if with magic power, people can't help but indulge in it.

Song Weiwei's mood got worse.

She typed a few words on the text message interface, but deleted them one by one.

Today is December 22th.

Song Weiwei put down her phone and sighed.

The next day, Song Weiwei woke up from hunger.

It was already bright, and because I forgot to draw the curtains last night, the bedroom was very bright.Song Weiwei stretched out her hand, watching the sun cast pale golden spots through her fingers.After dawdling for a while, she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

The cold water made her wake up a lot. She raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror in a daze.

There are still drops of water on her face, she looks a little embarrassed, her hair is messed up and blown into a ball, her eyes are black and blue, even her natural baby face can't make her any less haggard.The husky's hat was drooping crookedly on the top of his head, and his white eyes stared blankly at Song Weiwei in the mirror, with mockery in his eyes.

A Gu Wenshan made her feel decadent.

Song Weiwei had a headache from staying up all night, rubbed her face to cheer herself up, then shuffled out of the bathroom, crossed the messy floor, and was about to go downstairs to eat steamed buns.

When going down to the second floor.Song Weiwei ran into that middle-aged man again.

He was sitting on the steps of the second floor, surrounded by smoke, which could make people choke. The can next to him was full of cigarette butts, and the butts of the cigarettes were artistically turned upside down, forming a crooked little chrysanthemum.He was leaning against the wall with his head tilted strangely. Hearing footsteps, he turned his head stiffly.Song Weiwei seemed to hear the clicking sound of his neck being overwhelmed.

The man's eyes became cloudier, yellow and bloodshot.

The man stared at her and swept her from head to toe with a particularly uncomfortable look. He opened his mouth and asked hoarsely, "Little girl, where are you from?"

His voice was also terribly hoarse, and following his voice, a wine bottle rolled away from his hand and hit the wall with a bang.

Song Weiwei was extremely embarrassed, and was disgusted by the smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body, so she frowned and said nothing.

The man was not annoyed either, he moved his butt to the side, made way for a narrow path, and signaled Song Weiwei to pass.

Dealing with a drunk is very annoying, passing by him without knowing what will happen, Song Weiwei turned around and went upstairs again without saying a word.

The man laughed.

The next day, Song Weiwei mentioned this matter to her second brother.

The second elder brother heard the words, and a look of disgust appeared on his always gentle round face: "You have not been here for a long time. I don't know, that man is not a good person. He was a lazy person who was a thief since he was a child. When he was [-] years old, he pissed off his father." Later, he committed a serious crime and provoked someone who should not have been provoked. He just came out of the police station not long ago, and now he is probably eyeing his mother's house again. If you meet him, stay away from him, and shout loudly if you have anything to do. I."

It is reasonable to say that appearance comes from the heart. This person has a sinister mind and looks that make people feel unhappy.

Song Weiwei hated him even more.