Chapter Seventy-Three: Happy Marriage

People's thoughts are sometimes really reversed, after all, they are all mortals, and they don't have much ideological awareness, Su Xiaobei remembered the kidnapping incident one night, and she didn't understand the final disposition, it was Chu Xicheng who came forward to solve it.

It's okay now, I think about it out of control, tossing and turning in the bed, Hao Mei is just being used, in fact, she didn't hurt herself, Hao Mei's past is so sad, and I don't know if anyone helps her.

Early the next morning, Su Xiaobei went to the police station to learn about Hao Mei's current situation, but what she got was the news of Hao Mei's suicide, Su Xiaobei couldn't believe it, the police called up Hao Mei's medical cases over the years, and her five-year depression had tormented her to the point of being haggard, and the last time she suffered a mental blow she had no hope of living.

Su Xiaobei came out of the police station, a little dizzy, the time spent with each other in the past was still yesterday, she dialed Chu Xicheng's phone, and slowly spoke after connecting: "Chu Xicheng, Hao Mei committed suicide." ”

“... Well, got it? I'll pick you up somewhere. ”

"In front of the police station."

Su Xiaobei was waiting on the platform, the traffic was scattered, the people disappeared, how many people would remember?

Chu Xicheng came quickly, but unexpectedly he drove by himself, and Su Xiaobei's face was not very good after getting in the car.

"Let's go to the cemetery."

Chu Xicheng's faint "um" echoed in the carriage, he was busy retiring from the army and changing careers during this time, and the two of them also got together less and left more, and just took the time to receive a call from Su Xiaobei, the chick was sad and blamed herself.

Su Xiaobei put Hao Mei's favorite lily in front of the tomb, the smell of grass rippled in the air with the warm wind, and a person was gone, depression was a strange word for Su Xiaobei, and she even wanted to think about whether Hao Mei had said anything heavy to her before her death to traumatize her life.

After all, there are regrets.

Chu Xicheng accompanied Su Xiaobei to stand in the cemetery for an hour, and only after she breathed a sigh of relief did he leave with her, there will always be some people in your life who take away or leave something behind, inadvertently become a small part of your experience, and may forget it in the future, but it will burst out at some point, because this is the life that flows into the blood.

After the graduation defense is the graduation ceremony, the three sisters did not live up to the efforts of this time, each of them got the unit internship evaluation and defense results, happily wearing a bachelor's uniform and a bachelor's hat to commemorate the four years of youth.

Memories of the student days will stay in this moment.

Going their separate ways, Su Xiaobei and the three of them don't have too much sadness, and the melancholy is just that this carefree campus life will not be there anymore, and at the end of the month, Xiong Ranran and Zhu Zhu will attend Su Xiaobei's wedding, so they will meet again soon.

Su Xiaobei resigned from her job in City A and devoted herself wholeheartedly to the preparation of the wedding, and when she prepared all the decorations and costumes for the venue, she was tired of lying on Chu Xicheng's bed for a day and found that she was going to get married the next day.

Chu Xicheng easily put on his groom's official clothes, his chin was slightly raised, and he shook the tie in his hand, Su Xiaobei immediately understood, this person wanted her to tie the tie, and he was helpless and happy, and she would take care of these trivial things for him in the future, and she was his wife.

"Thank you, wife."

Chu Xicheng looked down at her in a long white wedding dress, her bride was very beautiful today.

"No thanks, husband."

In the future, they support each other to face all hardships together, leaving their backs to each other, and they don't know who changed whom.

It doesn't make sense to like you.