T City Central Hospital. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Pan Jicheng was really tired, he drove non-stop for ten hours, and he had only rested for a few hours before, and even the iron man was going to be exhausted. What's more, he didn't ask Huang Mingyue for anything at all.

What a loss-making deal! Pan Jicheng smiled self-deprecatingly, what take advantage of the void to enter, see his ghost! Miss Huang is solid, he is really powerless.

"Mingyue, get out of the car!"

Huang Mingyue, who was sitting upright, seemed to have suddenly woken up from a big dream, and she turned her head out of the car window. T City Central Hospital doesn't really feel like a hospital, but like a big garden.

"Where?"

Pan Jicheng resisted the urge to hold his forehead, is Huang Mingyue sad and stupid? If she is really stupid, even if she is the daughter of the king of heaven, he will really be blessed.

"Let's go see my uncle first."

Huang Mingyue frowned in disgust: "Didn't he only suffer a little skin injury?" "The implication is that it's nothing to look at.

Since Pan Jicheng told her that Huang Yiqing and Huang Mingchuan were in the same car to go back to S Town, Huang Mingyue suddenly became a little unsure. If Huang Mingchuan is the only one, Pan Lizhen is really very likely to come up with some tricks - however, there is still Huang Yiqing in the car. One is prosperous, and one is lost, Huang Mingyue feels that Pan Lizhen is not sure enough to get rid of Huang Yiqing and stand on her own, so she should not take risks.

Could it really be just a car accident?

Pan Jicheng kindly persuaded: "Uncle and aunt, they are all waiting for you!" ”

"Let them wait, they've been waiting for so long anyway, it's not too long." Huang Mingyue's expression was faint, and a trace of boredom flashed between her eyebrows. At this time, she really doesn't have the energy or mood to cooperate with them to play the role of father and son.

Pan Jicheng was a little surprised, he really didn't understand Huang Mingyue's brain circuit. It stands to reason that Huang Mingchuan is gone, and Huang Mingyue, who is the most dispensable in the Huang family, shouldn't he work harder to curry favor with Huang Yiqing? You must know that Huang Yiqing is Huang Mingyue's biggest reliance in the Huang family.

"That ......"

"I want to go see Mingchuan first."

Pan Jicheng choked: "Mingchuan, in the morgue." "In the end, it's still a difference between intimacy and intimacy.

Huang Mingyue pushed the car door and got out of the sports car. I don't know if it's because I've been sitting for a long time, or if I haven't eaten blood sugar is too low, Huang Mingyue's eyes darkened, and her whole body shook for a while, and she almost fell. She quickly held on to the car.

"Mingyue, are you okay?" Pan Jicheng hurriedly came out and helped her.

Huang Mingyue was already emaciated after suffering a gunshot wound from a convenience store and has never been able to recover. This will help her, Pan Jicheng only feels that she is like a paper man made of paper, and the wind blows and floats away. In the sunlight, her lips were almost bloodless, her eyebrows were dazzlingly black, her cheeks were slightly sunken, and her whole person had an astonishing morbid beauty. This kind of beauty is completely different from the gentle air that Huang Mingyue presented before, but with a hint of imperceptible fierceness.

"It's fine." Huang Mingyue unceremoniously pushed Pan Jicheng's hand away.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Pan Jicheng really didn't want to go, I heard that Huang Mingchuan was knocked into a mess of flesh and blood, and I felt disgusting when I thought about it.

Huang Mingyue glanced at Pan Jicheng lightly: "No need, thank you!" She wasn't short in the first place, and she had a pair of high heels on her feet, almost reaching Pan Jicheng's eyebrows. There is a fake outsider here, Mingchuan will definitely not like it.

Pan Jicheng stood next to the car, watching Huang Mingyue, who was dressed in black, quickly disappear around the corner of the hospital building, and suddenly felt that her figure was a little lonely. Pan Jicheng's imagination of Huang Mingyue should be grief-stricken, he comforted him in every way, and then she cried and fell into his warm arms - it should be this drama!

……

Three shocking words in the morgue appeared in front of Huang Mingyue's eyes, and Huang Mingyue's heart trembled a few times.

The memories of the previous life are like weeds that have been dormant for a winter, and when they are stirred up by the spring breeze, they become barren. The corpse after Huang Mingchuan's car accident was once a nightmare that she couldn't get rid of, she naively thought that none of this would happen after being reborn, but she didn't expect fate to be so irresistible, no matter what happened in the middle, it still presented its most cruel results in front of her.

Huang Mingyue only felt that her heart was being pinched hard by an invisible big hand, and she was a little out of breath. She stood under the three big words "morgue" and breathed heavily, but her eyes were always dry.

Shen Yunfang's loving voice, which has become ancient, still rings in his ears - Mingyue has loved to cry since she was a child.

She loved to cry since she was a child, because she knew that someone would coax her. Now, the people who coaxed her are gone, who is she crying to, and who will really feel sorry for her?

From then on, she would rather shed blood than shed tears easily.

"Miss, this is a morgue, are you making a mistake?" A somewhat old nurse flashed out from behind the door.

"I'm looking for someone."

The nurse smiled, patted his light brown overalls, and said, "I only have people lying here, and there are no people standing - except for me." ”

Huang Mingyue knew that the nurses in the morgue had been dealing with corpses for many years, and they had blurred the line between life and death, and they would not pay so much attention to what they said.

"Was there a car accident in the early hours of the morning?"

"Yes, tsk, I heard that it was made by a yellow mud truck again." The nurse had no one to talk to, and as soon as he caught someone, the chatterbox opened, "It hit hard, and the whole front of the car was gone!" 120 didn't delay along the way, but the people were out of gas halfway! You say it's not...... Alas, Hades let you die on the third watch, how can he keep you until the fifth watch? ”

Huang Mingyue listened carefully, only to feel that the soles of her feet were a little weak.

The nurse said: "The dead is a young man, only in his twenties, it's a pity!" If you are seventy or eighty years old, forget it, anyway, one foot has already stepped into the coffin, saving the torment of those diseases. You don't know, this person doesn't look like a person anymore, my old Xu has been working in the morgue for more than 20 years, and I haven't seen any car accidents or tragedies. But when carrying that body, I was really a little scared! ”

"What about people?" Huang Mingyue felt that the whole person was in a trance.

The nurse glanced at Huang Mingyue quickly: "Who are you that young man?" ”

"It's my brother."

The nurse glanced at Huang Mingyue sympathetically: "I'll just say, no one has come to see how someone sent it." He hesitated again and again, and said, "However, miss, I advise you to come later, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it." I've already hired a body makeup artist, I'm afraid I'll come over later. This corpse makeup artist is experienced, and even the damaged body can be repaired well! I remember that the year before last, there was an old lady who had half of her head cut off by yellow mud, and he was also ......"

"Which room?"

The nurse was stunned, looked at Huang Mingyue's pale cheeks comparable to a dead corpse, stretched out his finger and nodded inside: "Today, there is only one of your brothers, and there is no one else." ”

Huang Mingyue nodded and walked towards the morgue.

The morgue of T City Central Hospital is a snow-white bungalow, and although there is also greenery around it, I don't know why it may be due to psychological effects, and I feel cold as soon as I get close to it.

A strong smell of formalin and disinfectant water rushed to her nose mercilessly, but Huang Mingyue didn't feel it, her eyes were tightly grasped by the body covered with a white cloth in the middle of the room.

Huang Mingyue stumbled.

Memories of past lives flooded up like a tidal wave.

Hearing the news of Huang Mingchuan's death, Huang Mingyue, who was still wearing an off-the-shoulder evening dress, hurriedly put on a coat and rushed to the emergency room of the hospital. In addition to the white eyes in the emergency room, there is a dazzling red. It was Huang Mingchuan's young blood, viscous as red paint, splashing the floor of the emergency room dripping mottled red.

Huang Mingchuan lay lifeless on the emergency bed, and all kinds of first-aid equipment had not had time to be removed from him. His head was a blur, and his features were haphazardly put together from the violent impact. The smell of blood was in the air.

Huang Mingyue only glanced at it, and before she could cry, she collapsed to the ground softly.

……

"Miss, are you alright?"

Huang Mingyue turned around, she seemed to have been asked many times, "It's okay", she has something! She wanted to accuse, to complain, to fight back - but she didn't know to whom to vent her resentment and reluctance.

Therefore, she can only be "okay", "okay" for the time being.

The nurse hesitated and said, "Otherwise, you should wait for other relatives to come and watch together." ”

Huang Mingyue's face became more and more pale, but her expression gradually became clearer: "No one will come to see him again, except me." ”

The nurse pouted and stopped talking. I heard that this young man is someone from the Huang Group, it seems that the origin is not small, and the things in this kind of wealthy family cannot be speculated by common sense, I am afraid that there are some flowers here. The nurse glanced at Huang Mingyue again, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised, ordinary people are not crying when they come here, and those who are stronger will also have red eyes, this young lady really doesn't see any difference except for her frightening white face. It seems that I really ate radishes first and didn't worry about it.

"If something calls me, I'll be outside."

……

In his previous life, when Huang Mingyue woke up, the traffic police had already closed the case for "drunk driving".

Huang Mingyue was so sad that she didn't expect to do an autopsy, and she didn't have this concept at all. She recuperated in the hospital for three days because of excessive sadness, Pan Lizhen and Huang Anna greeted her with warmth, Pan Jicheng was even more attentive, only Huang Yiqing seemed to be in a state of collapse and aged a lot.

Three days later, Huang Mingchuan's funeral was held as scheduled. The funeral was attended by all the prominent figures in T City, and they had little impression of this young man who suddenly appeared and had not had time to make a name for himself in the business world of T City, and Huang Mingchuan's funeral only provided them with a special social occasion in a sense.

Huang Mingchuan was quickly forgotten with the end of this beautiful funeral. He just often appeared in Huang Mingyue's dreams, and his blurred appearance was shocking even if he was a blood relative of a mother's sibling.

……

Huang Mingyue walked step by step to the middle of the room, her high heels hitting the concrete floor and making a loud sound, but there was no other sound in the morgue, but she could hear the wind outside the room blowing the unkempt bamboo leaves at the door.

"Mingchuan, I'm here."

Huang Mingyue thought silently in her heart and stretched out her right hand.

Her hand was only a few centimeters away from the white cloth, but it froze in mid-air, unable to move.

The dazzling red, the bloody face, the straight line on the heartbeat detector, and the doctor's indifferent and tired face skipped past Huang Mingyue's eyes frame by frame. Huang Mingyue only felt that her heart was beating like a drum, her palms were damp, and her eyes were black.

She gritted her teeth and reached out again.

Swish!

The white cloth was lifted.

The icy aura of death quickly filled the empty room.

Huang Mingyue's beating heart calmed down in an instant, and she used her gaze as a hand to carefully caress Huang Mingchuan's eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, and lips. The man who lay quietly and couldn't tell his true face once had the most handsome and elegant face, and once had wise and gentle eyes. He didn't have time to realize his ambitions, he didn't have time to fulfill his promises, and he didn't even have time to love well, so he left this world quietly.

Huang Mingyue's gaze lingered on the wounds where the flesh was flying for a long time.

At that time, Mingchuan must have been in pain, right?

Since childhood, Mingchuan has known how to forbear. In a broken family with few men, Ming Chuan took on the burden of the family at a very young age and played the role that Huang Yiqing should play. Because of poverty, he hid all his hobbies, and he gradually grew from a child who didn't like candy to a teenager who didn't complain, and then became an introverted young man.

Twenty-four years old is not yet yet.

Mingchuan can't even find time to talk about a long stream or a vigorous love, whether it is sweet or painful, it is always a necessary experience in life.

Huang Mingyue sighed deeply.

It was like seeing a perfect work of art shattered to the point that it could no longer be put together, and there was a deep regret in her pain.

"Mingyue?"

Huang Mingyue frowned in annoyance, took one last deep glance at Mingchuan's body, and then quickly covered the white cloth back, and even the wrinkles on it seemed to be exactly the same as before.

"Mingyue?" Pan Jicheng stepped into the morgue with one foot, and hesitated with the other foot hanging in the air, the ubiquitous cold aura of death deterred him.

"What's the matter?" Huang Mingyue turned around quietly, hiding the disgust in her eyes well, leaving only the indifference in her eyes.

"Uncle is worried about you and let you pass." Pan Jicheng decided not to go in, wanting to be gentle and not in a hurry at this time.

Huang Mingyue nodded and left. She really had a lot of questions to ask Huang Yiqing, the person closest to the dying Huang Mingchuan.

The nurse waited for Pan Jicheng and Huang Mingyue to leave one after another, and then entered the morgue again.

"Iniquity, iniquity!" The nurse shook his head, lifted the white cloth on Huang Mingchuan's body and looked at it for a while, and retching sounded in his throat. (To be continued.) )