Ding Yibo committed suicide.

After hearing the villagers' cries for help, they hurried over, but it was too late, and the hut was already surrounded by raging fire.

Today's winds were strong, and the house was a wooden house, and the fire was particularly strong.

The villagers tried to extinguish the fire with buckets and basins, but the fire was so big that they couldn't get close and could only watch the hut collapse.

In the red and yellow firelight, a figure could be faintly seen inside, sitting on a stool.

"Grandpa!"

Ding Yicang wanted to rush in several times to save people, but was stopped by others.

This kind of fire, as soon as you enter, it will kill another person.

By the time the fire engine arrived, the cabin was in charred ruins.

Smoke billowed from the sky, and there was a kind of smoke that was hard to breathe.

Ding Yicang had already collapsed and collapsed on the ground, and her previous crying and shouting made everyone present feel sad.

Obviously she had only been gone for a while, why did the fire burn so fast?

She had washed his feet last night and was lulling her to sleep, when he suddenly said to him, "Bring me a pen and a piece of paper." ”

She looked up and saw that he looked clear.

"Grandpa?"

"Go get it, I'll give it to you...... I'll write something for Ji An, he'll need it. ”

Ding Yicang brought him a pen and paper, and when he finished writing it with enthusiasm, he didn't know where to take out several documents.

"Cang, how are you doing lately?" Ding Yibo sat on the bed and looked at his favorite granddaughter.

He hadn't seen her well for eight years.

She grew up and became a Peugeot girl.

The buds are waiting to be released, and the smile is like a flower.

She grew up in his arms, and later he was busy on business trips, and every time he went back, he would bring her a lot of gifts, and the first thing he did when he went back was to pick her up and carry it on his shoulder.

Yican, this name, is what he helped her choose.

I hope that her life will be bright and bright, and she will be full of smiles.

However, Heaven does not always make people proud, and fate likes to play tricks on others.

Like her father and his wife, she was also diagnosed with an incurable disease.

At that moment, the sky fell apart.

"Grandpa, I'm fine." Ding Yicang replied.

"You're treating me like an old fool." Ding Yibo's voice was serious.

"Grandpa—" she struggled to speak.

Should she tell him? She has just a few months to live.

"Ten years ago, the doctor told me that my little granddaughter might not survive seven or eight years." He recalls the scene of that day.

The sun was shining that day, but no matter how good the sun was, it couldn't match the cold in the hospital.

He, a person who spends a lot of time in the institute's labs, thinks the hospital is too gloomy.

Ding Yicang looked at him in surprise, she couldn't remember the things in the past.

"Cangzong, you are very strong. You've done a great job. "But he really didn't want to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person anymore.

"Grandpa, I ......"

"Do you like Zhou Yingguang?" He asked suddenly.

"Grandpa, you ...... before Awake? "She couldn't believe it.

"He is Zhou Qiguang's younger brother." He said, "I'm sorry for you, son." It's Grandpa who is sorry for you. ”

"I ......," she hesitated.

"Okay, I'm tired. Early tomorrow morning, you will send it to Ji An. Tell them to leave quickly, and don't stay here for too long. After speaking, he lay down, and Ding Yicang bent down to cover him with a quilt.

He turned off the light for her, closed the door, and in the dark, he suddenly asked again: "Cangzong, can you check for me to find out if the wind is strong in the sky?" ”

Ding Yicang didn't know why, but he still took out his mobile phone and checked: "It's quite big, the southeast wind is 4-5." ”

"Okay, go to sleep, Cangzong."

…

She now finally understood why he had suddenly asked last night if the wind was blowing today.

Only when there is wind can the fire be strengthened.

"A clump." Jiang Zhou helped her.

She looked at the eyes cast by Yingguang last week, and saw that there was concern in his eyes.

But between them, this life is impossible.

Firefighters carry a charred body out of the rubble.

"Grandma, what's wrong with Old Man Bai?" Mingjie asked puzzled.

"Alas, iniquity. He was burned to death by fire. ”

…

Eleven people were burned to ashes in the explosion, and now he is also in the fire.

The cycle of cause and effect is karma.

…

…

"Brother Ji An, can I go to Yishan to see Brother Qi Guang and the others?" Ding Yicang asked in a low voice.

Ji An glanced at Zhou Yingguang and saw him nodding before he said, "Yes." ”

Ding Ding Ding –

When I went to Pingshan, I was silent all the way, and when I returned to Yishan, it was even heavier.

Ji An, Zhou Yingguang, and Chen Xian, their relationship with Ding Yibo made them have no position to comfort her.

How to say and how to do it, now it seems that there is a little bit of a falling stone.

Ding Yibo's death was not a happy thing for them.

So many people have been sacrificed, and no one else should have died.

Jiang Zhou looked at Ding Yicang, who was sitting beside him silently, and kept looking out of the window, worried.

"A clump." She couldn't help but call her.

She turned her head, a white cloth flower pinned to her hair, and smiled lightly: "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

Her laughter is more distressing than not laughing.

"Let her be quiet." Ji An said.

Zhou Yingguang on the side never said anything.

Chen Xian excused himself to leave, and Ji An and Jiang Zhou also went to the smoking area, leaving only Zhou Yingguang and Ding Yicang.

"Where are you going after that?" He was the first to speak, staring at the small white flower on her head.

She hesitated for a moment and said, "Around the world." ”

He licked his dry lips, but finally didn't say anything.

…

Jiang Zhou asked Ji An to take the cigarette, just took out a cigarette from it, and pushed the cigarette in with a frown.

"What's wrong?" Ji An saw her movements.

She returned the cigarette case to him and stroked her windswept hair: "My throat hurts a little." ”

Ji An took a step forward: "Open your mouth, open it wide, I'll take a look." ”

She knew that her tonsils were inflamed, but she still followed his instructions and obediently opened her mouth: "Ah-"

He lifted her chin and examined it carefully: "The little tongue is crooked to the side." It's cute. ”

After he finished checking, he bowed his head and kissed her in the eye.

"Why do you want to kiss my eyes?" Jiang Zhou looked up and asked.

"Because you have me in your eyes." And yes, it's just me.

"When did it start?" He asked again.

"What?" She was suddenly a little broken.

"Little tongue." Ji An gently rubbed between her white neck.

"Yesterday I felt a little uncomfortable swallowing, and this morning it started to hurt." Jiang Zhou replied.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Ji An asked.

"I'm a doctor myself. Will you be more professional than me? It's useless to tell you. She put her hand over his.

"I can help you with the pain." He said very seriously.

"How?" She asked.

"Kiss you." He said.

Jiang Zhou smiled and took his hand down: "Where did you learn this?" ”

"Self-taught." He said.

Jiang Zhou glared at him, but the corners of his mouth never bent.

…

"Have you read Ding Yibo's confession?" She asked.

"Well, I see." He replied, adding at the end, "Want to see it?" ”

Jiang Zhou shook his head: "This letter is written to you, since I can't empathize, then I don't need to read it." ”

Ji An likes Jiang Zhou's character very much.

A lot of times, we can't empathize with other people's things.

Since you can't empathize, don't understand, don't get to the bottom of it. Because often people tell you that they want to resonate with you, hope to share your hatred and hatred, and hope to share your sorrows and joys.

If you can't give him the most desired response, just stay silent and don't participate.

"Is this evidence enough?" She asked.

"That's enough." He replied.

She pulled the key out of her trouser pocket and stared in thought.

A key with a delicate workmanship and a very complex structure.

This type of key door lock is generally very secure.

"After the matter on the main mountain is over, we will go directly to Gu Ziqi's house." Ji An said.

"I wonder what kind of 'surprise' I will get when I go there?" Jiang Zhou suddenly felt uneasy, because they guessed that there were internal ghosts among them.

Gu Ziqi should give a final hint.

"No matter who it is, I'm going to fight it to the end."

…

…

When we arrived at Izan Station, it was already close to dusk.

At this time, the main mountain is outside the style of cold.

Ding Yicang faced so many tombstones for the first time, and he was at a loss and froze in place.

At this moment, she felt a little bit of Zhou Yingguang's uncontrollable, collapsed, and heart-rending questioning that day.

In the past, my grandfather had always taught herself to stand and sit on the ground, but standing in front of these twelve nameless mounds, she felt that she couldn't even straighten her waist.

That bleak and desolate feeling made Ding Yicang feel as if he was on the guillotine, and there was no one underneath.

She took a deep breath and knelt down slowly: "I'm sorry, brothers, I took the liberty of coming here and disturbing me. ”

"I'm Ding Yican, yes...... The granddaughter of Professor Ding Yibo. ”

"I'm really sorry, maybe you don't want to see me at all. But today, I'm here anyway. ”

"This time, I am here to apologize to you, although this apology is eight years late, but justice will never be absent."

Ding Yicang opened the confession letter that he had taken from Ji An's hand in advance:

"Hello people from all walks of life. I'm Yibo Ding, the developer of the IND program.

Eight years ago, there was an explosion in Wan Town, which was suspected to have been caused by a researcher's mistake, and 12 of the researchers were criticized and condemned by society.

And I, the real sinner, have been hiding in a dark corner and eating human blood steamed buns.

Today, I'm going to tell the truth of eight years, the company's conspiracy, and justice to the twelve innocent researchers.

……

Because of my selfish desires, I have lost eleven fresh lives.

I am a true sinner, and I accept criticism from people from all walks of life.

When you read this letter, perhaps I am no longer alive, and I want to use my death to prove that what I said is true.

Zhou Qiguang, Ji An, Chen Zui, Li Cheng, Zhou Hanqing, Ruan Yumin, Luo Nanqi, Fu An, Lu Tunan, Xia Han, Yu Cheng, Fan Xingye.

Remember their names.

Finally, I'm sorry. ”

Ding Yicang's voice was like a wisp of wandering soul outside the sky, sad but sincere.