After I died, the murderer came to my house

Chapter 141

Chapter 0141 – Wang Shixuan of the Feng Hui Family!!

Feng Hui is in his forties this year, and his forehead is smooth because of his baldness.

The socialization on weekdays gives him an obvious beer belly.

Coupled with the slightly fat body shape, the whole person looks greasy.

His home is in the Golden Sun Community in the center of Jiangcheng.

The whole community is considered to be of medium and upper grade, and the green plants and various facilities inside are perfect.

It was the setting sun.

The dim and soft sunlight shines on the lush street trees of the community, on the buildings, on the cars in the parking lot…

Everything is covered in warm tones of dusk.

There is a green forest next to Building 12 of the community, and if you walk into the green forest along the cobblestone path, you can see a classical four-legged stone pavilion.

Under the stone pavilion there are stone tables with stone benches.

This kind of stone pavilion is a place for people to rest and relax, but few people in the general community come here.

It was a little girl about seven years old, sitting on a stone bench under the stone pavilion.

The little girl wore a school uniform and a red scarf, which should have been the future flower of the motherland, but her face had a dullness and indifference that did not belong to her age.

Those eyes are even more dead gray, you can’t see any color, some are just despair, indifference, silence, gray…

This little girl’s name is Wang Shixuan, she is Feng Qian’s daughter and Li Bei’s half-sister in the eyes of outsiders.

Since the death of her parents, she has been living in her uncle Feng Hui’s house.

She is not doing well these days, and it can even be said that it is painful.

As long as she did something a little wrong, her uncle’s family would scold and abuse her at best, or take action directly.

There is also a cousin at home who is two years older than her, who also often bullies her, and she can’t fight back.

As long as you fight back, you will be greeted by the scolding of your uncle and aunt.

They always said that she ate theirs, lived theirs, and beat her to death if she disobeyed again.

Living in this environment makes her feel as if her whole world is gray and there is no color in sight.

When she witnessed the death of her parents, her young heart was already greatly stimulated.

Now living in this oppressive environment makes her feel indescribably torn.

That sense of tearing comes from the soul, from the world, from the contrast between the past and present of parents.

So much so that her psyche has become pathologically distorted.

At this time, she was sitting on a stone bench under the stone pavilion, and on the stone table in front of her was a dirty and tattered puppet bear.

She picked up the puppet bear from the garbage heap.

This little bear seems to be abandoned by the whole world, just like her.

On the belly of the puppet bear, I don’t know who cut a long wound with scissors, revealing the white cotton wool inside.

She holds a needle and thread in her hand, stitching the puppet bear alive.

The feeling of stitching the bear was wonderful, and she inexplicably enjoyed it.

As the stitch was stitched, it was as if the tearing sensation in her heart would also be stitched.

It’s as if everything will return to the way it was.

After a while, the bear was sewn by her, and her stitching technique was so poor that a noticeable fold appeared on the belly of the puppet bear.

Looking at the stitched bear, a happy smile appeared on her little face full of gray despair.

The sun has set and it is about to get dark.

She took the sewn bear and carried her schoolbag towards where she lived.

My uncle’s house is at No. 701, Unit 3, Building 4.

She walked into the door of the three-unit unit in Building 4, then took the elevator to the seventh floor of the residential building and came to the door of the 701 house.

She knocked on the door four times with her hand, and after waiting for more than ten seconds, the door was opened from the inside.

The door was opened by a middle-aged woman in her forties, her face full of meanness and impatience,

“How did you come back at this point?” I thought you were dead outside.

“Where did you pick up this filthy rag? Bring all the garbage home! How do you know how to make a mess at home?! ”

“My hands are so dirty, don’t wash them soon!”

This mean, middle-aged woman named Wang Lanfen is her aunt.

Listening to the woman’s reproach and reprimand, the young Wang Shixuan’s face was numb, and then walked into the room without saying a word.

“What is this garbage still doing in your hands? Bring it to me! ”

Wang Lanfen scolded, grabbed the stitched and dirty puppet bear in her hand, and stuffed it into the trash.

“What are you doing standing silly? Don’t hurry up and wash your hands! Don’t you want to eat?! ”

Looking at the little bear that had been stuffed into the trash, Wang Shixuan’s numb little face showed a look of pain.

But after all, she didn’t say anything, and went to the bathroom washroom without saying a word.

[ps: Ask for flowers, ask for votes, ask for all kinds of things, yesterday was banned for a chapter, change ah change the mentality exploded less…]