Yiyi sleepwalked back to Qiaoqiao's tomb, and sat on the grass, leaning against the large, delicately carved stone tablet.

It is carved with the words "Tomb of Han Yijing's Beloved Daughter", and it is filled with golden paint.

She looked at the flowers displayed in front of the monument, closed her eyes and recalled the cute little face.

She became a pile of white powder and would never exist in this world again.

It was as if he was holding her and crying, begging her not to die was just now.

yes - that was yesterday...... Nothing more!

"Qiaoqiao, is your mother spending too little time with you?" Yijing touched the words on the tablet, her eyes were empty, "Mom, accompany you, this is the time for the two of us to be alone." ”

There happened to be a family crying and mourning, and the funeral brigade was mighty, with beige tissue paper flying around, and occasionally one flew to Yijing, and it didn't take long to roll it away.

Qiaoqiao doesn't have any of these, she only has Yijing.

Yijing remembered what Cheng Yi said just now, and he asked why Yijing wanted to die and keep Qiaoqiao, and now that Qiaoqiao is dead, she is very happy.

Yijing felt unhappy at all, blinked her eyes, but there were no tears in her eyes.

It seems that the tears have been shed, and Yijing has a feeling of dehydration.

She cries so much these days that she has forgotten what it is to laugh.

"Qiaoqiao, maybe if I send you to Cheng Yi, you will be able to grow up strong, right?" Yi Jing muttered to herself, a gust of wind blew, and the beige paper blew to Yi Jing's side one after another.

The funeral brigade next door couldn't help but be startled when they saw Yijing's appearance.

An old woman leaned on crutches and climbed the stairs: "In these years, life is fragile. ”

Seeing the black-and-white photos on the Qiaoqiao monument, she was even more regretful: "It's a pity that such a delicate little girl!" ”

Yi Jing raised her eyes, her eyes were cloudy: "Yes, it's all my fault, I didn't protect her." ”

The old woman stood in front of Yi Jing, looking old, but her eyes were very clear: "People can't be resurrected after death, and they can't take all the blame on themselves." When a person is alive, he must cherish the people in front of him, and he must never give up the living because of the dead. If you spend all your time on sadness, you won't have room to be happy. ”

She shook her head and reacted a little sluggishly.

"I've seen a lot of old bones, how many people sigh for the lost life, and even walk with the lost life. But he didn't realize that he had died a hundred times, and the people who remained in the world had to grieve for him one more time. The old woman sighed and said helplessly.

"Grandma has ever tried the feeling of watching her loved ones die in her arms? It's still the kind of dearest. ”

Yijing has tasted it twice, and the pain of repeating the mistake of the past seems to be doubled, gnawing at Yijing's heart.

It's like tearing an old scar again, and it's hard to grow tender meat, but it happens to be more difficult to heal because it's tender meat.

"If I had relatives, I wouldn't have to do this drudgery, watching all kinds of people send off relatives every day, my heart is very uncomfortable." The old woman looked at the mourners next to her and shook her head.

"But I know how to cherish the people in front of me, even the grass and trees. Even if no one would be sad because of me, I insisted on going through my life with optimism. If you know that the life you lose is precious, why do you forget that the life that exists is even more precious? The old woman added, looking at Yijing meaningfully, "Young people should look forward and not cling to the past. It's good to miss it, don't lose your life. ”

With that, the old woman slowly walked away.

The family next to him also seemed to be done, packed up their things, and left together.

The person who was crying also wiped away his tears, smiled with relief, and set the flowers crooked by the wind.

It's always about the past......

Yi Jing looked at the gloomy sky, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

A few drops of cold liquid hit Yijing's face, and Yijing reached out to wipe it, but it wasn't her tears.

It is the tears of the heavens.

The heavy dark clouds dispersed into small droplets of water and sprinkled them on the earth. The raindrops carrying the sorrow fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Shen Xichen saw Yijing through the rain curtain, she was leaning on Qiaoqiao's tombstone, covered in blood.

The heart was suddenly grabbed by panic, and Shen Xichen ran to Yijing and hugged her tightly.

She was as soft as a puddle of water, drenched all over, and her clothes smelled bad.

But Shen Xichen didn't seem to notice anything, he hugged her fiercely, while checking whether she was injured.

"I'm sorry, Seventeen, I'm really sorry!" Panting, Shen Xichen helped Yiwen block the heavy rain.

Yijing suddenly threw herself into this sturdy embrace, and the Seven Souls recovered the Six Spirits.

Yijing pulled down Shen Xichen's hand and closed her eyes.

"Let's go," she squeezed Shen Xichen's palm, "Let's go home." ”

Shen Xichen didn't seem to understand Yi Jing's words, his body stiffened, and he hugged it tighter.

[When a person is alive, he must cherish the people in front of him, and he must not give up the living because of the dead. The old woman's words echoed in her ears, and Yi Jing opened her eyes, and finally turned out to shine.

She looked up at Shen Xichen: "Let's go, it's raining." ”

Shen Xichen picked up Yijing, put his coat on her body, and walked out of the gloomy cemetery.

Put it in the car.

Shen Xichen hugged Yijing.

"Get some sleep, wake up, it's a new day." Shen Xichen's magnetic voice sounded.

Since the quarter of an hour when Qiaoqiao was poisoned, Yiyi has remained in a semi-insane state, her brain is tense, and her eyes have not been closed properly.

"I'm ......afraid," whispered Yiwen, "I could see Qiaoqiao as soon as I closed my eyes, and she was crying and fussing, saying why I was so cruel." ”

Shen Xichen stroked Yi Jing's wet hair: "I'm here, what's there to be afraid of?" ”

He raised his hand, holding Yi's small hand.

"Maybe it's just a dream? When you wake up, Qiaoqiao will come back? Yi Wan half-squinted, and her tone was a little relaxed.

Shen Xichen was silent, he couldn't lie to her anymore.

To give her hope is to bring her disappointment.

Yijing sighed, grabbed Shen Xichen's arm, found a comfortable position, and slowly closed her eyes.

The upper eyelids finally attached to the lower eyelids, chaotic, Yiyi fell asleep, and finally removed the tight strings, and there was no longer a bloody smell in her nose, but the comforting mint fragrance on Shen Xichen's body.

She had a long, long dream, dreaming that she found out that she was pregnant, was kicked out of the house by Shen Xichen, and was later taken back to the Shen family. Then because of Wang Yitong's conspiracy, she fell a month before her due date and happened to be a premature baby. Then, she learned all kinds of things for this little angel, bit by bit, and she began to look like a mother.

But she left Yijing forever.