I became a god after resigning

Chapter 66 Doubt

"Why did you wake up so early today?"

Seeing that Song Ci got up very early today, Zhao Caixia couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Someone made an early morning car appointment last night." Song Ci casually gave a reason to prevaricate.

"Then tell me earlier, I wish I could make breakfast earlier, but it's not ready yet," Zhao Caixia said.

"It's okay, I'll eat outside." Song Ci said casually.

After speaking, he opened his mouth and yawned. He didn't sleep well last night, and he always dreamed about Yun Chuyao.

Sometimes it was when he was in love with Yun Chuyao, sometimes Yun Chuyao was questioning him why he didn't come to him earlier, and sometimes he said that he didn't want him to come to her...

In short, I was in a daze and had many messy dreams.

"You don't seem to have a good rest. You should be more careful when driving," Zhao Caixia said.

"I see. When Dad gets up, you tell him not to find other places to set up a stall. When I come back at night, I will set up a stall for him. It's not a matter of location at all."

"I see." Zhao Caixia laughed when she heard this.

Who is her husband, can she not know?He may be good at work, but he may be a bit difficult to do business.

Song Shouren probably knew it in his heart, that's why he came here secretly before, without discussing it with Zhao Caixia, because he was afraid that Zhao Caixia would object, so he cut it first and played later.

Song Ci filled his kettle with water, and then went out the door.

At this time, it was still dark outside, and it was very dark.

Song Ci's car lights shot out two rays of light, plunged into the darkness, and galloped into the distance.

After Song Ci's car left the urban area, the genius lightened up slightly. Song Ci saw an early morning stall on the side of the road and saw that the time was still there, so he parked the car on the side of the road and walked in.

"The buns aren't ready yet, there are only fried dough sticks and fried dumplings. What would you like to eat?"

As soon as the Song poet approached, the boss greeted him warmly.

"Give me thirty fried dumplings, and a bowl of grits soup."

Song Ci walked into the store and sat down at a random place, because it was early and the store was empty, he was the only one.

After breakfast, Song Ci paid the bill and walked towards the direction where he parked his car.

Just a few steps away, I saw an old man struggling to climb a hill, pulling a cart full of cardboard boxes.

This early in the morning, pulling this box is probably going to the waste station for recycling.

Song Ci hurried forward and helped push it from behind.

With the help of Song Ci, the old man climbed up the slope easily, then heaved a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat stains on his forehead with the towel around his neck, turned to Song Ci and said, "Thank you, young man."

"You're welcome, sir, slow down."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Then he turned around and pulled up the cart again, lowered his head, and walked forward step by step.

Song Ci stood where he was, watching this scene, feeling sour for no reason.

But this feeling comes and goes quickly. After all, everyone has their own life, and everyone has their own way of living. There is no need to be sad here.

When Song Ci drove to Sishan Cemetery, the sky was already bright, the sun was shining on the earth, the breeze was blowing gently, and the coolness in the morning breeze penetrated into the heart. It was almost the beginning of winter, and the Spring Festival this year was also very early, and there were only three days left. month's time.

Song Ci saw Meng Xinyi wandering around the intersection from afar.

She also recognized Song Ci's car, and when she saw Song Ci, she immediately greeted him with a happy face.

Because the aura on the amulet dissipated, she had already returned to her normal body.

"I thought you were gone."

Song Ci slowly stopped the car beside her. He came here to agree to the promise of Cai Dumpling, not Meng Xinyi.

"I'm going to leave, but I want to say goodbye to you one last time." Meng Xinyi said.

"There's no need to wait for me." Song Ci said casually.

"I must thank you personally, and I will leave later." Meng Xinyi got into the car and said.

Hearing the words, Song Ci frowned slightly. Hearing what she said, it seemed that she was going to return to the sea of ​​souls or go to the peach blossom garden?
"Where are you going?"

"I want to see the world. I didn't have time before, but now I have a lot of time. I want to go around and see." Meng Xinyi looked out the window with a slightly excited tone.

Song Ci drove the car into the parking lot, found a place and stopped the car.

"It's okay to take a walk around, but don't stay in the world for too long, or it won't do you any good in the future." Song Ci warned her.

"I know."

Meng Xinyi didn't think it was strange, she knew this the moment after she died.

This is as natural as people know how to eat when they are hungry, and how to sleep when they are sleepy.

As soon as Song Ci stopped the car and got out of the car, he saw Meng Fusheng walking towards him.

He has not left, and has been waiting for the arrival of Song Ci.

"Mr. Song." Meng Fusheng greeted.

At this time, he was still haggard, but he had cleaned up a lot.

"Morning." Song Ci greeted him.

Then before Song Ci continued to speak, Meng Fusheng who came to Song Ci suddenly knelt down.

"What are you doing?"

Song Ci quickly reached out to hold his arm, and was about to help him up.

"Mr. Song, my daughter...Xinyi is gone." Meng Fusheng said with a dazed expression.

"I know."

"She said she was going to take a look around. It was my fault. I shouldn't have let her be a teacher. I blamed me for being selfish. In fact, I didn't want her to be a teacher, but I didn't want her to leave me. next to..."

Song Ci helped him up, and Meng Fusheng slumped on the ground and muttered.

Song Ci also followed him, standing aside and listening quietly.

At this moment, Meng Fusheng said again: "I don't know if she will be in any danger, I hope Mr. Song can help me take care of her, I can give you money, or whatever you need, I can give you .”

As Meng Fusheng spoke, he was about to kowtow to Song Ci.

Song Ci hurriedly stopped, and at the same time looked at Meng Xinyi who had been standing beside her with a complicated expression.

Then she showed a smile, waved to Song Ci, took another deep look at her father, turned around, and walked into the distance facing the morning light.

Song Ci saw a few drops of tears scattered in the air and turned into wisps of green smoke.

Goodbye, maybe never again.

Meng Fusheng noticed Song Ci's gaze, looked in the direction of his gaze, and said loudly: "Take care of yourself, if... if you miss me, come back, I will wait for you at home."

Meng Xinyi paused for a moment, and completely disappeared from Song Ci's sight without looking back.

"Mr. Song, I'll give you this back."

Meng Fusheng took out the amulet and handed it back to Song Ci reluctantly.

After the breath dissipated, the amulet lost its original function.

"No, you can save it and think about it." Song Ci said.

"Then...then Mr. Song..." Meng Fusheng asked anxiously.

Song Ci nodded and comforted: "Don't worry, I will take care of her."

Meng Fusheng let out a long sigh of relief, and said, "In that case, then I won't bother you, and I'll take my leave first."

Turning to leave.

"Wait." Song Ci stopped him.

"Mr. Song, is there anything else? Just say what you want."

Seeing Song Ci calling him to stop, Meng Fusheng just frowned, while Meng Fusheng was a little hasty, but also had some anticipation in his heart.

He expects Song Ci to ask for a reward from himself, and he doesn't mind paying Song Ci.

As long as he is willing to accept his reward, it means that he can have more contacts and contacts.

But he didn't get the result he wanted from Song Ci's mouth. Instead, Song Ci's words made him a little dazed and surprised.

"I think Meng Xinyi's death may not be caused by hatred because of love. You can ask someone to check the murderer's mobile phone to see who he has been in contact with."

The reason why Song Ci had such doubts was because of the last text message Zhao Qiyang received in his memory.

But now the police investigation has ended, and the case has basically been closed, waiting for the court to decide.

Song Ci and Meng Xinyi have no relatives and no reason, so it is difficult to intervene and let the police re-investigate, but Meng Fusheng is different.

(End of this chapter)