301 dormitories.

Yang Chen stood by the window and smoked, one after another, preoccupied.

The otaku Zhang Zhiqiang still looked at the computer, scolding while tapping on the keyboard: "Damn, keep scolding Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu can see at a glance that you are the author, and when Lao Tzu knows which book you write, scold the dead." ”

Yang Chen frowned, he already had something on his mind, and he became more and more irritable by Zhang Zhiqiang's chatter, took two puffs of cigarettes, curbed the urge to get angry, and controlled anger, the psychological quality that martial artists and special forces must have, otherwise it would be quite dangerous for others and themselves.

Zhang Zhiqiang was unconscious, still scolding to himself, chattering, Yang Chen shook his head and sighed, turned around, extinguished the cigarette butt, and said to Zhang Zhiqiang: "Zhiqiang, you are useful for scolding?" ”

"Boss, you don't know how angry this bastard is, how bad he is, from the first day I released a new book, he came to my book review area to scold, and scolded while reading my book, he must be an author who is jealous of me." Zhang Zhiqiang gritted his teeth, looking extremely angry, too, he was scolded in his own book review area, and he had to pretend to be tolerant and generous, and persuade him with good words.

Yang Chen was amused by Zhang Zhiqiang, a big fart, as for being angry like this?

In the online literature circle, Yang Chen doesn't know much about it, but there is one thing, he has seen through it very early, in this world, no one regards you as a thorn in the side, which is a great sadness, and walked to Zhang Zhiqiang's side and said: "Zhiqiang, it is not necessarily a bad thing for someone to scold, regardless of whether they are readers or authors, it means that someone continues to pay attention to you, this is a good thing, if you have the strength and talent, the scolding of three or five people can't cover your edge, calm down." ”

Zhang Zhiqiang frowned and thought for a moment, nodded slowly, and felt that what Yang Chen said made sense, Grandpa Mao had praise and disapproval, what is he, just scold.

Yang Chen saw that Zhang Zhiqiang had an epiphany, and thought that this kid was not hopeless, but he was not in the mood to be the spiritual mentor of Zhang Writer today, so he went to the bathroom to wash up and went to bed.

That night, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The former lover, landing in this situation, he has mixed feelings.

The next morning, Wu Jie called, everything was ready, a helicopter of the Army Aviation Regiment was on standby at any time, Yang Chen did not thank his old comrades-in-arms and said kind words, teased each other, and hung up the phone.

Yang Chen wanted to go to the hospital to find Li Nan, no matter what, he had to send Li Nan away today, and just wanted to leave, a phone call came, an unfamiliar number.

Yang Chen picked it up and heard that it was Sister Qiao's voice, Sister Qiao was out of breath crying, and choked up: "Li Nan Li Nan took a large amount of sleeping pills to save the rescue."

"What?!"

Yang Chen was struck by lightning, Sister Qiao on the other end of the phone cried and repeated, he was sure that he had heard correctly, Li Nan committed suicide by taking sleeping pills, and he was caught off guard by the sudden change.

How so!

Yang Chen cried out in his heart.

The heart-wrenching feeling of powerlessness made him almost suffocated, a young life, a girl who left a good memory for him, just left? He steadied himself, rushed out of the dormitory, drove the Wrangler SUV, and galloped wildly all the way to the hospital.

Hospital operating theatres.

The two doors opened, the medical staff pushed out the stretcher bed, Li Nan was covered by a white cloth, her mother Liu Yulan, and her younger brother Li Bing, pounced on it, crying bitterly, Sister Qiao and several sisters in nightclubs, also cried into tears, life and death, the sorrow of life is nothing more than this.

Yang Chen was late.

didn't see Li Nan for the last time.

Until this moment, the faintly painful heart made him understand that he had never really let go of this ill-fated woman, the most beautiful first love, who could really let go?

Yang Chen walked to the side of the stretcher bed, lifted the white cloth, stared at the face that was bloodless and about to lose his body temperature, stunned, and the beautiful pictures engraved into the depths of his mind all turned black and white.

"Why are you so stupid?"

Yang Chen muttered to himself, his deep eyes were full of piercing sadness, and at this time, Li Nan's younger brother Li Bing handed over a piece of paper and cried that there was a paragraph written by his sister to you.

Yang Chen glanced at Li Nan deeply, and for the last time in his life, he looked at this face that was as brilliant as a summer flower, covered it with a white cloth, took the paper handed by Li Bing, and looked at it carefully.

The medical staff pushed the stretcher to the elevator room, Liu Yulan, Li Bing and Sister Qiao, a group of women, cried and followed, while Yang Chen stared at the paper in his hand, and the pestle was in a daze at the door of the operating room, crying unconsciously.

The man had two lines of tears.

One line is a beauty, and the other is a life.

Yang Chen's two lines of tears are all for a woman, for a woman who has betrayed him.

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Western Suburbs Cemetery.

Surrounded by pines and cypresses, backed by mountains.

The cemetery is divided into several districts, and the tombstones are dense, but the area with the best feng shui is not crowded, dust to dust, soil to earth, and after death is a pile of dry bones, all living beings are equal.

The rhetoric of Buddhism.

Looking at this cemetery, people who are not stupid know that they were poor in life and still shabby when they died, Liu Yulan and her son Li Bing burned paper in front of a tomb surrounded by low bushes alone, Li Nan's name was written on the tombstone, and a photo of Li Nan was pasted on the top, and Liu Yulan cried and fainted several times.

Her daughter's bank card has 200,000 yuan, but she gave up treatment and chose to commit suicide, why, Liu Yulan knew it and hated herself for dragging down her daughter, if it weren't for her daughter writing a will to let her live well, she hated to die and go down to accompany her daughter.

Li Bing, who had just been admitted to Ningxi University of Technology as a freshman, comforted his mother while crying, since his father died, his sister has become the pillar of the family, taking care of his mother, supporting the family, providing him with education, and tasting all the hardships.

The mother and son vented in front of the tomb for more than an hour, and then turned around and left step by step, and when the people walked away, Yang Chen, who lived in the nearby forest, appeared, accompanied by Shen Yue.

The two were dressed in black to show their love.

Yang Chen walked to the tomb, squatted down, and gently placed a bunch of white lilies in his hand in front of the tombstone, wanting to tell Li Nan under Jiuquan that in his heart, she would always be like a lily, symbolizing holiness.

"If you didn't have me in your life, maybe it would be a different story." After Yang Chen finished speaking, he sighed gloomily, his handsome face was full of sadness, and when Shen Yue heard this, he squatted down and grabbed his beloved man's hand.

"Don't do it, it's not your fault." Shen Yue comforted Yang Chen softly, looking at the sad appearance of her beloved man in the past two days, she felt distressed.

Yang Chen took a deep breath, not to curb emotional fluctuations, but to suppress the urge to cry, put the paper money he brought into the brazier in front of the tombstone, and lit it.

Shen Yue silently helped.

She knew that he was not only paying tribute to Li Nan, but also remembering the lost years.

"Li Nan, I swear that I will take care of your mother and your brother, from today onwards, they are my relatives." As Yang Chen spoke, he slowly stood up, and the paper money in the brazier turned into ashes.

What is in the past is gone forever, and it cannot be changed or retained.