The morning seemed to be no different, the sun was shining into the room on time, and the birds were still singing happily.

Jonas got up before six o'clock as usual. After he washed up, the light in Hannah's room was on, but there was no movement. If it had changed, Jonas would have gone straight to the dormitory. But when he thought of the atmosphere that had finally become harmonious between the two, he was a little reluctant to go home for several months. After thinking about it, he thought that he should say goodbye to Hannah, and maybe he could still hear a "I love you"!

The knocking on the door became louder and louder, and the joints ached faintly, but the inside of the door was still terrifyingly quiet. A sense of foreboding rose in Jonas's heart, and with a squeak, the dilapidated door was smashed.

The whole room is blood red!

On the bed and on the floor, a large amount of blood clotted into a thick layer of grease that was as shocking as a red carpet.

Hannah lay peacefully on the bed, her hands folded in her lower abdomen. She wore a knee-high black dress and a light makeup, and her face was pale, showing a touching beauty.

Jonas's hands trembled uncontrollably, and he shuddered the address of his home. While telling Sù that she was happy that the ambulance was coming, she was desperate to know that she was probably dead.

The wound on his wrist was still dripping and bleeding, and it was terrifyingly clear in the dead room.

Jonas covers his eyes and tries to tell himself that it was just a nightmare. He could not look at it, but he couldn't help but think about it, and that scene was deeply fixed in his mind. At this moment, he really wished that he was a madman and didn't understand anything, but at this time he was far stronger than he imagined. He heard the alarm calmly, but the voices seemed to come from far, far away.

His world went blank, and only the red filled his vision. Remorse came flooding the sea, and he smacked his head hard. Nothing can change except buzzing ears. Hannah has been so abnormal these days, but he hasn't thought deeply. She committed suicide in her room, and he slept next door without noticing. She left quietly in the night when no one cared for her, leaving not even a word. She knew that she would not be able to go to heaven by committing suicide, but she still had a faint smile, as if she had completed a long and painful journey, and her soul had finally been able to rest in peace.

The ambulance soon arrived, and the doctor left a string of blood-red footprints on the floor, but still frowned and announced her death. Jonas fell to his knees in the doorway, unable to utter a word.

He felt as if he had a very long dream, happy and sad, and he couldn't wake up from this dream. In fact, he hadn't closed his eyes for the past few days, and he was in a mess, mechanically handling Hannah's funeral with the help of a social worker.

The funeral took place three days later. Hannah's body had been washed with water, so clean that it was almost transparent, and she lay quietly in the middle of the church in her favorite dress, just as she had done when she died. Hannah had no relatives or friends, only a few people in the church, and the sound of the priest solemnly reciting hymns was heard in her ears, and occasionally a low sobbing or two.

Sunlight shines through the high dome, and the gods on the paintings look at the world with compassion. Jonas didn't cry until the wooden coffin containing Hannah was slowly placed on the ground, and he shouted, "Mom, I love you!" He cried out loud.

His mother, his only mother, was going to leave him like this, never to come back, not to say a word to him again.

Jonas has never been close to Hannah, and has said more in the past few days than in a dozen years combined. He thought he didn't remember much of her, but now many fragments flashed through his mind, remembering Hannah's white fingers when she gave him change, remembering when she was a child who held him on her lap and wept low in his neck......

He had not been able to comfort her. Yue Yiran held his cold hand tightly.

Jonas looked up with teary eyes, but the tomb was slowly closing.

Yue Yiran squatted down, hugged Jonas's head, stroked his messy blonde hair, and said softly: "You love her very much, she will hear it, and she will know it." ”

Sister Sophia drew a cross on her chest and whispered, "The Lord will not refuse anyone, she will return to heaven, to the Lord." ”

The body of the person in his arms trembled even more, Yue Yiran was both heartbroken and sad, the dead were already dead, but what was left for the living was endless pain. Her kindness to Jonas in the last three days may have relieved her, but it made Jonas even more sad. But Yue Yiran couldn't blame her, this woman was pitiful and pathetic, she had now left naked. In her previous life, she also killed herself, but Yue Yiran was already estranged from Jonas at that time, and she didn't even come to see it.

The farewell people left one after another, and flowers were piled up on the tombstones. These people were dismissive of Hannah when she was alive, and after her death, they tried their best to show their kindness and tolerance.

The photo was chosen by Hannah herself, when she was about ten or □□ years old, with curly blond hair and a vibrant smile.

Jonas looked at the photo intently, and after a long time, he said to Yue Yiran in a hoarse voice: "That is about the happiest time for my mother." I've never seen her smile like that. At that time, she had a stable job, a lover who was in love with each other, and only had good hopes for the future, but life gave her a heavy blow.

Yue Yiran choked up and said, "She left with happy memories. ”

"If only I had a look." Jonas covered his face and muttered, "I'm glad I can get it back." ”

"It's not your fault." Yue Yiran kissed his sweaty forehead, and his voice was gentle. Her black hair brushed Jonas's face, like a breeze calming him down.

Yue Yiran accompanied Jonas home. The room had been cleaned by Ada, and she opened all the doors and windows as customary, and lit a candle in hopes of illuminating her way to heaven.

The wick of the candle fluttered in the wind for a long time, and finally ignited a subtle light. Jonas looked at the empty room with a blank look in his eyes.

Yue Yiran looked at his big dark circles and asked softly, "Do you want to sleep for a while?" ”

Jonas nodded.

Yue Yiran watched him lying on the bed, covered with the quilt, but his eyes kept wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling. She reached out to cover his eyes and softly sang a song:

"Lookatyourself"

Areyousad

Areyousad

Don-tbeafraid

It-snotbadtobesad (There's nothing wrong with being sad)"

Yue Yiran's palm gradually moistened, and she wanted to take her hand away and wipe him with a towel, but was held down by Jonas. The sad love slowly spread out from the bottom of her heart, her nose was sour, and her voice choked:

"Whenthecracksonmybedroomceiling (when the crack in my bedroom ceiling)

Givemethisemptybottlefeeling (when giving me this feeling of being like an empty bottle)

Ithinkitstimetorepaint (I think it's time to repaint)

It-stimetorepaintmyself (It's time to repaint myself)"

Jonas's cries grew louder, and the grief was like a sponge that was full of water, and the next second it would overflow. Yue Yiran thought of herself who had retreated because of Hannah's indifference, would she change if she took the initiative a little more? She knew that Hannah would die by suicide, why did she never guard against it? Hannah was driven to a dead end by her indifference, by the indifference of the world, and by the indifference of society!

She didn't care about Hannah in the slightest, so she ignored her future, and a living person left helplessly. These guiltes and remorse she could not tell anyone, she could only let it rot in her heart like pus, and she should not be forgiven.

Yue Yiran sat on the edge of Jonas's bed, looked at his chapped cheeks from crying, and sang softly:

"You-restillyou, rememberyou

Rosychild, strongandwild

Withapplelungs

You, youbreathewithease

Floatingonthebreeze

Floatingonthebreeze

The sigh drifted into the wind as the song drifted into the wind, and a light rain fell outside the window, falling through the open window, leaving a small puddle of water on the floor.

A month and a half later, Jonas officially returned to the team. He didn't seem to be any different, except for being more silent. As usual, he was the first to get up, then he went for a run, ate, trained, and went to bed on time at night. Maybe it's because it's too normal, but it presents a kind of dead calm.

At this time, the Bundesliga has reached the eighteenth round, and the Stuttgart team currently has 3 draws, 6 losses and 7 losses, ranking second to last in the standings.

This Stuttgart youth team played away against Chemnitz. Chemnitz is located in Saxony, and Baden-Württemberg, where Stuttgart's youth team is located, is just south and north, but neither team is strong, so it has not received much attention, and even the comment section of Stuttgart's official website only criticizes Coach Elijah's unreasonable substitutions.

Yue Ze'an and Aida specially applied for leave and brought Yue Yiran and Leon to cheer up Jonas. Although Leon almost wrote his reluctance on his face, he still followed.

Jonas didn't play in the first half, sitting on the bench with his head hanging and not knowing what to think, his teammates put their arms around his shoulders and whispered to him.

At the end of stoppage time, the score was fixed at 1-0, and the Chemnitz team won by a narrow goal. Mr. Elijah, who had always been pleasant, had a gloomy face and said something loudly to the players.

At the end of the season, Stuttgart FC are ready to sell his academy defender John and striker Sobihi to Premier League giants Chelsea to ease the strained financial situation. Thinking that the possibility of the two of them being on the cold bench after the past is far greater than that of playing, he feels very distressed. He was never married, and he treated the children in the academy as his own, and the thought of their uncertain future was more painful than cutting his own flesh.