Zhou Haoran and I looked at each other, glanced at the broken glass window above our heads, and rushed to the elevator without thinking.

This is the third time that Zhou Haoran and I have climbed to the eighth floor in such a panic, and the taste is almost different.

But this time is very different, because Li Bajie's ending tells us that if Wang Yuqing did it, then she must be in trouble. That's not a thing, I don't dare to think about it anymore......

Without the extra brain capacity to think, the doors and murals along the corridor flashed before his eyes, and his ears were filled with the hurried footsteps of two people, and the rough gasps.

Standing in front of the door, Zhou Haoran and I both hesitated a little, swallowed our throats, and hesitated.

In the end, Zhou Haoran glanced at me, saw that my eyes were like a torch, lifted his spirit, and kicked the door open.

Rushed into the office and went back to the inner room to look for it. When I saw Wang Yuqing lying in a pool of blood, I almost collapsed to the ground.

I felt like the whole world was spinning and turning upside down......

The surroundings were silent, and the sunset poured in through the broken glass. In the glow, Wang Yuqing lay on the ground, gritted his teeth, and squirmed forward with difficulty. Her eyes were fixed on her bag, and I saw that the mouth of the bag was half open, and the cosmetics were scattered all over the floor.

Behind Wang Yuqing, there was a long trail of blood, and the utility knife was still in a pool of blood. Further on, there were broken glass windows, curtains on both sides of the floor, vases shattered, tables and chairs tumbled.

Glancing at the mess in the house, Zhou Haoran hurriedly rushed forward to check on Wang Yuqing, turned around and shouted at me: "What are you doing stupidly? Call an ambulance!? ”

I took out my phone in hindsight, but it was too messy, and the simple three numbers were always wrong.

Wang Yuqing couldn't crawl over in the end, and his outstretched arms in mid-air collapsed on the ground because of weakness, but his eyes were fixed on the bag.

I saw Wang Yuqing's expression hesitant, frowning, hooking Qianqian's jade fingers, his fingers were stained with blood on the ground, and slowly wiped them to his lips......

Wang Yuqing rubbed the blood to his lips and smiled silently at me, and his smile seemed to freeze all of a sudden, becoming the most beautiful picture in front of my eyes.

……

"Yuqing Yuqing, how are you?" I went to see her body, and I was at a loss! Quickly take off your clothes and put them on her.

"It's okay, it's okay......" I almost cried, hugged him tightly, trembling "I've called 120, I'm going to the hospital right away, I'm going to the hospital right away, I'm going to the hospital right away, I'm going to the hospital right away, I'm going to the hospital right away......

Wang Yuqing raised his face slightly to us, and when he saw me, a trace of pride and joy flashed in his eyes.

Her slightly trembling fingers hooked lightly in front of me, as if to ask, how are her lips?

I felt a heart-rending pain, punched the floor, picked up her face and kissed it.

"You are beautiful, the most beautiful woman I have ever met."

I choked and took her into my arms, my heart was like a knife!

Wang Yuqing twitched in my arms, his mouth was full of blood, and the blood was dirty, but a bewitching and beautiful smile bloomed!

……

If you never left

If I hadn't been here

Will grief slow down!

There is nothing we can do to stop the spread of sorrow, just as we cannot choose the coming of death.

When you stand in a pool of blood and are helpless, you will understand that nothing in this world is absolutely beautiful and dirty. What you hate, may bloom with fragrance; What you love may be cold and biting; What you remember may have forgotten you; What you have discarded, face you, and look through the autumn water......

We have to walk a lot of roads in our lives, there is no right or wrong, every step has its own footprints, and it is the land on which we have footed. Even if one of you questions about it, those footprints cannot be cleaned, and the land you have been to belongs only to you in a certain historical period.

Sister Yuqing, I will reminisce about that night.

Sister Yuqing, that is only our historical period, our land, our 'love', our 'marriage', and our long-term ......

Sister Yuqing, I'm sorry!

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When Wang Yuqing was buried, Zhou Haoran and I both went to watch the ceremony. Her parents were emotionally broken, and her relatives couldn't persuade them, so they threw themselves on the crystal coffin and refused to give up.

"Why are you lying to me, this old lady? My Yuqing is still alive, don't believe it, I'll wake her up and show you! ……”

"Dead girl! I didn't go home for the New Year, I didn't bother me a lot since I was older, and now I'm pretending to be dead? See if I don't kill you......"

This scene is familiar. I remember the one where Zhao Qian was buried, and it was the same scene. The only difference is that I don't have any identity here, and Wang Yuqing's parents haven't even heard my name.

Zhou Haoran and I bowed in front of the mourning hall, and the thick dust and smoke choked people with tears.

Seeing me wipe away tears, Wang Yuqing's father projected a strange gaze. But he didn't ask much, and probably knew that everything was meaningless!

I still remember that when I first met Wang Yuqing, she stood in the corridor and frowned at me, her expression was immature and ignorant, and she looked like a distressing child.

Later on the trip, the biggest impression she gave me was that she loved to cry. I once thought that she was a pampered and fragile girl, afraid of her parents' blame more than worried about her future and safety.

However, as it turned out, I was wrong.

Wang Yuqing is a brave and proud person. She dares to love and hate, and dares to face all unbearable things. She dares to run, to dedicate herself to love, to abandon incorrect love, and to make sacrifices for unworthy people......

I thought I should apologize to her for my paranoia. I should also say thank you for her dedication! I should have a few love words here, to make up for the love words that shouldn't have happened......

The funeral was a traditional white cloth shirt, the queue was very long, and the suona sound was bleak and tactful, making people cry.

Zhou Haoran and I followed the team closely, crossing the bridge to scatter money, and the snow flew up. Piece by piece, with autumn leaves precipitated on the vast land.

There are faint thin clouds floating in the sky, the autumn wind is cold, and the cypress pines in the distance are swaying, shaking out the red leaves......

The cemetery is upstream of a lake in the western suburbs of Anshi, leaning against the mountains, and the mountains are full of red pines.

The cemetery at the foot of the mountain encloses a concave shape, and rows and rows of silver cinnamon are planted in, fragrant Yiren.

It's quiet, there are no factories and no residential areas nearby. A dilapidated concrete road crosses the mountainside, and the camphor trees on the side of the road stretch out their arms, deliberately trying to hide this reverie.

The cement road continues to the south to the embankment of the Whirlpool River. A highway crosses the river, from west to east, as far as the eye can see.

I looked at the highway that was stretching away, and suddenly I was overjoyed, and turned back to Wang Yuqing behind me: "Sister Yuqing, look, that is the highway we came back from Wu to Xishui at that time......

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