Compassion for what?

A man dies like a lamp goes out.

It's a normal thing to be fast.

Jiang Di didn't want to see the sympathetic expressions of those people, even if in fact they were all the victims of the accident in a lively discussion.

"It's a pity for such a young girl."

Young......

It's a pity.

Jiang Di's body was fluttering, floating across the cordon, and the ambulance came, and carried the young girl lying in a pool of blood on a stretcher.

Ambulance Ula Ula comes, Ula Ula goes.

It was such a congested section, but the ambulance drove out of the posture that it was the only car on the road.

"The man is dead."

"No need to save it."

Even if he didn't see the girl's face, Jiang Di recalled the scene before his death.

She didn't feel the ambulance coming.

It's just a moment of whirlwind, and I didn't even feel any pain, and I died a little crisply.

Eight hardships in life, eight hardships in fantasy, her life does not have eight hardships.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, she has not had time to grow old.

Love but can't be, she is a person whose mood changes very quickly, she doesn't even know love, how can she have the emotion of not being able to love.

Jiang Di, who wanted to see what he looked like in the hospital, just thought about it, and the next moment he was standing in the operating room.

The girl who had already been given a death notice was a little thin and pale.

But it just looks like I'm asleep.

I don't know who wiped her blood off her face and arranged her hair.

Jiang Di, who felt a little dumbfounded, walked in front of his body lying there.

What a young face.

Without Loshi, I don't think anyone would be sad about his death.

Jiang Tu hooked the corners of her lips, and her smile was not very good-looking.

The reflective glass couldn't see herself, and there was no figure of her in the mirror.

"If there was no Yan Xi at that time, would I have stayed by my side in my current form, wandering in the world, not wanting to go anywhere, not wanting to do anything."

Just thinking about it, Jiang Di felt that it was very possible.

On the day of cremation, many people came unexpectedly.

The funeral was organized by her wife, who took care of her very well in high school, and Jiang Di looked at those familiar or somewhat unfamiliar faces appearing at her funeral, her expression was a little sad, and her heart was a little touched.

She didn't see her funeral.

I didn't know that these people who hadn't been in touch for a long time would appear at their funerals like this.

The funeral was not extravagant or deliberately simplistic, and when some things about the acquaintance of the deceased were mentioned at the memorial service, no one spoke in a short time.

Jiang Di smiled, thinking to himself, isn't this difficult for a strong man.

It seems to be a bit embarrassing now.

"I've known her for a long time, long before she knew I existed."

"I wanted to get ready to take her home, but I was late."

The young man in the black suit was holding a black umbrella, he was late, but no one could blame him.

Jiang Di's eyes widened, and she almost burst into tears.

"yes, you're late......"

No one could see her.

Jiang Tuan was quiet, three steps away from the young man holding the black umbrella.

One after another, people spoke, and she was at the center of the conversation.

"When I first saw her, I thought to myself, such a quiet girl should be very quiet."

"That's a big misunderstanding."

"Yes, it's just that the sun just came in through the window that afternoon, and it fell on half of her body, she sat in her seat and flipped through a book, Qi bangs were a little heavy, she took out a hand to pull her hair behind her ear, and she didn't even lift her eyes."

"At that time, it should be the happiest time for her."

The person who spoke was caught up in the memories of that year, and his tone was soft and nostalgic.

Jiang Di recognized that this was a girl who was very bad with her at the beginning.

If you think about it, they had a good relationship for a while.

So what does this mean?

Listening to classmates and friends who had participated in a small part of his life talk about himself, Jiang Di, who had already experienced many tasks, was a little dazed for a while.

At that time, as long as she didn't ask, no one would take the initiative to tell her anything.

As long as she doesn't take the initiative to mention it, no one will ask her if she needs anything.

After a lot of courage and enthusiasm, she became quieter and less obtrusive.

It's actually still abrupt.

Jiang Di covered her eyes to prevent herself from shedding tears here.

Even if no one could see her.

So there's still something you can't ask for?

Eight hardships in life, her short life, if you really want to talk about it, maybe there is only one love to part.

Is it really missing?

Jiang Di didn't know the bottom in her heart.

In her life, she has lived like an autobiography, the person who wrote it is herself, and the protagonist is also herself.

It's just that she treats other people as passers-by, and she doesn't think that those people are all important characters at all.

Those people all existed in her youth.

At that time, she still had color, could toss, jump, cry, laugh and make trouble.

will play tricks on people, will be dismissive of some things, and will pity some weak people.

You will feel that you are kind, you will feel arrogant, you will feel indifferent.

Later, she only felt that it was good to be alive.

It's good to live without causing trouble to others, to live quietly.

Don't complain.

Don't ask for it.

Keep what you have and live quietly.

Don't put other people's expectations on yourself, and don't put pressure on yourself to find something that you don't have.

Live your life in peace.

Unexpectedly, a disaster fell from heaven? There will be such an end in a peaceful life, Jiang Di never thought of it.

Fortunately, this funeral, my wife did a very decent funeral for her.

Looking at the gray-haired wife who had entered old age, after the others left, she sighed softly, returned home with a bouquet of flowers, sat on the balcony where the sun was shining, and chattered to her photos.

The young people around me don't know when they disappeared.

It was as if he had spoken a few words to his wife.

Jiang Di walked to his wife's side, afraid that his current state was not good, and he was worried that it would affect his wife's health, so he silently withdrew a few steps.

The photo is in color, and it is a group photo taken with her wife and teacher back then.

At that time, I must have been very happy.

With such a love, she has always liked something unique.

The teacher and the teacher and the mother had no children, and had a daughter in the early years, who died early because of her frailty, and later her temperament made the teacher worry a lot, and she was often sick due to physical reasons.

Jiang Di jokingly called Mrs. Chen's mother at that time, and Mrs. Chen happily responded, and later this call of Chen's mother, Jiang Di shouted for many years.