Huang Mingyue stayed awake all night, holding Shen Yunfang's hand and guarding her bed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Shen Yunfang woke up from sleep, and when she woke up, she recalled the interesting stories of Huang Mingyue's sister and brother when they were children, and even remembered those trivial things clearly. Huang Mingyue responded softly, but she clearly realized that there had never been a shadow of Huang Yiqing in these old things, or that Shen Yunfang had interestingly shielded Huang Yiqing from her life.

Huang Mingyue felt very sorry for Shen Yunfang.

Shen Yunfang's way of dealing with feelings has always been to choose to bury deep in her heart, whether it is for her children or for men. If you accumulate too many feelings in your heart, it will become a burden on life.

Shen Yunfang was tired of speaking, and fell asleep in a daze, but she slept very unsteadily, as if she was struggling with something in her dream, and her weak body was tense under the quilt.

"Mom, I'm here, I'm here!" Huang Mingyue whispered comfortingly.

Shen Yunfang relaxed at this time, and his breath was shallow, and he could barely see it if he didn't look carefully.

Huang Mingyue smelled the faint smell of smoke coming from the corridor, she didn't reject the smell of smoke, and even the smell of smoke at this time could bring her some comfort. Huang Mingyue knew that the father and son of the Long family were also silently guarding the door, accompanying their mother and daughter through this sleepless night.

Huang Mingyue held Shen Yunfang's hand, feeling that it was not much heavier than a feather, and she felt a little dazed. If it is said that in her previous life, Pan Lizhen was planning to get rid of Huang Mingchuan, and finally let Huang Mingchuan die in a man-made car accident as she wished, which led to Shen Yunfang's depressed death one after another. So in this life, Shen Yunfang's early death was because of a vicious disease, and Huang Mingyue didn't know who to hate, or could only complain about the injustice of fate.

When the first ray of dawn broke through the sky, Huang Mingyue felt that Shen Yunfang's hand had become no longer hot. Her heart moved slightly, she got up and carefully stuffed this hand into the quilt, and gently put her face on Shen Yunfang's cheek.

Shen Yunfang slept too deeply, so deep that there was no longer a trace of breathing.

Huang Mingyue hurriedly straightened up, for fear of dripping tears onto Shen Yunfang's face.

"Uncle Long, Uncle Long!" Huang Mingyue called softly, for fear that the voice would be too loud and wake up Shen Yunfang.

Long Mingfei pushed open the door of the ward, wrapped in the cold and the smell of smoke, his eyes were bloodshot, and a dense beard stubble appeared on his chin, as if he had aged five years overnight.

"Uncle Long, my mother is gone." Huang Mingyue's tone was calm and unwavering.

Even if Long Mingfei had been mentally prepared, his body was still shocked.

"Uncle Long, you can accompany my mother again!" Huang Mingyue walked past Long Mingfei as if she was sleepwalking, pushed open the door of the ward, and a chilling breath made her whole body tremble. In the dim corridor light, she saw Long Xiaohu curled up in the row of plastic benches in the hallway to sleep, his hands covering his entire head in his wide coat, and snoring rhythmically.

Huang Mingyue stood in the corridor and looked to both sides, but she didn't know where to go or what to do. She hesitated for a moment, but finally slowly walked down the hallway.

At the end of the hallway is a row of windows.

Huang Mingyue put her hand against the glass, feeling the chill coming from the palm of her hand. Outside the window was a small platform on which garbage had been thrown indiscriminately. Huang Mingyue noticed that there was half a bottle of mineral water on the platform, and the water in it had been frozen. There is a puff of green in the platform, and the unknown weeds hide in a small corner sheltered from the wind, surviving the cold wind and frost, with a long-lost green.

Huang Mingyue didn't know how long she stood in front of the window, but when the sky was getting brighter and brighter, the small half-bottle of mineral water that had been frozen began to flow again, and there were gradually human voices in the corridor. She took the frozen hand from the glass window and touched her eyes.

His eyes were dry, and he couldn't shed a single tear.

Huang Mingyue remembered that yesterday Shen Yunfang said that she loved to cry since she was a child, and it was as if she was a world away.

Huang Mingyue blinked, her eyes were so dry that they hurt because of the extreme lack of sleep. Huang Mingyue was dumbfounded, feeling that she was tired even to make one more expression.

Shen Yunfang was still the same as in his previous life, and passed away before he was fifty years old.

Death may not be a relief for her.

Huang Mingyue also wanted to be relieved, she had picked up her life in a daze, and she had walked the road for almost a year, but she still couldn't see any direction.

Perhaps, knowing her daughter Mo Ruomu, she has loved to cry since she was a child, and she will only cry, even if she is full of pride after being reborn, she still has no achievements. What is she forgiving, enduring humiliation? If everything in this life is just a copy of the previous life, what is she still alive for?

She didn't want to go through the same pain again.

Huang Mingyue tried to push the window. On the tenth floor, there is a miserable white concrete floor below, which should be enough to kill at once.

Originally, she didn't belong here, if it weren't for her, would Mingchuan be better off?

As soon as Huang Mingyue exerted force on her hand, the window was pushed open, and the wind blew her face like a knife, and she actually enjoyed the pain.

"Mingyue, what are you doing?" Long Xiaohu snapped the window shut, "I'm looking for you everywhere, so you're here." ”

The tingling sensation on her face disappeared, and Huang Mingyue raised her head blankly: "What are you looking for me to do?" ”

Long Xiaohu looked at Huang Mingyue's dull eyes, unhealthy red cheeks, and dry and flaky lips, and couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"I'm fine." Huang Mingyue glanced out of the window with regret, "I just want to stand here." ”

Long Xiaohu sighed secretly, scratched his yellow hair, which had no hairstyle at all, and said cautiously: "My father wants to discuss with you, what should I do about Mr. Shen's future?" ”

"Let's discuss these things with Mingchuan." Huang Mingyue mechanically took out his mobile phone, "It's dawn, and he should be almost there." ”

Long Xiaohu watched worriedly as Huang Mingyue dialed out a number on hands-free.

"Sorry, your call is temporarily unreachable, please call again later."

Huang Mingyue didn't think much about it, and dialed another number.

The phone rang and it was answered.

Huang Mingyue stuffed the phone into Long Xiaohu's hand: "You help me get it, I can't take it." ”

"Bright Moon?"

"My mom just left......"

Huang Yiqing's voice was hoarse: "Mingyue, ......"

"Is Mingchuan with you?"

Huang Yiqing was silent for a long time: "He's ...... next to me"

Long Xiaohu put the phone to Huang Mingyue's mouth, and Huang Mingyue said weakly: "His phone can't be dialed, you give him the phone, and I'll talk to him." ”

"Mingyue, listen to me first...... We had a car accident when we just got out of T City, Mingchuan, Mingchuan he ......"

Huang Mingyue seemed to come to life, and snatched the phone from Long Xiaohu's hand: "Mingchuan, let him talk to me!" "My heart was beating wildly, as if I could jump out of my chest.

"Mingchuan...... The injury was so serious that he didn't get to the hospital...... Not really......"

"This can't be, this can't be!" Huang Mingyue's eyes darkened, and the whole person fell crookedly in Long Xiaohu's arms. (To be continued.) )