Shuanglang took the phone and opened it suspiciously, and the news picture showed a small car that had been hit. It is said that a woman was in the car at the time, and the man who was traveling with her got out of the car to buy water, and only then did he escape. The woman, who was sitting in the passenger seat playing with her mobile phone, flew out of the shattered windshield and is still being treated.

Shuang Lang flipped through the news and shook his head with pity.

"Don't look at this, it affects the mood. Han Mo put her phone's lock screen aside. Poured two glasses of chilled orange juice and warm lemon honey water for himself and Shuanglang. He pulled out a Scandinavian-style black leather chair and asked Shuanglang to sit down.

The two faced each other and tasted the breakfast they had just gone abroad.

The fresh salmon retains its original flavor and the tender eggs are scrambled.

Shuang Lang relaxed, ready to chat about some light topics, the phone vibrated and a string of unfamiliar numbers appeared on the screen. Thinking it was a matter of a working client, she picked it up casually: "Hello, who is it?"

Empty corridors, unfamiliar, serious voices.

"May I ask if it's Tang Xiaoxiao's family, the patient was in a car accident and is in critical condition and is being rescued. Please come to 330 Hospital. The head nurse was also very anxious. Tang Xiaoxiao, covered in blood, had been pushed into the emergency room.

Shuang Lang put down his mobile phone, suddenly woke up and wore a thin skirt and a windbreaker jacket from yesterday, and looked at Han Mo anxiously: "Go to the hospital, send me." ”

Han Mo heard the conversation just now, and he didn't have time to clean it up, so the two of them hurriedly rushed to the hospital. Shuang Lang didn't say a word along the way, but he could feel her nervousness and despair. The news photo taken by a passer-by was just seen by two people, with blood all over the ground and a small car that had shrunk into a ball.

I panicked and arrived at the hospital, and the lights in the emergency room had just gone out.

The doctor shook his head and said, "We did our best." ”

The police sat on the sidelines and waited and told Shuanglang about the drunk driving of the large truck and crashing into the car. Han Mo ran five red lights in a row, and galloped all the way to the hospital at speed, but he was still one step late.

But what if it's early?

Any resurrection?

Shuang Lang opened his mouth, tears flowing silently from his eyes. Her eyes were blood-red and her pupils were blank. I can't say anything to seek comfort. All this happened too fast, obviously the two of them were still frolicking and eating two days ago, and they saw her photo yesterday.

Why is she missing in an instant?

Shuanglang's heart hurts, and he finally found his only blood relative, and he hasn't lived together, and he hasn't gone shopping and watching movies with sisterly love, and all the beautiful visions came to an abrupt end. I originally came to Beijing this time to live with my sister for a while after work, who would have expected this kind of thing to happen.

Tang Xiaoxiao's smiling face flashed in Shuanglang's mind one by one.

Like a black hole, her heart was cold, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Han Mo looked at her distressedly, like a helpless deer. He took her into his arms and stroked her shoulders and hair. She didn't speak, but the warmth of her palm was transmitted to her heart. She didn't move, her eyes closed, tears wetting his entire right shoulder.

Tang Xiaoxiao's body was pushed out by the doctor, covered with a white cloth.

Han Mo took a hearty hand, wanting to give her a little strength to face it.

She lifted the white cloth and looked at her sister's face, and wept. Her heart contracted suddenly, and she fell to the ground all of a sudden, her eyes were dark, her throat seemed to be sparks splashing and burning, she couldn't breathe, and fainted directly.

"Shuanglang!"

The heavy rain of autumn pounded the glass of the hospital, and the rumbling thunder muffled Han Mo's panicked shouts.

When he woke up, Shuang Lang saw Han Mo sitting beside him, his face was a little tired and nervous. Seeing that Shuang Lang finally opened his eyes, he smiled and said, "Awake?"

"Are you feeling better?"

"What's wrong with me?" Shuang Lang looked at him, and then looked out the window at the already deep night.

Han Mo stroked her infusion injury through the quilt: "You have been too tired and too sad recently. ”

Shuang Lang was startled, and his brain was broken, "What about my sister!"

Han Mo shook his head, and he whispered, "Shuanglang." Looking at her red eyes, Han Mo's heart seemed to be pinched fiercely. Hearing the news of Tang Xiaoxiao's death in a car accident, his pupils instinctively contracted.

Tang Xiaoxiao, Zhang Bingwen, Shuanglang, and ......

It seems that there is always a hasty bunch of things gathered together and unrelated, but there seems to be a faint causal connection.

However, the deceased is gone.

Now the first thing is that the comfort is so refreshing, and it can be regarded as a comfort for Tang Xiaoxiao, who has passed away.

"I'm going to see her!" she lifted the covers and got out of bed, trying to rush out. The thin skirt in the morning couldn't stand the sudden cooling, and goosebumps rose on her body. Shuanglang is a girl who doesn't dare to watch ghost movies, but she is not afraid at all when she walks in the gloomy underground morgue.

Han Mo draped her clothes behind him.

"How is that possible...... Why is she so miserable, I gave her a lot of gifts on her birthday, hoping to make up for the lack of these years. I thought that I would be able to move together and live happily in the future...... Without Tang Xiaoxiao, I really have no one left. How could it be......" she muttered, looking at Tang Xiaoxiao's cold corpse.

The smoky makeup on her face had been stained with blood, and her face still looked terrified and painful. Time was frozen at this moment, which caught Shuanglang off guard. Her shoulders twitched slightly, and her whole body swayed.

He suddenly turned around and asked Han Mo, "What about that person?"

"Who?"

"Didn't you say that there was a gentleman with you? Who is that, Zhang Bingwen?" said Heartily screamed.

Han Mo: "No. It's another male friend who has already followed the police back to make a record. ”

An idea flashed in Shuanglang's heart, she originally expected it to be Zhang Bingwen, but it turned out to have nothing to do with him. She frowned, took Tang Xiaoxiao's cold hand, and couldn't help trembling. She suddenly remembered the time when her sister committed suicide, and kept saying that she still loved him.

"Shuanglang. Han Mo shouted.

"Go away. ”

She suddenly became cold.

Han Mo was stunned for half a beat, because her voice was full of blame and resentment.

"What's wrong?"

"I'll let you go!"

Shuanglang felt that if it weren't for the fact that during their quarrel, he was unknowingly too close to Han Mo and misunderstood his sister, then the two of them would still be tired and crooked together. And his sister will definitely not be entangled with others on the trip, and she will not encounter this car accident.

I can't blame others, I can only blame myself.