Chapter 32: Good boy

After procrastinating for a long time, I was afraid that the rabbit would encounter accidents, and finally decided to enter the house directly.
Breaking into the dark house, Wang Jiexiang spread his legs, hands on hips, and his appearance and lines were extremely rustic.
"Yin Xian! I'm wise here!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the direction of the door behind her was lit up in concert.
It is the light of the setting sun.
It shines into the room through the dark green window sill, quietly filling the entire space. The color of the light is a thin orange, while the warm color has no warm temperature.
Wang Jiexiang guarded his head and stared straight, in case he didn't remember the mission here like last time.
The orange is thicker.
Everywhere he looked, he was painted with the halo of the old days.
Plastic ceiling fans with blackened leaves; a few mottled off the light brown walls, exposing the bricks behind; cold meals are covered with vegetable covers; a large cabinet with complicated patterns and an old-fashioned clock on it.
She is located in the living room of this old house. The house is quiet and there seems to be no one.
Wang Jiexiang patted his safe and sound little head, ready to explore the room.
"DangDang"
The bell rang, which shocked her.
The chime of the clock rang seven times.
Being a guilty conscience, Wang Jiexiang always felt that someone was about to come, and crept into the room with the open door.
As soon as she entered the door, she smelled a strong smell of medicine.
The room is neat and tidy.
On the bed lay a tickling and a few folded men's clothing.
Wang Jiexiang came to the bookshelf that occupies the largest area in the house, filled with books.
There was a layer dedicated to kraft paper bags, and she took out one at hand. The cover of the paper bag read "Lesson Plan".
Lesson plan? Is the owner of the room a teacher?
She remembered Yin Xian saying that his grandfather was a teacher and he admired him very much.
So this room is probably his grandfather's room.
Bringing the door to the room, Wang Jiexiang went on to the next one.
That is a toilet.
Wang Jiexiang took the opportunity to look in the mirror.
According to the law of increasing four years of age each time she enters the house, she is 20 years old in the mirror, not much different from her real appearance.
"Where is Yin Xian's room?"
She continued walking.
There is a small room with only a rudimentary bed and a change of clothes, not like it.
The other room is full of debris and cannot be occupied.
"found it!"
In the next room that I opened, there were stacks of learning materials on the table top, with a prominent name written on it.
Wang Jiexiang went to so many houses where he lived, and the environment here is considered the best.
With good lighting, the house is bright and spacious.
On the bedside table is a photo of an old man holding a bare Xiao Yinxian, warm and cute.
The furnishings are not depressing, not like his childhood apartment, plastered with awards, and everything is meticulously packed.
There is a radio in the room. There is an old rattan chair beside the desk. There is a fan and a water cup on the chair. It seems that an adult would sit here and talk to him and help him with his homework.
It seems that Yin Xian is close to his grandfather for a reason.
The furnishings in the room are all ordinary items, not expensive, but they are all simple and detailed, which makes people feel cordial and comfortable.
Wang Jiexiang sat down in a Yin Xian position and blinked dryly.
She worried at first that she appeared suspiciously at someone's house and was treated as a thief.
But at this moment, after walking the whole house, she was completely at a loss when she met people.
What should I do?
"Traumatic memory..." She thought of the case report she had just read: "What sadness has happened to Yin Xian during this period?"
The only thing Wang Jiexiang remembered was that Rabbit had told her: His parents had divorced, and he stayed at his grandfather's house for two years.
Is it to prevent his parents from divorcing? Find a way to move him back to his parents?
Shaking his head, Wang Jiexiang stopped his cranky thinking.
According to the experience gained from the "employee dormitory", she should be cautious about her reasoning and first observe the direction of things without her interference. A blind analysis is likely to help the more.
Picking up the book at hand, the name was written on the cover: No. 2 Middle School, Grade Three, Yin Xian.
"Junior three, junior high school students are almost home from school at seven, right?"
Wang Jiexiang scratched the back of his neck, planning to wait for him at home for a while.
From seven o'clock to seven thirty, she couldn't sit still, opened the door and went out to wait in the street.
Wait and wait, but Yin Xian was never seen.
Wang Jiexiang decided to go to his school.
She is unfamiliar with her place and she has no money, so she can only walk by asking for directions.
"Eldest sister," Wang Jiexiang stopped passers-by with a smile: "Excuse me, how can I get to the second middle school from here."
The eldest sister shook her head: "I don't know."
"Uncle, do you know how to get to the second middle school?" she asked another person.
He shook his head like the last big sister, and said, "I don't know."
Standing on the side of the road, Wang Jiexiang had a strange feeling.
Could it be...
She carefully observed the next passerby.
Sure enough, the eldest sister who was the first to be asked the way by her appeared again.
I have encountered a copy of the employee dormitory before: the background person looks ordinary, with exactly the same face. Here is Yin Xian's spiritual world. He constructs passersby in the same way as his colleagues in the auto repair shop.
Wang Jiexiang asked a few more people patiently, and got the same answer-"I don't know."
The sunset disappeared and the sky was completely dark.
She could not know the way to the second middle school.
I walked to the intersection on my own, afraid of getting lost, afraid of missing Yin Xian, and returned.
Wang Jiexiang was startled: Will he go home?
What should he do if he never goes home?
Could the bad thing that hurt him already happened?
She was not by his side, don't mention helping, she couldn't even see it.
As time goes by, concerns continue to deepen.
Wang Jiexiang is very familiar with this kind of boredom of waiting.
At that time, the two were together. He was busy socializing and didn't answer the phone or go home at night. She was like now, sitting at home and waiting at the door later. The mind is full of terrible things that may happen, and there is nothing to do in a hurry.
"I broke up with him, why bother to worry about this? Save him from this house, and then I ignore him. Let him go to the doctor, subconsciously, hypnotically, and let professional help. he."
Wang Jiexiang bitterly held up the cruel words, adjusting the anxiety in his heart.
Time flies slowly.
She changed her posture while waiting for people from standing upright to leaning against the wall, then squatting, and finally sitting on the ground.
Yin Xian didn't wait to come, but waited for another person he didn't know.
She opened the door with the key and entered Yin Xian's grandfather's house.
Then who?
Her appearance is different from the background person, with distinct characteristics. Wang Jiexiang and Yin Xian’s parents had a fate in the copy of Childhood Apartment, and she was not Yin Xian’s mother either.
Let's find an excuse to talk to and ask, Wang Jiexiang thought this way, and typed the draft early.
Clearing her throat, she knocked on his door.
The person inside quickly opened the door and asked her who she was looking for.
"Hello," Wang Jiexiang said in a relaxed tone, with a natural expression: "I want to ask, are the children in this family home?"
The woman was wary: "Are you?"
She said the reason she had just made up: "I am your neighbor, my sister and a class of Yin Xian in this family. She came home late today, so I came to ask if Yin Xian came back."
"Oh, the child is going to study at night."
She looked at the clock behind her and told her: "This point is almost back, you can wait, don't worry."
"Ok."
Wang Jiexiang breathed a sigh of relief.
The woman was about to close the door, and she hurriedly blocked the door, wanting to say something.
"I don't know if you have to ask too much," the woman intercepted her. "I'm just a caregiver for their old man."
Wang Jiexiang frowned: "Grandpa Yin Xian's nurse?"
"Yes, I will do it till today."
"why?"
The woman sighed: "The old man passed away today."
"what?"
Because of shock, Wang Jiexiang did not maintain the image of a "stranger neighbor", and instantly showed excessive concern.
"Today? When is it today? Does Yin Xian know? Didn't you go to see him?"
"Oh, girl..." The nurse didn't answer her, with the intention of rushing the guests: "I just came back from the hospital and I haven't eaten any food, so I have to pack my things..."
Wang Jiexiang nodded.
"Excuse me, then you are busy."
She walked back to the street and continued to wait for Yin Xian.
The traumatic memory here is undoubtedly the death of his grandfather.
Soon, Yin Xian, a young man carrying a backpack on his shoulders, appeared in her field of vision.
At this time, he was about the same size as her, wearing school uniform, sneakers, white skin, and short hair looking very smooth. He walked quietly by the side of the road alone, and he looked like a good student and a good boy.
Yin Xian passed her without squinting.
Wang Jiexiang's eyes followed him.
He opened the door to go home, and within a minute of entering, he ran out with a pale face.
The question that the nurse did not answer, she got the answer here: Yin Xian didn't know that his grandfather was gone, he didn't see his grandfather for the last time.
Wang Jiexiang was also flustered.
To be honest, she didn't know how to help him.
The street in front of the door was empty, no car could stop it.
Yin Xian returned and pulled out a broken bicycle from the stairs of the wooden house. He stepped up and stepped on it a few times, losing his balance and falling to the road.
He can't ride a bike...
She wanted to step forward to help him, but Yin Xian didn't give her this opportunity.
He got up on his own, regardless of the bicycle, and ran out of the road.
Wang Jiexiang can ride it!
In the original plan, she did not interfere with Yin Xian for the first time and observed the situation. But now...to his non-interference.
She can drive him!
Wang Jiexiang picked up the bicycle, the tires were not very inflated, but he could still ride with a little effort.
Riding in the car, she made efforts to catch up with Yin Xian's back.
The car wheel seemed to be crushed on the false foam floor, and it began to sink uncontrollably and crookedly.
Wang Jiexiang gritted his teeth and stared at the distant figure, trying to maintain his balance.
"Hey!"
She was riding sweating profusely, her vision gradually blurred.
"Yin Xian!"
The street lights on the street were turned to darkness, and the boy stubbornly ran towards the twisted, lightless distance.
The ground pulled the wheel and swallowed.
Wang Jiexiang shouted at him: "Don't run, don't run anymore, it's dangerous."
She couldn't hear her voice.
The voice and sweat were all blurred in the thin, faint, gradually rising orange.
It is the light of the setting sun.
Wang Jiexiang panted quickly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
While the sleeves wiped away the sweat, they disappeared.
In front of her was a large cabinet with intricate patterns and an old-fashioned clock on it.
"DangDang"
The clock rang.
Without delay, it rang seven times.