Xiaomi has been away from this home for more than half a year since July last year. In the past, she could not remember where her home was. She only knew that it was in Huangjia Village. Today, with the help of Ding Jiamin, she finally found it. It was just that the person who once pretended to be
The small home, full of laughter and laughter, was in a state of dilapidation, which made her cry sadly.
She held the small shoes she once wore tightly, as if she wanted to reminisce about the past through this.
She wouldn't let anyone hold her, so she stood at home crying all by herself.
Ding Jiamin's eyes turned red. She helped her pick up another small shoe against the wall, took off the dog curtain, folded it, and prepared to take it back to Xiaomi as a souvenir.
She and Zhang Tan wanted to take Xiaomi downstairs, but Xiaomi refused. She looked everywhere for photos of her mother.
But there are no photos of her mother here. This place has never been rented out since she left. Because it was too shabby, the landlord was too lazy to tidy it up, so he sold the usable furniture as scrap, leaving the rags in the room.
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“Xiaomi, come with me, I will definitely find your mother’s photo, okay?” Ding Jiamin squatted in front of Xiaomi, grabbing her little body and said.
Hearing this, Xiaomi looked at her blankly with eyes swollen from crying. When Ding Jiamin said it again, she realized what she was saying, nodded, and followed her downstairs.
This building is a bit dangerous, it's too dilapidated, don't be afraid of anything but 10,000 yuan.
Ding Jiamin had the landlord’s phone number and had contacted her during the initial investigation. She called the landlord, and after a while, an old lady came from the alley next to her.
She is the landlord.
“Eh? Is this millet?” She saw the millet at Ding Jiamin’s feet for the first time and recognized it. She and her mother had lived here for three years.
Xiaomi was confused for a while, and then suddenly realized that she also recognized the old woman.
She cried out "grandma" and ran over to ask cautiously if she knew where her mother was.
How could the old landlady know? If she knew, she would have told Ding Jiamin long ago.
“She paid the rent for the next three months and disappeared without saying anything.” This is what the old lady landlord said to Ding Jiamin.
Now, she is telling Xiaomi the same thing.
Xiaomi's tears that had just stopped fell again. Seeing her good friend so sad, Xiaobai walked over sadly and hugged her with red eyes.
Xi'er did not pass. She stood at Zhang Tan's feet, crying silently and wiping away her tears.
She can be strong when she encounters difficulties, but when she sees her friends so sad, she cannot be strong.
Zhang Tan handed her a tissue to prevent her from wiping her tears on his pants.
“Do you have a photo of Xiaomi’s mother here?” Ding Jiamin asked.
It’s not surprising that Ding Jiamin asked the old landlady for photos, because according to her understanding, one of the people Xiaomi’s mother has had the most contact with in recent years is the landlady.
Of course she also has a job, but according to their understanding, Xiaomi’s mother often keeps to herself at work, and when asked about her colleagues, they all said they didn’t know her very well.
She is shy and timid, not good at communication and speech, and blushes when talking to strangers. She is a very ordinary and ordinary person who has no sense of presence in the crowd.
The old lady thought about it and said, yes, when she first rented a house to Xiaomi’s mother, she took photos of her with her mobile phone.
She immediately took out her mobile phone for senior citizens and flipped through it. There were too many photos, all of them showing the daily life of her grandchildren. It wasn’t until she scrolled a long time ago that she found a photo of Xiaomi’s mother.
In the photo, her face is full of youth, her eyes are a little evasive when looking at the camera, and she shows a slightly shy smile. She is not tall, about 160cm or so. She has a petite and cute figure, a round face, and is a little beauty. She looks like a little beauty.
Even high school students believe it.
In fact, she was only 24 years old when she disappeared. Three years ago, she was only 21 years old. Extrapolating, she was 19 years old when she gave birth to Xiaomi.
Ding Jiamin has investigated and found that Xiaomi’s mother came to Pujiang to work alone after graduating from high school. She worked many jobs, mostly at the bottom, such as restaurant waiters, door greeters...
Ding Jiamin handed the photo to Xiaomi. Xiaomi carefully held the phone and stared at the photo, as if thinking about whether her mother was the one in the photo, and finally confirmed that this was it.
Xiaomi anxiously asked the landlady if she could take the photo.
The old lady asked in surprise: “Don’t you even have a photo of your mother?”
Xiaomi shook her head pitifully.
The old lady sighed and said kindly: "I'll send you this photo."
“Thank you, grandma.” Xiaomi said.
The old lady wiped the tears on her face and said, "You're welcome, this is your mother, it should have been given to you."
With the photo of her mother, Xiaomi had achieved her goal today. The landlady chatted with them for a while, told them the information she knew, and talked about some of their past interactions, and finally left with a sigh.
Her small building has been rented by many people and has had many, many stories. Mother and daughter Xiaomi are not the most special ones, but they are the last ones.
“Let’s go develop mom’s photos and hang them in your room, okay?” Ding Jiamin asked Xiaomi.
Xiaomi nodded pitifully and said yes, and thanked Sister Xiaomin again.
Ding Jiamin touched her little head and said nothing. At this time, no words will work. This kind of scar is in the heart. It needs time to heal and warmth to make medicine. Her task is very heavy.
She looked up at the two-story building hidden in the shadow of the sun. Many, many stories must have happened here. She thought of the shy and smiling girl in the photo, and imagined how she grew up while working.
What kind of story happened to her? Her love must not have gone smoothly...
Thinking of this, Ding Jiamin felt that if it were her, she might collapse.
She suddenly became much more open-minded. Compared with what happened to Xiaomi’s mother, her little emotional setback was nothing!
She told herself to stay strong and cheer up, not to lose confidence in life, and to be her own sun, and more importantly, Xiaomi’s sun.
In the afternoon, Ding Jiamin did not send Xiaomi to kindergarten again. She was so sad that going to kindergarten was not a good choice.
She took Xiaomi and left without saying where she was going.
Zhang Tan watched the police car drive away. He first looked at Xiaobai. Xiaobai was very worried. She wanted to follow Xiaomi so that she could continue to comfort her.
He lowered his head again and looked at Xiao Xi'er, who had been silent at his feet, and asked with concern: "Are you okay? You must be crying too hard."
Hearing this, Xi'er wiped away her tears, hugged his thigh, and whispered, "I'm so sad, Xiaomi is so pitiful~~"
Zhang Tan saw that the tissue in her hand to wipe her tears was soaked, and said, "Throw away the tissue and replace it with another one."
Xi'er wiped the corners of her eyes, pouted, and said that this was the last picture.
“I gave you a pack and you used it all?”
“I can’t stop crying.”
Zhang sighed and was speechless, thinking in his heart that you are really amazing, a pack of tissues has been used up, how many tears have been shed.
“I miss my sister so much, I want to find her~~”
Seeing Xiaomi's sadness, Xi'er suddenly felt that she was so happy. She had a sister and she had everything.
