The professor held her hand tightly, her consciousness was blurred, and the sound of an ambulance was already ringing.

"Ma'am, you've done a good job, hold on a little longer, and you'll be fine."

Wang Xizhi's gaze became clear and clear, isolating her tired feelings, she realized something, and said to the professor silently: "I'm sorry." ”

I closed my eyes again, and the tiredness slowly resurfaced, as if I was immersed in water.

The professor watched her close his eyes, and he called out to her in a panic.

The doctor lifted her into the car, and the professor followed.

Blood transfusions, defibrillators, oh God......

......

When the young master learned about this, it had already been a night.

And when he saw the professor again, it was already at the Egembio cemetery.

An old gentleman in a suit stood in the rain, holding a black umbrella.

The young master and Pilsen were also standing beside him, the same dark outfit.

"Wang Xizhi is buried here." The words on the tombstone seemed to be engraved into his heart.

The professor's hand was tightly gripping the umbrella, and he had to clench his teeth to stop the sourness of his eyes.

He knelt down on one knee and placed the flower in his hand under the tombstone.

The hand holding the umbrella, which had a new watch on it.

Her voice seemed to echo in my ears.

“I'm sorry.”

It was like when she was in Darkmond, but this time, it was her last words.

Perhaps when she said she was sorry, she realized that even if she tried her best, she could only give it to God.

The old gentleman's hand was on the tombstone, he didn't want to be vulnerable in front of outsiders, but at this moment, the tombstone, the words on it, and the watch in his hand, all made him tremble, and his left hand discarded the umbrella, pinched his eyebrows tightly, and trembled.

Uncontrolled spillage of clear, salty liquid.

Pavarotti came from afar, picked up the umbrella, and held it up for him.

He took a flower out of his coat and put it down.

He even secretly hid the flowers.

In the cold wind, the young master looked at the professor, looked at the king's tombstone, and turned his head to look at the lonely grave diagonally behind, where he also left a bouquet of flowers.

It's Kiki's tombstone.

In the end, he and his wife were buried here.

The young master's eyes were sour, he bit his lower lip, choked in his throat, and pressed his forehead.

"I'm sorry." The young master choked softly.

Neither Lady nor Ji had the chips needed to participate in this game.

Why did the professor and himself survive?

Samuel, this place can't accommodate simple and kind people like Madam and Ji.

Pilsen left first, and then the young master also left, and Pavarotti handed the handkerchief and said softly, "Master, let's go." ”

The professor was silent, his fingers pressed against the lacrimal ducts, and although he no longer wept, he fell into a state of silence.

"Miss King uses her life to let you live, she must not want you to live badly, she would rather give up her life to let you live. So even for the sake of Miss, you have to take care of yourself. ”

After more than ten seconds, the professor wiped his face with a handkerchief and finally called out to the tombstone: "Wang." ”

All that responded to him was a drizzle of rain and a cold wind, the petals of which fluttered in the wind, and the raindrops condensed on them and merged into the earth.

The professor slowly stood up, straight and straight, and he took Pavarotti's umbrella and walked out of the cemetery.

......

He had returned to Unis Projado one last time, he still had the key to the place, but it was empty, and he went to the lady's desk, and according to her wishes, put her things in order, and would take with him the evidence of her existence.

The professor patiently picked up each book on the shelf, opened it and flipped through it, and when his eyes touched the copy of The Sinner's Psychology, he felt his heart throb again, and his breathing suddenly became difficult.

The lady did not know when she placed a copy of "The Psychology of Sinners" on the same bookshelf as she had set up, because only she would pass by in the corner where she was, and it was in the innermost part of the shelf, and no one found it.

The professor took down the book, it wasn't very new, at least it was clearly read, and she might have read it again at some point.

The professor took it off, and the title page still had that sentence written on it, and her handwriting was still as familiar as Juanxiu, but there was an extra line underneath.

"He was never my God, so I didn't need to believe in Him. But this made me fall hopelessly in love with him without those so-called adorations. ”

The professor couldn't help but tugging at the corners of his mouth, leaning against the bookshelf, smiling so bitterly.

He flipped through the pages, and every corner of each page was filled with her notes, sharp and critical, and he pulled out of the lady's office chair and sat down, carefully reading every sentence she had written.

"I don't know why he thinks it's commonal, but maybe it's because I'm too individual."

"Obvious egoism."

"There is, it's arrogance."

"It appeared, it was selfish."

Below this sentence, there is one more paragraph.

"Yes, he's always been very selfish, except for me."

"If I really indulge, the day I wake up from my dream, the pain of separation will definitely kill me."

The professor's palm pressed against the book.

But the lady finally separated from him, and the pain not only killed her, but also killed herself.

The professor flipped through the pages, and Pavarotti came over to turn on the lights, made dinner, and quietly withdrew.

The professor didn't touch the dinner, and he suddenly turned to a chapter with a few sheets of paper in it. He took them out and flipped them open.

Dear Andiel Lanchester：

I'm sorry, because so much has happened lately, and I am full of unknowns about the future, and I am not sure if I can tell you something to your face.

I regret and am sad about the matter of Ji, but I want to believe that you are equally disappointed about it, even if you don't show it. I apologize for my tantrum and vexatious behavior towards you.

Even if you're not as good as I would like you to be, there's no excuse that no one has to take care of others all the time.

Even if I didn't, I don't want to condemn you, I shouldn't condemn you.

When I found out that I was in love with you, I knew that I should be in love with all of you, and I loved everything about you, which made me cherish your strengths and tolerate your shortcomings. And your shortcomings may just be from my point of view, what I thought were shortcomings.

But I know that this time around, I'm going to make a break for the sake of everything.

And before I started those things, I left all my objectivity and sanity in this letter. If the accident I feared did happen, you should have found out about this letter.

It doesn't matter if you can't find out, because I'll tell you myself if I can; But if something regrettable happens, the meaning of the letter is no longer important.

I'm sure you know I'm loving you, and privately I want you to know about it, but if I'm gone, then this letter could hurt you, which I don't want to see.

So I want to tell you that whatever the end result is, it must be my choice, you don't have to feel any burden, that's something I'm willing to do and do. If you miss me very much, then I hope you must live well, as you have always hoped, with your best face and the most proud attitude.

You're Andiel M. Lanchester, it's the Lanchester I fell in love with, and if you can, don't change anything. Unless, of course, you want change and believe it's a good change.

If it's you, if you believe it's good, I believe it's good.

I want to express my gratitude, for all things, gains and losses are often no longer important at the time of separation, whether you bring me good or bad, as long as it is time with me, it is my treasure, I will always treasure them in my heart.

No matter where you are, I will do my best to love you.

If you meet a gentle and kind lady in the future, then please be sure to cherish and love her, don't have too many secrets with her, you can have due differences, I don't want to be a burden on your life, although you have always been so calm and free.

Please be sure to take care of yourself with my share.

Finally, I love you.

Wang Xizhi.

Her last signature was in Old Chinese.

The professor pressed the letter to his heart and tilted his head.

He looked at the slowly cooling dinner, brought it to himself, this time without praying, and ate it bite by bite.

Tears blurred his vision again, and as he put down his spoon, he looked at the office in front of him.

On the couch in the middle sat Ki, at the desk sat Adams, and in the opposite seat sat herself, and the ladies were here every day, watching them and loving them.

And love yourself deeply.

The lady is a person who does not leave too much information about herself on paper, let alone write a diary, and the dense notes in the book, and the letter, are all examples she has made for herself.

And her drawer, when opened, was simple, with some documents neatly placed inside, and an old fountain pen, which had obviously not been used for a long time.

Many years ago, she used a pen to write a paragraph to herself, but she didn't know if it was this one.

He picked up the pen, put it in his pocket, and pulled open the left drawer.

There were two plastic-sealed photographs of Mrs. Leo on her birthday, and she didn't know when they were washed.

Pick up the photo, and there is also a line of words behind the second one.

"Thank you very much for the gift."

The lady may not have known that there would be such a day, except for the letter, everything else was carefully recorded when she was quietly thinking about a certain person, and every sentence, whether positive or negative, hid her concern.

and her love.

Just like her thoughtfulness and care, her love is also so inconspicuous, but it is scattered in every corner.

"I'm sorry." The professor said to the king in the photo. "I didn't find out until now."

The king in the photo is still smiling softly, even though he was almost smeared with cream by the two little boys.