I became a god after resigning

Chapter 523 Taking Photos

The days passed, and Jiang Xiaoyan received a call from her grandmother again.

"Grandma, are you out of money again? My salary hasn't been paid yet. I'm really..."

"No, no, Xiaoyan, your uncle killed someone, he killed someone, he killed someone..."

Jiang Xiaoyan's grandmother's voice sounded crying on the phone, and her tone was full of panic.

"Killing, who did he kill?" Jiang Xiaoyan was also surprised.

"He killed your aunt, that cheating woman, a slut. She raised a man outside. It's all her fault. She deserves it..." Grandma yelled on the phone.

Jiang Xiaoyan put the phone away to avoid dirtying her ears. To be honest, she didn't feel panic after hearing this, and she even felt a little gloating.

Her impression of Kong Lianda was extremely bad, and her aunt wasn't much better either.

"Obviously she is the son of a wild man outside. He is not a son of my Kong family..."

The grandmother was crying on the phone. Compared with her son's murder, this incident saddened her more.

"Grandma, please stop crying now. I'll be back soon." Jiang Xiaoyan comforted her, but sighed deeply in her heart.

She just wants to live her life quietly, but why do so many things always come to her, making it difficult for her to calm down.

"Yes, yes, you come back quickly. Don't give Erbao's property to that bastard." Grandma immediately said on the phone.

"Property?" Jiang Xiaoyan didn't react for a while.

"Your uncle was arrested and your aunt died. Then doesn't all the property belong to that bastard? This is absolutely not possible, absolutely not possible..." Grandma said on the phone.

When Jiang Xiaoyan heard this, she felt that this was really true. However, in the past, Kong Yuming was the darling of the two old people, but now they have one baby at a time, as if they were abandoning their old clothes.

"You can ask your uncle to make a will." After all, Jiang Xiaoyan was more knowledgeable than an old woman, and she explained the key point in one sentence.

"Yes, yes, I'm going to find your uncle now. You don't have to come back yet." Grandma Jiang Xiaoyan hung up the phone immediately after saying that.

Jiang Xiaoyan was not a three-year-old child, so she immediately understood that her grandmother asked her not to go back, not because she was afraid of trouble, but because she was afraid that she would ask them for money.

Jiang Xiaoyan suddenly felt a sense of sadness in her heart. She put away her phone and slowly walked to the roof of the restaurant.

The restaurant is a three-story bungalow. There is a large space in the hall. In addition to stacking some sundries, it can also be used to dry some things. Except in the morning and evening, few people come up on weekdays.

After Jiang Xiaoyan discovered this place, she often came up and looked at Wanjia Lake across the road to relieve the depression that had accumulated in her heart for a long time.

Wanjia Lake, Wanjia Lake, where is her home?

Fuzzy memories emerged from my mind, including two kind old people, a tall and thin father, a mother who was always busy in the kitchen, and a little boy with a younger sister.

It's a pity that a fire destroyed everything and left no photos or images. It's really a pity. In a few years, I'm afraid they will be completely forgotten.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh deeply. She was taken out to play by her uncle that day and escaped by chance. Now that she thought about it, the trace of gloating in her heart just now was really inappropriate.

Looking at the waves on the lake, I thought about whether to go back. No matter how much I hated my uncle, he had saved me. I had to go and see it anyway. Otherwise, wouldn't it be too heartless?

At this moment, he suddenly felt a hand stuffed into her palm. Jiang Xiaoyan was startled. When she looked down, she saw a little boy looking at her with a smile.

Jiang Xiaoyan reacted and said quickly: "Whose child are you from? Why did you come up here? Get down quickly..."

"Xiaoyan..." the little boy shouted.

"It's so rude to call auntie, come down with me quickly."

As soon as Jiang Xiaoyan pulled the little boy and turned around, she saw three people standing not far behind her, looking at her.

"You... are restaurant guests, why are you here?" Jiang Xiaoyan asked in confusion.

"Xiaoyan, don't you remember us?" The little boy tugged on her arm and said again.

Jiang Xiaoyan lowered her head and glanced at him doubtfully, then looked at the three adults opposite and said, "Is this your child?"

Jiang Shaokang heard this and waved to Jiang Haitao.

"come over."

Hearing this, Jiang Haitao let go of Jiang Xiaoyan's hand, walked towards Jiang Shaokang, and said a little aggrievedly: "Dad, my sister doesn't remember us anymore."

Jiang Shaokang did not answer the question and touched his head, but his eyes remained on Jiang Xiaoyan.

When Jiang Xiaoyan saw the other party staring at her closely, she was a little nervous at first, but then she became less nervous when she thought that she was on the roof of her house.

At the same time, he also began to secretly look at a few people, but the more he looked at the people in front of him, the more familiar they seemed.

So he asked doubtfully: "Have we met somewhere?"

"Xiaoyan."

Grandma Jiang Xiaoyan couldn't help but called out softly.

"You know me?"

Jiang Xiaoyan remembered that the little boy seemed to have called her name just now. It seemed that the other person must know her. However, she frowned in thought, but she could not remember who they were or where they had met.

When Jiang Xiaoyan's grandfather heard this and was about to speak, Jiang Shaokang spoke first: "Yes, we met many years ago. You probably don't remember us."

"That's it, but what's the matter with you?" Jiang Xiaoyan asked suspiciously.

She had no impression at all.

It's normal for her not to remember. Jiang Xiaoyan was only six years old when Jiang Shaokang and others were buried in the flames, and there were no photos or images left at home. More than 20 years have passed, so it's normal for her not to remember. After all, not everyone can Like Xiao Ma Yuan, he has a super memory.

"It's okay. Let's come upstairs to get some air. We happened to see you standing here. You looked worried. Did something happen to you?" Jiang Xiaoyan's grandfather said first this time.

"nothing."

Jiang Xiaoyan shook her head. It was impossible for her to confide her feelings to a stranger she had just met.

"If you have something to say, just say it and hold it in your heart. If you hold it in for a long time, you will get sick." Grandpa said again.

"It's really nothing. Let's take you down. Are you here to eat? Which box are you in?" Jiang Xiaoyan took a step forward.

"Do you really not remember us?" Jiang Haitao couldn't help shouting.

His face was full of sadness and sadness.

Jiang Xiaoyan glanced at him and saw his sad look. She felt a little sad for some reason, but she still shook her head.

"I really can't remember where we have met."

Just when everyone felt disappointed, Jiang Xiaoyan said again: "But I see that you look familiar and feel very cordial."

"It's okay to be kind, because you met us when you were very young, and I hugged you, but you were too young at that time, and it's been so long that you don't remember." Jiang Xiaoyan's grandfather said.

If they were alive, Jiang Shaokang would be his age now.

"When you were young? Were you my parents' friend?" Jiang Xiaoyan said in surprise.

"Yes, we are your parents' friends, did you remember?" Grandpa said with a smile.

"Yes, I have an impression. Did you take me to the park and take a photo riding on the back of a stone lion?" Jiang Xiaoyan said.

Grandpa was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.

In fact, it was not him, but Jiang Shaokang who took her there. She was not the only one who took the photo riding on the stone lion, as well as Jiang Haitao, but the photo also disappeared with a fire.

"Uncle, what's your name?"

Seeing that she was an acquaintance who knew her parents, Jiang Xiaoyan became even more enthusiastic.

"Our surname is also Jiang, please call me Uncle Jiang."

"Uncle Jiang, can you tell me about my parents? I don't even remember them."

"of course can."

So Jiang Xiaoyan's grandfather, as a third party, began to talk about the Jiang family's affairs.

The more Jiang Xiaoyan listened, the more she felt something was wrong, and some forgotten memories began to emerge from the depths of her mind.

Those vague surprises became clear and overlapped with the figures of the people in front of him.

She looked at her grandfather who was talking with some surprise, her grandmother who was staring at her with a kind face, her father who was smiling, and her brother who was looking at her with surprise.

"You...you..."

Her face was full of disbelief. Could it be that her parents and family were not killed in the fire, but when she thought about it, she felt that something was wrong. Even if they were not killed in the fire, their ages would not match up after so many years.

Age, she suddenly realized that the clothes of several people were a little weird, not at all the style that should be modern.

"It doesn't matter who we are, Xiaoyan, you have to remember what we are saying now." Jiang Shaokang, who had been silent, said.     “You...you said...”

Jiang Xiaoyan looked at the person in front of her with tears in her eyes, and the memory of her father became clearer.

"Your uncle is not a good person. He was the one who harmed your family back then..."

Jiang Shaokang calmly recounted what happened that year.

At this time, Jiang Xiaoyan was even more certain that the people in front of her were her family members. Otherwise, she would not have been able to know these things in such detail, but her reason told her that this was impossible.

"Now that beast has been caught for murder, and he will admit to the crimes he committed back then. Then you can sue him, apply for compensation, get back all the property he took, and with that money, live a good life... "Grandpa continued.

"Your grandparents probably know something about what your uncle did. They are accomplices. You must not be soft-hearted just because they are old, otherwise you will suffer for the rest of your life..." Grandma added next to her.

"Okay, okay, I know, I know..."

At this time, Jiang Xiaoyan's silent tears had soaked her clothes, and the eyes of the two old men were also wet.

"Okay, don't cry. You are such a young girl. If you meet a good man in the future, don't miss it again. We...we hope you can live well and live happily."

Jiang Xiaoyan nodded with tears in her eyes. At this time, she was convinced that the people in front of her were her family.

But she felt that she should be in a dream, otherwise why would she feel slightly dizzy and spinning.

Moreover, my uncle was fine and suddenly killed my aunt. Such an outrageous thing would probably only happen in a dream.

In fact, this was just because her excessive mood swings caused a lack of oxygen in her brain and made her feel dizzy.

But why didn't I see my mother? She was a little confused, and at this moment, she felt her arm being gently pulled twice more.

"Xiaoyan, do you remember me?" Jiang Haitao asked with a smile.

Jiang Xiaoyan nodded, and then said: "You are the little brother."

"It's brother, I'm not young." Jiang Haitao said seriously.

"Well, brother, it's great to dream about you." Jiang Xiaoyan said happily.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and some looked at each other in confusion.

"Yes, we are also very happy to meet you in our dreams." Jiang Shaokang said first.

"Where's my mother? Why didn't I dream about her?" Jiang Xiaoyan said with some confusion.

But before anyone could answer, she kept muttering to herself: "Don't think wildly, don't think wildly, otherwise you will wake up from the dream."

Everyone chuckled when they heard this, and Jiang Shaokang said: "Your mother felt sorry for you, so she didn't come to see you. Don't blame her."

The two old men were silent and did not speak.

When Jiang Xiaoyan heard this, she asked doubtfully: "I'm sorry? How could she be sorry for me? Why should I blame her?"

"Of course it's because of your uncle." Grandpa said angrily from the side.

"Oh, that was my uncle's fault. How could I blame her?" Jiang Xiaoyan asked doubtfully.

"Oh, Xiaoyan, you are too kind-hearted and will suffer in the future." Grandma sighed from the side.

"It's okay, Mr. Song promised me that he would find a way." Jiang Shaokang said.

Jiang Xiaoyan was a little confused about what they were talking about.

But regardless of this, I am happy enough to be able to see my family. After so many years, I finally dreamed of them again, and it was so clear, unlike in the past, which was always vague.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh and said, "It would be nice if I didn't wake up from this dream."

"Why?" Jiang Haitao asked curiously.

"Because when I wake up from the dream, you will disappear, and I will never see you again." Jiang Xiaoyan said.

"Then you can take a photo with your phone. If you miss us, just take out your phone and take a look." Jiang Shaokang said with a smile.

"Haha, if you take pictures in your dream, won't it be different when you wake up?"

Jiang Xiaoyan still had tears on her face, but she couldn't help but laugh.

But although she smiled, she still took out her mobile phone. It's not that she hadn't thought about having a family photo, but this was completely impossible, unless it was in a dream.

Sure enough, I was dreaming, and Jiang Xiaoyan was even more convinced that she was in a dream.

"This dream feels like reality." Jiang Xiaoyan looked at the phone in her hand and said.

"But no one took pictures of me." Jiang Haitao said.

"It doesn't matter, my phone can take time-lapse photos."

Jiang Xiaoyan adjusted her phone and then placed it on the edge of the building next to her.

Then she hurriedly pulled Jiang Haitao to stand in front of the three elders. As the phone clicked, she hurried over and picked it up to see the effect.

"It's not good. How about we take another picture?" Jiang Xiaoyan said.

"Of course, you can take as many pictures as you want," Jiang Shaokang said.

"Yes, take more pictures." Grandma also said.

So Jiang Xiaoyan started taking pictures non-stop.

There was one squatting in front of the three of them with Jiang Haitao in his arms...

Someone picked him up...

Some are holding their father's arms...

There is a head resting on his shoulder...

Some hugged grandma’s waist...

Some are lying on grandpa's back...

……

"Xiaoyan, the time is up, we have to leave."

"Is my dream about to wake up?"

"Yes, you are about to wake up from your dream."

"Then can I see you again in the future?"

"I think so."

"Xiaoyan..."

"Um……"

"Remember what grandma just said, you can't be too soft-hearted."

"I understand, grandma."

"Sister, goodbye, I'm going to find my mother..."

"Goodbye, little brother, say hello to my mother for me, and tell her that I will dream about her next time..."

"You want to call me brother, I'm not young..."

……

The three of them slowly disappeared in front of her like gravel.

As if she had lost her soul, Jiang Xiaoyan slowly knelt down, tears dripping down in large pieces, making a sound on the silent rooftop.

Then she seemed to remember something, and quickly took out her phone and clicked on the photo album. When she saw the photos in it, she sat down on the ground.

Then he saw four amulets tied with red ropes lying there quietly on the ground, where his family had just disappeared.

She quickly climbed up, picked it up, and then put it all on her wrist.

At this moment, she felt as if her family were with her again.

She raised her talisman-covered palm to cover her forehead from the sun, and looked at the blue sky.

(End of this chapter)