But from a mother's point of view, Yijing feels that this is far from enough-

"I didn't take her to the playground to play, I didn't wear a parent-child outfit with her, I didn't have a serious heart-to-heart conversation with her, I didn't have time to do anything......"

Yijing gently shook Qiaoqiao, Yijing helped her pave the way, but she didn't leave.

Shen Xichen held Yi Jing's hand, squatted down and looked at her: "Enough, don't deceive yourself, she's dead." ”

Shen Xichen once again told Yiyi the truth.

Yijing put her index finger to her lips: "Shhh Don't wake up Qiaoqiao, she is very awkward, and I can't help her. I promised her that as long as she didn't make trouble, I would love her for the rest of my life. ”

But now Yiyi is extremely hopeful, Qiaoqiao is awkward, and she cries loudly.

"Sober up!" Shen Xichen roared.

"Why are you so angry? She just fell asleep, she didn't make any noise to you, let alone Wang Yitong, no one in the Shen family was unjust with Qiaoqiao, how could they harm her? Yijing smiled sadly, her eyes shining with water.

She held her head high, blinked, and held back sour tears.

She ordered herself to calm down, maybe everything before was just her dream, everything would be dull, and Qiaoqiao would still cry and find a hug from Yijing.

Shen Xichen realized what a wrong decision he had made, if he didn't bring her back, maybe all this would not have happened.

Holding back her grief like this is the last thing he wants to see.

He followed Yiyi's train of thought and said softly: "Seventeen, listen to me, it just so happens that she can't sleep well when she sleeps dirty, why don't we give her a bath and let her sleep cleanly?" ”

Yi Jing's stiff body moved, and finally raised her eyes to look at Shen Xichen: "Okay!" Let her sleep cleanly, as long as she is comfortable. ”

A tear the size of a bean dripped on Qiaoqiao's eyebrows.

Qiaoqiao, my mother can't stand you in this life.

Yi Jing said silently in the bottom of her heart.

In the hall, there was a waiting undertaker for Qiaoqiao, dressed in black and white professional attire, who looked like a subordinate of the Grim Reaper.

When Yiyi saw them, she panicked and hugged Qiaoqiao harder.

The servants around smelled the smell of Yijing's body, and they couldn't help frowning and avoiding it.

Shen Lishan also just learned that Qiaoqiao had passed away, standing on the guardrail on the second floor, and sighed heavily: "Unlucky! Bad luck! ”

Having said that, Shen Lishan's voice was full of sympathy.

After all, Qiaoqiao is very cute.

Yijing's ears moved, and when she heard Shen Lishan's words, her body was slightly stunned, and her eyes began to focus.

Clenching her fists, the tingling pain in her palms made her slightly forget the sadness surging in her heart.

It was because of Shen Lishan that she returned to the Shen family, but now she is not treated by Shen Lishan.

Yijing felt that every grass and tree in the Shen family was like poison, corroding her bleeding heart.

A group of people in black uniforms stepped forward and looked at the unkempt Yi.

As soon as I saw her, I felt the aura of grief emanating from her surroundings.

Yi Jing stared at them for a long time, and her voice was soft as if floating from the clouds: "Please, help me wash her up, let her sleep well, and no longer have to be afraid in her dreams." ”

That group of people was not afraid of the dead, but they were terrified by Yi's tone and words.

It's been more than ten hours, and there is unprecedented calm on Yijing's face.

The tears that had been shed before remained on his face, and his hair was fluffy, and there were blood stains on it.

"Seventeen, can you take a rest first?" She has been in this state for a long time, staring at everything all the time, not daring to rest or lie down.

Yijing turned her head finely: "I follow Qiaoqiao, she can't leave her mother." ”

Qiaoqiao is such a humble existence, according to the practice of wealthy families, he should throw a sum of money and immediately cremate and bury it, so as not to bring bad luck to the family.

Qiaoqiao is now following such a process.

The undertaker will wash her and put her in a coffin before proceeding to the crematorium. The coincidence that comes out of the crematorium will be transformed into a box of ashes, which will be placed in the cold and vast cemetery.

Such a process does not take more than a day.

In other words, after this day, Yijing will never see Qiaoqiao again.

A chill ran down her spine, and she felt a long-lost panic, and when she first learned that Qiaoqiao was poisoned, it seemed like a long time ago......

Shen Xichen helped Yijing: "Okay, let's accompany her." ”

Yi Wan grabbed Shen Xichen's clothes and nodded obediently.

The luxurious black motorhome followed a gloomy funeral parlor car, moving slowly.

This morning, there was a lot of fog in Z City inexplicably, and the fog was thick, and I was lying by the window, for fear of losing the car I was sitting in at the corner.

Because of the smog, the busy streets are much quieter, and suddenly a drizzle blows down, knocking down the floating dirt.

"Shen Xichen, why did all this happen so quickly? I wasn't even mentally prepared. Yi Wan looked at the slanting rain, and her voice was very hoarse.

"You have to learn to face birth, old age, sickness and death calmly, everyone's life is predetermined. Since we can't keep them, we have to let them go a little more happily. It is more difficult to be sad than to be useless, and the purpose of our life is not to shed tears for the dead. ”

Shen Xichen had been following Yijing's side, extremely silent. But as long as Yi Jing said one word, he would make up ten words. Along the way, he was the one who warmed up the scene, and he took on the work of Yijing on weekdays.

Yijing quickly quieted down again, as if she was thinking about what Shen Xichen had just said.

Yijing watched Qiaoqiao lie quietly in the glass coffin.

The little blue and purple face was powdered, revealing a faint pink. Her body was washed, she was dressed in a white dress, white stockings and white shoes, and all kinds of flowers surrounded her.

Like a newborn cherub.

Yi Wan outlined Qiaoqiao's face through the glass coffin.

Everything seems to have gone back to five months ago, looking at the unattainable ingenuity in the ICU through the heavy glass, and it also outlines her face in this way.

The face has become bigger, the body has also become larger, and there is a shadow of a snipe on the fleshy little face.

They stood in front of the crematorium, the glass coffin lying coincidentally on one end of the conveyor belt, as long as the switch was pressed, the conveyor belt would work, and the other end of the conveyor belt was a raging fire, looking into it from a distance, the flickering fire inside was very dazzling, and the fire was dancing, as if it was going to devour a person in the next second.

This is the last side of Qiaoqiao, looking at her own flesh and blood in a daze.

"Miss, it's time to push forward." The staff reminded.

Yijing didn't seem to hear anything, and there was a loving expression on her face.

It's all just the calm before the storm.

Seeing that Yijing didn't speak, the staff wanted to open the conveyor belt and send the glass coffin into the raging fire.

Yijing suddenly seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, hugged the cold and small coffin, and howled.