Chapter 16 Saving

Looking at Mr. Song's depressed back, Shi Miao's heart was a little blocked. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that Mr. Song was full of despair. Shi Miao suddenly remembered a sentence about looking at the haunted house. The heavier the house, the more uncomfortable it will make the people in the house feel uncomfortable. Over time, people will get sick and even a lot of things. Fortunately, imagine Mr. Song's previous expression. Once people have resentment, will they also make people feel this way?

Thinking of this, Shi Miao's eyebrows jumped. It's not good. Mr. Song has the idea of suicide!

There was no time to explain to Chen Mei. Shi Miao hurriedly chased out. The street was full of vehicles and pedestrians, and they could not see Mr. Song at all. Shi Miao looked not far away, but found that many people rushed diagonally to the company.

Not far from the diagonal opposite of the company is an office building with 16 stories high. Mr. Song will not be there, will he?

Shi Miao quickly ran to the office building and stood still. There was a figure on the roof, as if he would fall down at any time.

Someone called the police at the scene, and others gathered around and talked about it.

"Why on earth did you jump off the building?"

"I don't know. It looks really scary."

"If you don't cherish life, you will regret it when you die!"

"Is it still useful to regret at that time?" A middle-aged man in his forties glanced at the man who was talking.

Shi Miao saw everyone standing downstairs whispering, but the police still didn't come. He turned his head and asked the middle-aged man, "Sir, where is it faster to go up to the top floor?"

At this time, the people standing on the top floor did not jump down for a long time, but they have been standing on the edge and wandering, and there are more and more people below.

The middle-aged man turned around with a straight face, but saw that the person talking to him was actually a beautiful girl. He immediately said kindly, "There is an elevator on the side, but I advise you not to go there. This person may be crazy..." Halfway through the middle-aged man's words, he found that the girl who talked to him had long disappeared.

Shi Miao successfully reached the top floor through the elevator and opened the iron gate of the top floor. Mr. Song, who was standing on the roof, immediately turned around and became more excited when he saw that it was Shi Miao.

"Is that you? Why did you come here? Why?"

Shi Miao stood in place and did not dare to move. He was afraid that Mr. Song would really jump off when he was excited. When Mr. Song went to pawn to listen to the wind bottle, he was still full of hope, but now he wanted to commit suicide. Shi Miao always felt that this matter had nothing to do with him.

"What are you thinking about? I tell you, stay away from me! I don't need your help! Don't come here!" Mr. Song became more excited and roared at Shi Miao with the box of the wind bottle in his arms, and behind him was the edge of the building. If he was not careful, his whole body would be broken to pieces.

"Mr. Song, don't be excited. You can get another place to identify the wind bottle. How precious is life? How can you give up your life because of a small wind bottle?" Shi Miao stood in the distance and carefully persuaded. Looking at Mr. Song wandering on the edge, he remembered the picture of himself being pushed into the ditch that day. Only those on the verge of death knew the preciousness of life.

"You don't know anything! This is not just a listening bottle!!! I have nothing left! The company is ruined! My wife is gone! My most trusted friend has also been cheating on me! I have nothing left! Destroyed! It's all ruined!" Mr. Song's voice became more and more excited, and his body was a little shaken. It could be seen that he was on the verge of collapse.

If you don't take any more measures, Mr. Song may really jump down. Shi Miao stopped talking and reached out and gently stroked the lovesick bean on his hand. The lovesick bean glowed. Shi Miao slowly opened his eyes and saw that Mr. Song's whole forehead had been covered by black gas, and it could be seen around him. The black gas is also pouring towards Mr. Song.

"Now I have no way to go, no way to go!" Mr. Song muttered and leaned forward. The people downstairs became anxious to see this scene.

"I'm going to jump! It's going to jump!"

"The police haven't arrived yet! Traffic jam!"

"Don't jump!"

At this time, Mr. Song had slowly closed his eyes and said, "I hope Xiaohang can be filial to his mother. Our father and son will only see each other in the next life!"

A desolate and reluctant voice came to Shi Miao's ears. When the thousands of troops were launched, Shi Miao shouted, "Since you don't want to give up Xiaohang, don't die!"

After listening to Shi Miao's words, Mr. Song turned his head and asked Shi Miao, "Why do you know Xiaohang?"

"Why do I know? I also know that Xiaohang is your son. The most reassuring thing for you is him and your wife. Since you can't let go, why do you still want to die? Do you think people live for themselves all their lives? It doesn't matter if you die. Have you ever thought about your son and your wife? Have you ever thought that he, who lost his father since childhood, may become degenerate, fight, drink, make trouble, be incapacitated, or even unable to support himself? By that time, you have turned into a pile of white bones. You can't jump out of the grave and call him a stinky boy!" Shi Miao spoke as she approached Mr. Song carefully.

Mr. Song smiled bitterly when he heard the words, "What can I do even if I am alive? I can't get up again. I don't have anything..."

"Listening to the wind bottle is fake, and the last hope is gone. I'm not a good father... let alone a good husband..." Mr. Song's voice clearly came to Shi Miao's ears, and the black gas around him was constantly affected by him. As long as Mr. Song was a little depressed, he immediately turned to Mr. Song's forehead. Surge.

Hearing this, Shi Miao smiled slightly and walked a few steps forward. Seeing that he was only a few steps away from Mr. Song, he said, "Listening that the wind bottle was found to be fake, it proves that the person who identified antiques in those years was lying to you. You are so willing to be deceived. Are you calculated? Have you ever thought that if you die, that person is likely to turn around to deal with your son and wife? Aren't you afraid of dying? Are you afraid to start all over again?

Shi Miao's words are like nails, and every sentence is nailed to Mr. Song's heart.

Mr. Song pondered for a moment, and finally retreated and collapsed on the roof.

The onlookers downstairs were relieved to see this scene and shouted downstairs, 'It's not easy for people to live a lifetime, we should cherish life' and so on.

After a while, the crowd dispersed, and Shi Miao walked to Mr. Song and saw that the black gas on Mr. Song had already dissipated, and he seemed to have had a serious illness, and his head was covered with sweat.

Handing over a paper towel, Shi Miao reminded him, "Wipe your sweat and go quickly. The police may arrive soon."

Mr. Song gratefully took the tissue, "Thank you very much today, Miss Shi. If I make a comeback, I must thank you again."

"Don't thank me. I'm just a country girl. When I was poor, I even had to think about it carefully. Although you have been frustrated in your business, you are better than me as a rural girl, right? As long as people are alive, there is hope.

"There is hope when people live...live...hope..." Mr. Song repeatedly chewed this sentence, which seemed ordinary, but only those who had experienced life and death could understand the meaning. "Miss Shi, your mobile phone..." Mr. Song raised his head and was about to ask for the phone number, but found that the one just now The enthusiastic Miss Shi has left. With her departure, Mr. Song also vaguely thought of one thing, "Why did she know Xiaohang?"

Back to the company, Chen Mei was waiting at the front desk. When she saw Shi Miao come in, she pulled Shi Miao and asked, "What did you suddenly run out just now?"

"I just saw that Mr. Song was not in a good mood, so I chased him and persuaded him a few words."

"So that's it. I heard that there is someone who is going to jump off a building nearby. I thought it was Mr. Song, and you also know his state just now." Chen Mei was relieved and muttered a few more words. Shi Miao had to giggling in return.

Back to the office, Dai Yuhong asked with a smile, "Xiao Chen, how is Shi Miao doing?"

"Although Xiaoshi's professional knowledge is not as good as our old employees, his intuition is still very accurate. Today's listening to the wind bottle, she found that it was fake." Chen Mei's tone was a little proud, as if she had deliberately said it to others.

Dai Yuhong was very satisfied with this. It seemed that Shi Miao was not completely a vase. After handing a piece of information about antiques to Shi Miao, he said, "Then you should learn more from Xiao Chen during this period. There will be an antique exhibition in a while, and I will arrange for you to go there."

"I will. Thank you, leader." After receiving the information, Shi Miao smiled sweetly. It seemed that this easy-to-contact leader had finally changed his mind about himself.

Shi Miao was even happier at the thought of seeing her sister after work!

After work, Shi Miao bought food and went home. Yuyu was teaching Shi Yue how to operate the computer. Yueyue put on the new clothes Shi Miao chose for her and combed a ponytail. She didn't look like a little girl in the countryside at all. At this time, Shi Yue was still a little timid, but she was no longer afraid of fish.

In the evening, Shi Miao made four dishes and one soup, all of which were Shi Yue's favorite food. At first glance, Shi Yue was still a little uncomfortable when she saw so many dishes. She carefully glanced at the fish, because she knew that this was the fish's home, and the fish was the owner.

"Eat it quickly. It doesn't taste good when it's cold!" The fish touched Shi Yue's head, picked up a sparerib and put it in Yueyue's bowl.

Seeing the owner's words, Shi Yue finally dared to eat.

After eating, Shi Yue went to the bedroom to read. Now she is still unfamiliar with computers and other things, but she still feels that books are the closest.

Most of the books here are bought by Shi Miao for her yesterday, with all kinds of fairy tales and some classics.

In the kitchen, the fish washed the fruit and said to Shi Miao, "I have dragged Zhao Meng to deal with the school. I can report it tomorrow. I will go to No. 3 Middle School, which is also close to your house. What I am more worried about now is whether Yueyue's grades can keep up."

Shi Miao, who was washing dishes, stopped, "I'm not very worried about the grades. What I'm most worried about is that she can't make friends. You can see that now she is afraid of birth."

"It's all that damn Zhang Guirong! Why did you let her go so kindly? The fish bit an apple with hatred and mentioned Zhang Guirong's anger.

"Her kind of person will naturally have retribution. Besides, I have taken the house back. If I go back in a few days, I will definitely kick her out of our house." Shi Miao also hated Zhang Guirong in her heart, but she couldn't do that.