Wu Qing finally spoke, and there was a deserved calmness in his voice.

She said, "Thank you, Sister An, I have done my best. ”

She has tried her best, but the world still refuses to accept her.

An Jiujiu stood up and said as he walked out, "What's wrong? What's going on? Are you at school? I'm coming to see you, okay? I haven't seen what your school looks like, can you show me around?"

What is our school like?

Wu Qing raised her eyes and felt that her vision was blurry and she couldn't see clearly, so she lowered her eyes and replied, "It's the same as me, it's not good-looking." ”

She hung up the phone.

She looked down, then slowly lifted her legs, one foot out, the other out, and she sat on the windowsill.

The studio was on the eighth floor, sitting like this, the wind was blowing harder, and Wu Qing's hair was all blown away, revealing her whole face, full of freckles and unsightly.

She originally thought that she had finally met the hope of life, but she didn't expect that after that, there would be an abyss.

Wu Qing felt that he couldn't breathe, and he wanted to cry but couldn't.

The bell rang for the end of class.

Students came out one after another downstairs.

Suddenly, a girl raised her head, pointed to the eighth floor and screamed, "That person won't want to jump off the building!"

The surrounding students raised their heads to look at the net, and the people sitting by the window hung their legs out, looking blankly ahead.

The pot exploded underneath, and someone started calling the teacher for help.

There were also people who shouted at her to come down, not to sit on it, saying that it was dangerous there, and to let her come down and talk about something.

At that moment, Wu Qing suddenly burst into tears.

It turns out that at such a moment, there will be people who care about her.

But it was too late, she was really tired of living, she couldn't help but do nothing, she was like grass without roots, but when it fell on that land, it could not grow new shoots and flowers, no soil would nourish her, and as soon as the rain fell, she would become dilapidated, pitiful and ridiculous.

An Jiujiu wanted to say something, but the phone had been hung up, she fed a few times, but there was no reply, and she was even more anxious, so she asked Xu Yi to send herself to Wu Qing's school quickly.

Wu Qing once told her that she is now learning to paint, and she has to go there every afternoon, and the studio is facing the playground and next to the teaching building.

An Jiujiu rushed to the school and asked someone to inquire briefly, the studios of No. 1 Middle School were all in the same building, and An Jiujiu quickly learned the direction of the studio, so he went there.

Halfway through the road, separated by one or two hundred meters, I saw a crowd of people under the studio, a group of people were talking about something, and some of the hands pointing high reached out in the same direction, and the wine was good.

Focusing her gaze, she saw a student sitting by the window of the studio, looking like Wu Qing.

An Jiujiu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly quickened his pace.

But with every step she took, she saw more clearly, and her heart was clenched tighter, like a building block built by Shushu, uneasy and towering.

Wu Qing couldn't see anything clearly when she cried, her face was stiff and painful due to the wind, she remembered all the thorns over the years, the ridiculed faces of her classmates, He Yan's triumphant look, the teacher's ignorance without care, her parents' eyes that hated iron and steel, and her own humble and ugly and ridiculous appearance.

An Jiujiu gritted his teeth, his whole body began to tremble, his palms were drenched in cold sweat, and he couldn't even speak.

It's Wu Qing.

The fear and anxiety in her heart continued to amplify, and she walked downstairs and asked Xu Yi to support herself, wanting to run downstairs.

But at that moment, she heard a thud.

Then, a bunch of people screamed behind him: "Ah!"

An Jiujiu's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and she was cold and stiff, and she didn't even dare to turn her head back.

"What should I do!

"Call an ambulance!"

"She's not going to die, is she?"

The lawn must have just been renovated, the grass on it was lush, and there were a few daffodils planted on it, and the smell of earth and flowers mixed with the smell of blood wafted out, giving off an eerie smell.

When An Jiujiu turned around, the lawn was already densely surrounded by people, and she wanted to go over to take a look, but she couldn't move, and her tears fell unwillingly, drop by drop, all over her face.

By the time she came to her senses, the ambulance had arrived.

The doctor asked if there was any accompanying person, but none of the students stood up, and An Jiujiu walked out of the crowd and took out his lawyer's card: "I am her lawyer." ”

The surrounding students looked at her curiously, but she didn't look at it, only saw that under her feet, Wu Qing's blood was all over the ground.

She gritted her teeth, got into the ambulance, and instructed Xu Yi to contact Si Linshen.

Wu Qing would not suddenly jump off the building, she must find out about this matter.

The doctor was doing first aid in the car, An Jiujiu sat on the side, and saw that Wu Qing's school uniform was full of dust, and it was tattered as if it had been torn by someone, and her hair was also torn messy, mixed with bloodstains, which made her heartache.

What did she go through today to make everything she had done before undone.

What kind of pressure and despair pushed her up to the window and jumped down desperately.

An Jiujiu closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look again.

After a while, she heard the sound of the machine, she opened her eyes, saw that the doctor let go of the hand placed on Wu Qing's body, and then said: "At 12:30 and 24 seconds on May 17, 2020, the patient Wu Qing died after rescue efforts failed. ”

An Jiujiu's head was coaxed, she almost couldn't believe her ears, she looked at the doctor, and tried for a long time before she spoke: "What did you say?"

The doctor looked at her helplessly and pityingly: "Condolences." ”

How to mourn?

A good child, she has worked so hard, she once felt that she tried so hard to live, but in just one day, she died in her present, how can she mourn?

The distance from the school to the hospital is not long, and it takes five minutes to get there by direct train.

An Jiujiu got out of the car, and the wind blew immediately, making her a little dizzy and unable to stand.

But for five minutes, it was windy again, and for some reason, she was sweating.

Wu Qing had already swallowed her breath, and the doctor was powerless to return to the sky, so several people carried her and pushed her straight to the morgue, waiting for the follow-up work arrangement.

The wheels whirled on the ground, rubbing against the ground and gurgling, and passers-by automatically gave way to the road.

An Jiujiu was still standing in place, feeling that her head was very headache, she closed her eyes for a while, turned around and wanted to follow in, and the moment she looked down, she saw that Wu Qing didn't know when the blood dripping on the back of her hand had condensed.

A crimson piece, like a red eye, looked at her, silently and desperately asked her why he didn't save her.

The corridor leading to the morgue in the hospital was long and gloomy, with rows of blue chairs placed outside, and An Jiujiu stood at the door of the morgue, and when she saw the hospital staff cleaning up Wu Qing's body, she paused, not daring to take a step forward.

This girl, the girl she's been trying to get her to recover and trying to make her grow, jumped off the building.