On the road, Meng Liuchen deliberately slowed down the speed of the car to a very slow speed, when he went to the racecourse before, he hoped that Qiao Yixia could tell him where Lu Xifei might go, but now, when he was getting closer and closer to her, he didn't know how to face her. Or rather, I don't know how to comfort her with my own clumsy words.

Of course, he will not forget this city, it was in this city that he met his sister for the first time, for the first time, the so-called father, mother and sister who were related to him by blood. Meng Qianqian is not much different from what he imagined, she looks beautiful, but she is very rude, as if she is afraid that she will rob her of the status of the little princess.

At that time, he was not particularly happy in Australia, but he was barely prosperous, his aunt would give him a lot of living expenses, he didn't have to go out to work, he traveled every day, decadent, but not annoyed. Later, his aunt brought him back to China, and the first person he saw was Helan Qiubai, Helan Qiubai preconceived and told him a lot, for a while, he didn't know whether to love or hate Luxi Fei, but he just felt that Helan Qiubai was indeed worthy of sympathy for the events of ten years ago. But when he saw Lu Xiyu for the first time, he realized that what had tormented him for so many years was not the regret caused by the lack of family affection, but a deep sense of guilt derived from his own life experience.

He is so unfortunate in this life, maybe it is because he caused too much evil in his previous life. Only when all the debts owed in this life are paid off can you have a chance to be happy in the next life.

By the time we reached the bottom of the mountain, the sun was already about to set. With a lunch box in his hand, he walked deeper.

Before coming, Qiao Yixia gave him the key, so he walked straight into the fence and into the room.

The room was dark, the curtains were drawn, and there was almost no light. The atmosphere was eerie and eerie, and he couldn't help but gasp. He fumbled to turn on the chandelier, only to hear the man say, "Don't move." ”

Immediately after, the light of the candle gradually made Meng Liuchen get used to it, he walked over to her and whispered, "Sister." ”

Her hair was loose, she wore a cream-white sweater on top and a pair of dark black jeans underneath, as if she had been sitting for too long, and stumbled when she got up. She glanced at him and walked straight to the Bogujia on the right side of the stairs. She skillfully took down a bottle of wine, the light was too dim, Meng Liuchen couldn't tell whether it was red wine or beer.

I just heard her say, "Come here." ”

Meng Liuchen followed her to the bar counter on the other side of the kitchen, looked at the rising red liquid in the goblet in front of her, and pursed her lips: "Sister, today is the winter solstice, I brought you dumplings." ”

She only hummed faintly: "Drink some wine with me." ”

said that she was drinking with her, but other than that, she completely ignored his storage, didn't say a word, and poured herself wine one by one. After the red wine was drunk, he went to get the white wine, the excessive degree and scorching taste of the white wine, Meng Liuchen would still be drunk, not to mention Lu Xifei.

"You don't drink any more." He clenched his fists and looked at her with a frown.

But she ignored him and drank to herself. He simply snatched the cup directly, and the liquid soaked the wool carpet with the sound of glass shattering. She glared at him, but she was not annoyed, so she simply picked up the bottle and drank it. Meng Liuchen took a rough breath and threw the wine bottle out a long way. Luci got up and wanted to go to Bogujia again.

Meng Liuchen raised his hand and slapped her face hard, perhaps unexpectedly, perhaps because the alcohol had made her dizzy, she took a few steps back, and then fell to the ground.

She seemed to wake up in an instant, slowly stood up, and approached him step by step. There were sharp daggers hidden in those eyes, and they emitted a cold light, just as he had seen her for the first time. There was a red mark on the right side of her face, and Meng Liuchen saw it in her heart and felt pain in her heart. Before she could speak, he slapped himself in the face several times.

"It's my fault for beating my sister, I apologize to you for these slaps. But I don't regret it. ”

Lucy sneered, her messy hair covered her left eye, and there was a thick black shadow under her right eye, but even so, it couldn't weaken her innate royal temperament, she looked into his eyes, full of disdain and sarcasm: "Who do you think you are?" Can a sister replace Lu Shuye? ”

"Then look at the way you look now!" Meng Liuchen was not frightened by her at all, but roared, his eyes were full of red bloodshots, "It's better to die than to live like this?" Do you think I'm really afraid of you, for so long, the reason why I'm 'afraid' of you is not because you are a young lady of the Lu family, not because you are a professor that everyone respects, not because of how great you are, I am afraid of you, because you are my sister, and you deserve my care. ”

"There's no place for you to teach me here."

"So does Lu Shuye have it?" Meng Liuchen looked at her intently, and said sonorously, he stepped forward and pinched her shoulder, bursting into tears, "He has already ended his life for you, is this how you repay him, you made his sacrifice meaningless." ”

She stood in place stunned as if she was stupid, he approached her step by step and held her shoulder: "You can not be for anyone, but for Lu Shuye, for the sake of Helan Qiubai, who has been widowed for ten years, for them, please live well." ”

Her eyes were bright but lost, and she took a few steps back, looking fully conscious, and she slowly crouched on the ground, her head clutched deep into the crook of her arm. The candles burned out, and the whole room fell into a strange darkness again, but this time Meng Liuchen was no longer afraid. He closed his eyes and felt the darkness with his true heart.

"I'm sorry for her."

He squatted down and reached out to brush her hair: "Actually, sister-in-law, she also cares about you." Moreover, losing your eldest brother, you suffer no less than her. ”

"'As long as you're not happy, that's enough,' she once said to me, but I couldn't do it."

"So, what about Yixia......"

mentioned Qiao Yixia, although it was only for a moment, Meng Liuchen still saw the tenderness that flashed in her eyes, and that tenderness was mixed with indescribable love, which was intoxicating. She raised her head and stared at the ceiling infatuatedly: "With her, I can't be unhappy." But with me, she will never be happy again. ”

Meng Liuchen's nose was sour, and he almost burst into tears, he shook his head fiercely: "What are you...... What a stupid thing you said. Aren't you the smartest, youngest and most promising female doctor in the Lu family, what female doctor would say such stupid things......"

"If I could turn back time, I wouldn't have returned to China."

"It is said that the female doctor is hard-hearted, I have seen it today, how can you do this, sister, if you don't return to China, how can you meet me? Who am I going to pester again? So, how can you not come back? He tried to joke, but when he said it, he realized that no matter how funny it was, it would only increase sentimentality.

In Meng Liuchen's memory, they sat on the ground together for a long time that day, without speaking, just sitting like that. Compared with the old sister who was always domineering and aggressive, he found that the woman who would be fragile and sad was her truest appearance.

"Let's go."

Meng Liuchen didn't lie down, nodded, and got up. He knew that even if the tiger was injured, it was still the king of beasts. He couldn't force her. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the dining table: "That's what she packed." ”

As he reached the door, he turned his head and glanced at her from afar.

"She's not doing well, she's not doing well."

Lucy got up from the ground, walked to the dining table, opened the lunch box, and looked at the petite and delicate appearance of the dumplings, and couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth. When she first taught her to make dumplings, she always couldn't make them, but now her skills are getting better and better. The dumplings were already cold, and Lu Xifei didn't heat them up, for fear of losing her taste. One bite after another, she actually couldn't eat anything, and she had just drunk too much wine, and her stomach was churning terribly. Qiao Yixia seemed to be afraid that she would not be able to eat enough, so she cooked a lot, a lot.

Lucy covered her mouth to keep herself from vomiting from regurgitation. On the one hand, her stomach was overloaded, but on the other hand, she still ate every dumpling she cooked.

Bean-sized tears rolled down into the dumpling soup, perhaps because it was too hot, adding a little warmth to the cold soup level. Ten years later, the accident ten years ago, she never cried again, and for a long time, she even thought that nothing would make her cry again. Thousands of days and nights later, what touched her heart again was a bowl of cold dumplings.

However, ten years, has it really been ten years?

For a week after that day, Qiao Yixia had a high fever that did not go away, and Meng Liuchen and Lan Xuewu would take turns to take care of her when they had time. About eight days later, on that day, Qiao Yixia's body temperature, which had a tendency to subside, rose to a high temperature of 40C, and even spoke, and Meng Liuchen finally sent her unconscious to the hospital.

"Auntie, don't worry too much, my sister will be fine." Lan Xuewu hugged Qiao's mother's shoulders and comforted softly.

"I shouldn't have pushed her."

"Uncle, it's not your fault, and I'm sure my sister won't blame you either."

Qiao Yihai sighed, turned around and walked out of the ward.

"Who is it? How have you been calling my sister. Qiao Yixia's mobile phone was held by Meng Liuchen, originally for her to have a good rest, they turned on the vibration, after all, they are outsiders, and it is not good to answer the phone for her.

"It's written about Shang Lu." Meng Liuchen said.

"Give it to me." I don't know if it's a dream or waking up, the eyes of the three of them are focused on Qiao Yixia's body. Meng Liuchen was stunned, but still gave her the phone.

didn't take into account the shouts of Qiao's mother and Lan Xuewu, Qiao's father's chase, and even Meng Liuchen, a young and strong boy in his twenties, couldn't keep up with her pace, how could a woman with a high fever have so much energy? Will run so fast. She grabbed the car keys on her mobile phone and ran straight to the parking lot, where Meng Liuchen drove another car and chased closely behind.

"! Something will happen! When driving to an intersection, Meng Liuchen slapped the steering wheel hard, and he witnessed Qiao Yixia cross the red light and disappear into the sea of people regardless of it.

Finally, she arrived.

"Sister Yi Xia......"

"What about people?" She looked at Shang Lu's dodging eyes, looked at the fire that had not been completely extinguished, looked at the firefighters coming in and out, and rushed inside.

"Sister Yi Xia, calm down! We're trying to find it! Shang Lu hugged her tightly from behind, preventing her from breaking free.

"Let go!" But when people's feelings are out of control, how can others stop them.

Qiao Yixia broke free from him and rushed forward desperately, being tightly shackled by the rest of the police officers. Bai Ying ran over from the front, she didn't have the heart to take care of Shang Lu, she just pulled those police officers away and hugged her tightly: "Sister Yi Xia, you believe me, Professor Lu will be fine." ”

In her arms, Qiao Yixia gradually softened and slowly collapsed to the ground, Bai Ying was so uncomfortable, but she couldn't say more comforting words, Qiao Yixia stood up suddenly, shouted at the heaven and earth.

"Cang Cang!"

Bai Ying has worked with her for several years, and in Bai Ying's impression, Qiao Yixia is a heroine who sheds blood, sweat and tears, sheds skin and flesh and does not fall behind, and the word crying is far, far away from her, as if she should stand on the top of that high mountain and smile at the wind and clouds. But that night, with the gradual calming of the mountains and the blackened ruins, she wept.