After escaping Zhao Jun's funeral, I returned to the hotel.

When I opened the door with my keycard, I saw a heartbreaking scene.

Biubiu in the corner was lying on his side in the cage, his body twitching, and it was impossible to look at it directly.

I lifted Biubiu out of its cage and found its little mouth slightly open, with the occasional high-pitched scream or two.

Hearing the biubiu scream, my brain was completely bombarded, I have heard others say that rabbits only bark twice in their life, the first time is at birth and the second time is when they die.

I took out my phone and wanted to call Fang Wenke, but when I opened the phone screen, I remembered that we had just broken up.

I called Liang Xue, and Liang Xue said that she would go to the veterinary hospital now to ask for a solution.

I crouched on the ground and watched Biubiu dying and struggling, I wanted to save it, but I couldn't.

Obviously he was fine when he got up in the morning, and he didn't show any signs of illness, so why did Biubiu suddenly do this?

Could it be that God is deliberately playing tricks on me? Taking away Zhao Jun doesn't count, it forced me and Fang Wenke away, and now I don't even let go of an animal that can't speak, and the desperate situation is nothing more than that!

Twenty minutes later, Liang Xue returned with a small bag of medicine, which contained several boxes of pills and a syringe.

"How? Have you explained the situation of Biubiu to the veterinarian? ”

"Be mentally prepared, the veterinarian said that Biubiu has coccidiosis, which can only be prevented, not cured. These pills are only for pain relief, but I think it's better to try them. Liang Xue looked at me sadly, and then poured out the medicine in the plastic bag.

Liang Xue first ground the pills into powder, and then put the powder into a cup of warm boiled water.

When the powder was almost melted, Liang Xue sucked up the potion with a syringe.

I held the convulsive Biubiu in my arms, gently pinched its small mouth, Liang Xue pointed the syringe at Biubiu's small mouth, and then injected the medicine into it little by little.

However, at this time, Biubiu may not be able to eat anything, and the potion injected into it is constantly spit out by Biubiu, and it can absorb too little.

Looking at this desperate scene, I really feel that life is terrible.

Five minutes later, it may be that the potion has worked, or it may have come to an end for Biubiu's life.

Biubiu, who was lying on her side on the ground, suddenly quieted down, no longer twitching, no longer screaming, its eyes blinking, and its breathing gradually became calmer.

I thought it came back to life, I thought it fended off the virus, and after five minutes, I realized how stupid I was.

Coming back to the light, this idiom also works for animals.

Biubiu, who had been quiet for a while, twitched again after enjoying a moment of comfort. This time, more serious than any of them just now.

I wanted to stop its pain, my tears were in my eyes, and I wanted to suffer for it.

In the end, Biubiu stiffened the body with a scream, and it remained lying on its side, with the residue of the white drug remaining at the corners of its mouth.

When I picked it up again, it was as light as a feather, its body cold, and its limbs stiff.

This is the first time I have come into contact with a corpse, is it the same for Zhao Jun, he was light when he came, and he was resolutely light when he left.

I didn't keep Zhao Jun, I didn't keep Wen Ke, I didn't keep Biubiu, all the people and things with memories disappeared with Zhao Jun's death, is this fate, that's too cruel.

After Biubiu died, Liang Xue and I buried Biubiu, and the place of burial was chosen in a wooded place, where the soil was very moist, there were many flowers and plants, at least Biubiu would not be lonely.

After burying the biubiu, I went directly to the mobile business hall to cancel the phone number, and then replaced it with a new one.

I also canceled all my online accounts, in order to completely forget about Fang Wenke.

I know I'm acting too impulsively, but if I don't push myself, I'm afraid I'll never let go.

What is frustrating is that Fang Wenke did not come back to me, after Zhao Jun's funeral, he returned to the United States with the pain of losing his brother and the grief of losing his love.

After he returned to the United States this time, he was completely imprisoned by Fang Yun, and he was controlled step by step.

He has no freedom, no time to play, all his life is according to plan, and there is no time for sadness, which is probably the charm of busyness.

Because time is pressing, there is no time to think about it, and because I don't want to be sad, no one lifts the scars.

We live in our respective prisons, and we have no worries about safety.

The contact between me and Fang Wenke was also cut off, and no effort was spared.

This summer, I still returned to my home in the countryside, helping my mother watch the small shop every day, and playing with my uncle's little brother at night.

This holiday season, my phone has also become much quieter, and there is no hotline as before.

I often think about what was right and wrong in my free time, but no matter how careful I think, I can't take the current conclusion to overturn the past, which is called regret.

Later, I found out that a lot of love cannot be fulfilled, so it was called vigorous. Although Fang Wenke and I are not dead or alive, we are also unforgettable. There are many fragments, many memories, that I can't let go.

In the month after the breakup, I spent so much time thinking about Fang Wenke, I wanted to tell him that I regretted it, but I couldn't find any way to contact him, and I couldn't find an excuse to get back to him.

We are all stubborn, wounded in our self-righteousness.

Youth is like this, the blade rushes at me, the back of the knife is up, as long as you don't pay attention to it, I will be hurt by you.

When you see my blood flowing like a river, your heart hurts, but it's me, not you, who is bruised all over your body.

The heartache can be soothed, and the body is scarred.

Every time I bow my head, the scar enters the eye first, followed by heartache. But what about you? If time fades, the heartbreak is buried, and the pain is no more.

I will complain about Fang Wenke's incomprehensible amorous feelings, and I will also hate his no longer contact, if I really loved, how could I be so ruthless?

I forced myself, silently thought to myself, he didn't love me, he didn't love me??? I want to let myself go, I want to give myself freedom, because it is not the chrysalis that breaks out of the cocoon and becomes a butterfly, but the butterfly.

I have to make myself strong to make others feel at ease.

I kept telling myself that from now on, even without him, I would have to live well.