More than a dozen students escorted the two elderly people to the door of the intensive care unit, and through the window, Zhao Fangyun, Little Apple's mother, burst into tears, her teeth bit her lips, and blood flowed down the corners of her mouth.

Little Apple's father, Wu Qiguo, had a sleek, thin face covered with wrinkles like ravines and ruts. The deep-set eyes showed a sad and confused gaze, and the chapped hands seemed to have been air-dried for a long time, and the dirt left in the cracks could no longer be washed away.

And because of the perennial labor, the five fingers, which are much thicker than ordinary people, are tightly clenched into fists. He tried his best to control his emotions, but in the end he couldn't help it, and cried in a suppressed voice, tears flowing down the old, furrowed face. The already rickety body bent down again.

In fact, Apple's parents are not very old, not yet fifty years old. It is because of living in poverty, engaging in heavy physical work all year round, exposure to wind and sun, and the pressure of life that makes them look much older than their actual age, like old people in their sixties and seventies.

"How so, how can this be. Zhao Yunfang never dreamed that her well-behaved, sensible and filial daughter could become like this.

"Auntie!" several girls cried with Zhao Yunfang, "Don't worry, Apple will definitely be fine, it will definitely be fine." ”

Little Apple, a girl who came out of the mountains, is always so confident, so flying, and sometimes she walks like a child. You can never see sadness in her, she has always been so simple, even if she came out of the mountains and entered this filthy and sinister red dust, she always maintained that spotless heart.

So her popularity in the class is quite good, whether you are a man or a woman, whether you are a rich second generation or an official second generation, whether you are arrogant or cold, when you face her bright smile, when you see the small dimples on her round face, there are no worries.

Now that she committed suicide by jumping off the building, no one from her classmates or teachers believed that such a cheerful and lively girl who liked to help people very much could commit suicide.

Yang Pengfei's tears rolled in his eyes, this obscene and cheerful fat man, this was the first time he had shed tears when he grew up.

"Is the hotel where my uncle and aunt are staying?"

Wang Yu took out a cigarette in his pocket, but thinking that this was a hospital, he put the cigarette in his pocket again.

"It's arranged, it's the hotel opposite the hospital. Then he yawned tiredly, "What does the doctor say?"

Yang Pengfei said: "The situation is not too optimistic, and we will observe it after the danger period has passed." ”

At this time, a beautiful girl who can be 1.7 meters tall, with short ear-length hair and wearing a vest and hot pants, walked over.

"Follow me to the hotel where Apple jumped off the building. The girl's accent in Shenhu Mandarin was unquestionable.

"What are you going to do?" Wang Yu frowned.

The girl wiped her red and swollen eyes, gritted her snow-white and neat teeth, and said hatefully: "I don't believe that Little Apple jumped off the building, I want to investigate it clearly." ”

Seeing that neither of them spoke, the girl stomped her foot angrily, "If you don't go, I'll go." ”

"Qi Yan, don't make any more trouble, we will be free to plan. Yang Pengfei grabbed the girl.

"Plans?" Qi Yan shook off Yang Pengfei and took her hand, "What can you do?"