Lu Xiangbei is as old as Xu Zhaoyuan, fifteen years ago, there was a little girl who followed Lu Xiangbei like a tail for seven years, never left, never complained. It's just that Lu Xiangbei really didn't have any thoughts of talking about feelings at that time, but the little girl who had been with him for a long time would naturally be drawn into his protective circle.

However, just when their brothers had adapted to the existence of such a little girl, when Lu Xiangbei felt that he could fall in love after going to college, the little girl was gone.

Suicide.

On her way home from an outing, she was stopped by six people, and the nightmare began.

She didn't show up with them for days, they all thought she was tired of it, and who knew that then her mother came over and invited them to the funeral - she ended her life at the age of twenty-one in the bathroom at home.

They were all shocked, the little girl with a smile like a flower, the little girl who followed them, the little girl who was still smiling and talking to them a few days ago, the little girl who Lu Xiangbei wanted to hold her in his hand, the little girl, lying on the cold bed in the hospital like this, with a pale face.

Lu Xiangbei stood in front of the bed, looking at his very familiar face, the little girl who was often smiling beside him, was not smiling now, and even cried before, he slowly squatted down, his fingers gently caressed her face, Xu Zhaoyuan stood behind him, next to Lu Xiangnan, Lai Ziqian, Fu Erxi, her mother left space and time to them.

Lu Xiangnan walked over, patted Lu Xiangbei's shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, don't do this." ”

Lu Xiangbei was still squatting and didn't speak, but his eyes were red, and he finally understood what this sentence "tears can't flow when the pain is extreme" means, his heart hurts, he wants to cry, but his eyes are dry like a desert that hasn't rained for many years, it hurts, he wants to cry, but he can't cry, his head hurts.

But it hurts even more that it's his little girl.

Those six scumbags dared to treat his little girl like this, the little girl he had never been willing to hurt, and they spoiled him like this.

He dropped a kiss on her hand, then slowly stood up and turned around slowly.

Xu Zhaoyuan noticed the anger flashing in his red eyes, and hurriedly raised his hand to stop him, only to find that his own voice was also hoarse: "To the north, don't be impulsive!" ”

Lu Xiangbei waved his hand, looked at him, and smiled, that was the most bitter smile Xu Zhaoyuan had shown when he had seen Lu Xiangbei for so long.

"Xu Zhaoyuan, don't stop me, I'll help An Meng get justice."

Xu Zhaoyuan grabbed his hand again and stopped him from leaving: "How to ask?" Are you going to kill them? ”

"So I'm just going to let them go, right? And those who talk a lot, to be honest, Ah Yuan, I want to kill them all. ”

When An Meng's mother met with them, she was red-eyed and told them that An Meng had committed suicide, she said that some neighbors heard the news of An Meng's rape out of nowhere, and began to point fingers at their whole family.

All kinds of unbearable remarks rushed into her ears in an instant, and the last string she had been tense was completely broken, and she cut her wrist in the bathroom that night.

Bright red blood dripped on the white tiles, and An Meng looked at the trickle of blood, she slid down by the sink, hot tears sliding down her gradually cold face.

She's dead.

By the time her parents found her, her body was already cold, An Meng's mother covered her mouth, knelt in front of her corpse, and cried bitterly, An Meng's father supported her, covered her wrist with his hand, and whispered: "Meng Meng, it's cold on the ground, go to the room with Dad to sleep." ”

It's a pity that no matter how they cry, An Meng won't respond, won't smile at them, won't cry, won't speak.

There are always some people who preconceived the blame for the fault of the matter, even if that side is the victim, and they always stand at the highest point and despise all beings, as if they are the overlord of this world.

After An Meng died, they said that An Meng had poor psychological quality, and even said that she was a thief with a weak heart, saying that she seduced a man by herself, and then had no face to see people, so she committed suicide.

The most ruthless thing in this world is the words, and the coldest and most hurtful thing is the words, they just say, they don't think about the consequences at all, and they don't think about how strong their psychological quality will be to withstand all this if they encounter such a thing.

Obviously, An Meng is a victim, but in their mouths, she has become a self-inflicted person who cannot live, how ridiculous and pathetic.

This is also the reason why Lu Xiangbei is so angry.

"They don't know anything, they just talk with one mouth, and it's really funny." Lu Xiangbei said, "It's damn too." ”

"To the north." Xu Zhaoyuan was also very angry, but his reason was still there, his eyes motioned to Lu Xiangnan to come over and pull Lu Xiangbei together, although Lu Xiangbei is usually a very calm person, but now in this situation, no matter how he looks at it, he looks like a person who will act impulsively.

They were thinking about how to stop Lu Xiangbei from looking for someone desperately, when the door was pushed open, and it was An Meng's mother who came in.

She held a letter in her hand, looked at Lu Xiangbei, who was blocked by Xu Zhaoyuan, and said, "Xiangbei, this is found in Mengmeng's relics, and she wrote it to you." ”

Xu Zhaoyuan and Lu Xiangnan let go, and Xu Zhaoyuan moved out of the way again, letting Lu Xiangbei and An Meng's mother stand face to face. Lu Xiangbei looked at the black envelope, and the first thought in his mind was: That girl really loves black to the extreme, and even the last letter to him has to be sealed in a black envelope.

He stepped forward and took the letter, An Meng's mother glanced at her daughter on the bed, sighed, and said, "To the north, Meng Meng hopes you are well." ”

Lu Xiangbei raised his head and looked at the woman who had just lost her only daughter, she was holding back tears, choking and encouraging him.

He hugged her gently, patted her on the back, and whispered, "Auntie, you have to be strong too." "He didn't know what they were going to do, but he had made up his mind at this moment that he would support them and do his best.

An Meng's mother didn't know what he was thinking, she was in the arms of this young man that her daughter liked very much, and remembered how good her daughter had said in her ear about how good this young man was, and remembered her daughter's voice and smile.

Her tears flowed all over her face.

As for the letter, it was Lu Xiangbei who read it himself, they didn't know what the content was, they only knew that Lu Xiangbei locked himself in his room for a whole week after reading the letter, if he didn't eat a little bit every day, they would all wonder if he committed suicide in the room.

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Xu Zhaoyuan looked at his mobile phone, but his thoughts drifted far away, the little girl back then, although she was bent on Lu Xiangbei, but she was really good to their brothers, if this didn't happen, maybe she would have married Lu Xiangbei, and she might have had a child.

In the past eight years, a few days before and after An Meng's death day, they would not be able to find Lu Xiangbei, at first they thought something had happened, but later they found out that he went to live in a place with An Meng for a few days, every year, so at that time every year, everyone will leave him a space for himself to stay by himself.

Mr.xv: It's Xiangnan's brother, if you don't mind, it's okay to add him.