Shocking! A once-pretty face in the entertainment industry is reborn and becomes a top student!

Chapter 289

"Are you Xiao Aning?"

No wonder he always felt that the boy in front of him looked familiar, but that was wrong. Little Aning was fair and fair. When they were young, neighbors like them always joked that little Aning was born in the wrong child. He should be a girl with such a delicate and fair face.

The boy in front of him had dark skin, a big mole at the corner of his mouth, and swaggering yellow hair. He looked like a delinquent, and he was completely different from the little Aning in his memory.

The young man lowered his eyes and smiled: "Uncle Qian, I am Aning."

Qian Zhuang was first surprised and then overjoyed, "Aning, it's really you. I haven't heard from you for many years. I heard that you were seriously injured in the fire. Your aunt was seriously injured back then and she couldn't live without people around her. I When I heard the news and went to see you, you had already returned to Yunzhou with your parents. "

Qian Zhuang looked at him distressedly and asked cautiously: "How have you been doing these past few years?"

"pretty good."

Only Qian Zhuang knows how much bitterness is contained in these three words of plainness.

Although the people who experienced the fire survived the disaster, they all left large and small shadows. There were not a few people who lived like this in his family.

Aning was the last one to be rescued back then. I heard that his injuries were not serious. He was not yet five years old at the time, so I don't know how he survived.

“I don’t know what sins we committed in our previous lives, but God is going to punish us like this in this life.”

The compensation money given by the government has long been used up on his wife, and all their family assets have also been subsidized. It is still a drop in the bucket. He can only continue to work in his old job, and every extra point he can earn is a penny.

There is nothing more to wish for in this life, just to be able to breathe.

Rong Xianning glanced at the dilapidated building: "Didn't you tell me that this place is going to be demolished? Why are you still living here?"

Qian Zhuang sighed: "It was said that it was going to be demolished, but for some reason there was no news suddenly. It's only one more day that I can live here."

After the fire that year, the building was severely damaged and had no repair value. The government originally contracted a builder to rebuild the place, but for some reason there was no news later. He and some people who had nowhere to go. The victims united and asked the engineering team to renovate the place. At least they could live in it. It was much more cost-effective than buying a new house. Later, the house became a dangerous building and the victims moved away one after another. Only he, day after day, Stay here year after year.

For those who leave, staying in a familiar place will trigger those terrible memories. Only by going to a new place can you have the courage to start over.

Rong Xianning shook his head: "This place can no longer be lived in, you'd better move out as soon as possible."

"The neighborhood office has also come to urge me many times. I will move out as soon as I find a house."

Qian Zhuang was only in his early forties, but he looked like he was in his fifties or sixties looking at the vicissitudes of life. At this moment, his weathered face showed a bit of embarrassment. What else did Rong Xianning not understand? He took out his mobile phone: "Uncle Qian, what is your mobile phone number?"

Qian Zhuang subconsciously reported his mobile phone number, "Aning, what do you want to do?"

Rong Xianning saved her number and said, "I'll contact you later."

"Oh ok."

Rong Xianning put away her phone and walked deeper into the corridor.

Qian Zhuang hurriedly went up and grabbed him: "Aning, what are you doing? You can't go there."

He was afraid that Aning would think of some bad memories.

Rong Xianning said calmly: "Uncle Qian, I'm not that fragile."

He walked into the darkness without looking back.

207 was the most severely damaged by the explosion, and there was no need to repair it, so some traces of the fire of that year still remain.

Rong Xianning held up his mobile phone, and the strong light from the flashlight illuminated the area.

The broken walls and ruins are shocking.

This is where my grandmother fell.

He walked to the balcony, and the security window still had the small hole through which he escaped.

It was here that the firefighter uncle sent him out and saved his life, but he himself was buried in the flames.

He would never forget the last look in the fireman's uncle's eyes.

I was so sad that I almost couldn't breathe.

He bent down.

The surroundings were too quiet, so the sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer, coming slowly from far to near.