Qiao Zhixi smiled and didn't say much.
After a while, Qiao Zhixi's other friends also came, all dressed in either rich or expensive clothes, only Xia Zhanqiao stood there wearing street stalls, which was a bit of an eyesore.
"Xi'er, I'll go back first, take good care of yourself."
"Oh, okay." Qiao Zhixi responded.
Xia Zhanqiao walked far and could still hear her friends asking, "Is it your friend who is dressed poorly? How do you make friends with someone like her?"
She looked down at her white shirt and denim cropped pants, although it was only a hundred yuan of clothes, where was it shabby?
When she got home and saw that it was still early, she turned on the computer as usual, browsed the professional course for kindergarten teachers, and then opened the novel website to write her first work.
The novel has not been published for half a year, but it has been saved as a draft, it is already 500,000 words, it is a modern novel, and it can be published without pressure if you write a little more.
Just as she was thinking, the phone rang urgently, she answered, but before she could speak, she was frightened by Xia's mother's crying.
"Mom, if you have something to say, don't cry."
She got up, listened to Xia's mother's narration on the other end of the phone, closed the notebook and rushed out the door.
When she came to the hospital, the mother in the morgue was already crying out of breath, and Xia Zhanqiao looked at her body covered by white cloth, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
She still approached persistently and gently lifted the white cloth.
Xia Zhongtian closed his eyes tightly and was not breathing.
The deep knife edge in his neck was eye-catching, and it was obvious that he died of a knife wound.
"Xiaoqiao!" Xia's mother hugged her daughter and said chokedly, "Although I hate him for not being able to do it, I never thought he would die, I always thought he would slowly get better, just like before, the trestle, he died, he committed suicide."
Although she also hated her father for being drugged and not doing his job, she also had the same idea as Xia's mother, always thinking that he would become the same as before.
In the afternoon, Xia Zhongtian was sent to the crematorium for cremation, and Xia Zhanqiao returned home with the ashes and Xia's mother.
It turned out that Xia Zhongtian did not change his life and was contaminated with drugs again, and because he had no money to buy drugs, he returned home and forced Xia's mother to hand over the real estate certificate.
Xia Mu naturally disagreed, Xia Zhongtian put a knife to his neck, threatening to commit suicide if he didn't give it, Xia Mu didn't believe that he would commit suicide at the time, but he didn't expect that he really gave himself a knife, and it was no longer possible to send him to the hospital.