Chapter****1: He Jia Dog Haifanwai 4

"Dad, Mom, let's not go back." The body of the younger brother was sent away, and there were only three people left in the empty ward, He Jia and his parents, and Fu Yi stood at the door and waited quietly.

"What's wrong?" The sensitive father He immediately sensed that his daughter was wrong.

"No, I just don't want to go back, I want to settle down here, let my brother know that he has a home here, so that he can feel our temperature." He Jia didn't tell the truth and used his younger brother as an excuse.

Father He nodded and didn't ask anything more.

"Clean up and go back, you can also go and see the room that Xiao Chen has arranged for you." He Mu forced her body and smiled at He Jia, her face pale and haggard.

A flash of surprise flashed in He Jia's eyes, and finally nodded.

My parents moved their jobs to country M when my brother was sick, and later bought a house in country M, in order to take better care of her brother's life, now she also decided to stay in country M.

"Let's go, there's nothing to clean up." Father He finally glanced at this ward with affection, this is the longest ward that Xiao Chen has lived in, and every corner has Xiao Chen's breath.

He Jia and He Father and He Mother returned to their house in Country M, Fu Yi also followed He Jia's side, and Miss Mo's request to him was to prevent Miss He from doing stupid things.

"The second room upstairs is your room, you can go and check it out." He Mother and Father He have been guarding He Chen's bedside for so many days and rarely resting, they dare not relax their vigilance at any time, and their work has been postponed, and they dare to relax after returning home.

He Jia nodded and went upstairs, followed by Fu Yi.

The door was unlocked, and the color was her preferred light khaki, and the first thing she saw when she walked inside was a wall full of pictures.

He Jia suddenly cried and laughed, she didn't know how He Chen had so many photos of her, and when she walked in, she realized that these were all photos that He Chen took screenshots of when she was on a video call with him.

On weekdays, the two of them have no more than ten photos together.

The color of the whole room is light and warm, and I like it at first glance, and there is a kind of warmth huddled in the quilt in the cold winter.

While walking and looking, He Jia found that every place in the room where the furniture was placed was pasted with corresponding convenience notes.

For example, this bed has this light yellow post-it note on the head of the bed, which reads:

My sister likes soft beds, but soft beds are not good for the waist, so I chose a soft and hard material, and my sister likes light colors, so the color of the quilt sheets is white and light khaki.

The hammock outside the balcony is also affixed with a sticky note:

The balcony has good sunlight, my sister can come here from time to time to bask in the sun, and there are small bookshelves and greenery in the back.

is He Jia's most coveted full-length mirror placed next to the dresser, and a post-it note is also pasted on it:

This full-length mirror solid wood is made very heavy! Sister don't move easily, be careful of hurting yourself.

Finally, on the dresser, He Chen left a message for He Jia:

Sister, there are snacks and dolls you like to eat in the quilt, if you like it, live here, I can't buy you what you like in the future, you have to take care of yourself.

He Jia burst into tears instantly, she was originally particularly moved because of her brother's carefulness, but now she can't control it at all.

Fu Yi has always been walking around behind He Jia, watching Miss He's younger brother Miss He do these things, although they are small but extremely touching and heartwarming, which makes Miss He feel her brother's last tenderness.

He Jia carefully removed one post-it note after another, then glued them together and kept them together, along with the letter her brother had written to her.

"Miss He, you can call Miss Mo back, she is waiting for you now." Fu Yi walked up to He Jia and said.

He Jia borrowed Fu Yi's mobile phone and called Mo Zishu back.

"Fu Yi, how is Jiajia now?" Mo Zishu hurriedly cared when she received the call.

He Jia heard Mo Zishu's voice full of worry, and once again burst into tears, sobbing and said: "Mo, Sister Mo, Xiaochen, Xiaochen, he is really gone." ”

Mo Zishu leaned on the sofa for a moment, although Fu Yi had already told her in advance, she still couldn't help but throb when she heard He Jia say this fact herself.

"It's okay, Jiajia, Xiaochen has done his best to persevere." Mo Zishu can understand He Jia's current feelings of despair and powerlessness.

Fu Qingyuan walked to Mo Zishu's side with a glass of hot milk, and sat down gently on Mo Zishu's shoulder.

Mo Zishu felt that the sofa beside her was dented, and a refreshing smell hit, so she leaned her head on Fu Qingyuan's shoulder socket.

"Sister Mo, I'm so scared, what should I do." He Jia stood helplessly, she had no one to rely on.

"I'll come with you." Mo Zishu said immediately, forgetting for a moment that Fu Qingyuan was still holding hot milk in his hand, and he almost didn't spill it.

"No, I don't want you to come over, it's kind of bad." He Jia also refused at the first time, she didn't want Sister Mo to see her so embarrassed.

Mo Zishu sighed softly, she knew He Jia's character too well.

"Xiao Chen's wish before his death was to donate his body, and I signed that agreement in the hospital before, and my hands were shaking." He Jia didn't know where he got the courage to sign the body donation agreement, and now he can't stand on his feet when he thinks about it.

Mo Zishu was a little surprised, but quickly reacted.

"You are already very brave, at least help Xiaochen fulfill his wish before his death." Mo Zishu comforted He Jia, He Jia's is always praiseworthy, if Xiao Chen knows, he will definitely feel very gratified.

"Sister Mo, I miss Xiaochen, I want him to come back, I want him to accompany me." He Jia clenched her mobile phone, her bones and joints were white, and her whole face was not bloody, as if she was the one who was desperately sick.

"Jiajia, it's okay, everything will pass, the way you are now, Xiao Chen will only feel more sorry for you." Mo Zishu was tormented in her heart, and she didn't know what else to do to comfort He Jia, she couldn't get over it now.

"Well, I know, Sister Mo, I'll call you when it's handled here." He Jia wiped her tears, said in a muffled voice, and then hung up the phone.

Mo Zishu wanted to say something and the phone was hung up, so she had no choice but to send a message to Fu Yi and ask him to take care of He Jia, not to let her have any mistakes.

"Miss He." After Fu Yi saw the news, he was also very helpless, Miss He's current state.

"Fu Yi, you call me Jiajia, you go out first, I want to stay alone for a while." He Jia knew what Fu Yi wanted to say, but she couldn't listen to anything now, she just wanted to be alone.

"Okay, call me if you need to." Fu nodded slightly, understanding He Jia's current mood.

The door was gently closed, and He Jia stood in place for a while before walking to Chaoyangtai, which looked numb.

The body fell and fell on top of the hammock.

The body shakes violently with the hammock, and then gradually slightly.

He Jia closed her eyes, and her mind was full of memories of her younger brother.

Fu Yi went to the garden downstairs, stood under the balcony outside He Jia's room on the second floor, looked up, and sure enough, he Jia arrived at the balcony.

Fu Yi kept standing below and looking at He Jia.

He Jia lay quietly on top of the hammock, her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

Just looking at it, a pair of eyes were swollen as large as walnuts.

He Jia has never felt that she is so tired, she sleeps and never wakes up, so she can not know that her brother is gone, and the person she loves deeply is...

Thinking of the sea of dogs, He Jia couldn't help but clench her hands into fists, and until now she can still clearly remember the girl's voice, sweet and crisp.

Country H ————

"Still didn't answer?" Fu Qingyuan looked at Mo Zishu's slightly impatient expression and asked softly.

"Well, I'll call Song Chi to see." Mo Zishu pinched her eyebrows with a headache.

Fu Qingyuan nodded, hugged Mo Zishu's shoulder, and stroked Mo Zishu's slender back with his palm.

"Duh... Honk... Honk... Sorry, your call went unanswered, so please call again later. The familiar words came from the phone, which made Mo Zishu completely impatient and hung up the phone.

"Do you want me to let him go and check where Xiaohai and they are now?" Fu Qingyuan's fingers swept over Mo Zishu's frowning brow.

"No need, wait for him to contact me." Mo Zishu shook his head.

"Then let's rest first." Fu Qingyuan looked at his girl with such a worried and haggard appearance.

Mo Zishu sighed and could only go to rest.

In the next few days, He Jia and his parents began to be busy with He Chen's funeral, because He Chen's body was donated, so this was a funeral without a body.

Moreover, Father and Mother He arrived in country M a long time ago, basically did not return to country H, and no relatives came to attend the funeral, everything was based on simplicity.

The person who came to mourn, He Chen's attending doctor, and the nurse who had taken care of He Chen for a long time, as well as Mo Zishu and Fu Qingyuan, also rushed over from country H.

"Jiajia." When Mo Zishu saw He Jia, she couldn't believe that it had only been so many days, He Jia was so haggard, the whole person had lost a lot of weight, she was numb without energy, and her eyes were even more godless.

"Sister Mo." He Jia shouted Mo Zishu in a hoarse voice, she cried for many days, locked herself in the room day and night, didn't eat or drink, and the whole person cried until she was dehydrated.

Mo Zishu looked at He Jia distressedly and sighed helplessly.

"I've worked hard for you these past few days." Mo Zishu touched He Jia's head, she heard Fu Yi say that He Chen's funeral was all handled by He Jia, and the little girl finally grew up.

He Jia shook his head, didn't say a few words to Mo Zishu, and went to receive other people who came to mourn.

Father and Mother He came over to say hello to Mo Zishu and Fu Qingyuan, and walked away without saying anything superfluous.