At noon, the car that picked up Lu Guoqiang and his wife came back. After knowing the news, Yang Xiuying almost fainted, but it was Lu Guoqiang who pinched her and forced her to wake up.

The old couple stumbled into the car and didn't speak all the way. In the end, Lu Guoqiang said regretfully: "I knew earlier, we would have listened to Qingqing's words and went to live in the capital, and now we won't be in such a hurry." You said that if you delay your efforts, you won't be able to see her for the last time......"

"Don't talk about it......" Yang Xiuying burst into tears, and her heart was like a knife. This pain of losing her daughter is the second time she has tasted it.

At the beginning, the fortune teller said that her daughter may not be the original daughter, and she also knows it in her heart, even if she doesn't make it clear to Lu Qingqing, the two of them are tacit.

But she always thought that this Qingqing was her old girl and her daughter, after all, after so many years, Qingqing had never left them and was filial to them.

Even if she knew it wasn't, she didn't want to think about it. After all, this person is here, and my daughter is there.

Now, this person is also leaving, and she knows that she is really going to lose this daughter.

As soon as the old couple came, everyone else went out, leaving the place to them. In terms of sadness and sadness, there is no one present who is not sad, if you add the word "most", it must be a parent.

The old couple threw themselves in front of the bed, bursting into tears.

Lu Qingqing opened her mouth, but the "parents" never came out. She has called countless times, both for her aunt and for herself.

They took her as the sustenance of their daughters, and she also regarded them as the sustenance of their parents. At least the feelings between them are real.

It's just that now, she is no longer an aunt, this body has abandoned her, and she doesn't want to pretend to be someone else at the last time.

In the end, Lu Qingqing didn't call out, but just said to Yang Xiuying: "I'm leaving, I should have left a long time ago, don't be sad." ”

"I know...... I know ......" Yang Xiuying cried and nodded, "Girl, you've worked hard all these years." ”

A sentence of hard work contains too much.

Lu Qingqing understood, and smiled slightly, "It's not hard, I'm happy." ”

She felt that she was having a hard time talking now, and she guessed that there was not much time left!

To be honest, it has not been easy to survive until now. The doctor had decided that she would live for three months, but now that it has passed, she is content.

"Qiao Qiao......" Lu Qingqing looked at Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu hurriedly came over and squatted next to the old lady beside the bed. "I'm here."

Lu Qingqing was blindfolded, looking at him reluctantly, wanting to remember his appearance firmly, after so many years, he is still as handsome as before, but it is too pitiful.

"Qiaoqiao, remember your words, after I die, you have to live well."

"I remember." Qiao Yu held her hand and pressed it to her cheek, "Qingqing, I have a question for you." ”

Holding back tears, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Where the hell are you from?" Tell me okay? ”

Lu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, in fact, she also knew that Qiao Yu probably knew her origin, but she had never asked, and it was not strange to ask now.

Lu Qingqing smiled, a red line flowed from her lips, and her voice was extremely soft: "Qiaoqiao, you live well, you will see me in the future, I was also called Qingqing, remember." In fact...... I'm straight ......."

Before the word "daughter" was spoken, blood gushed out from the corner of Lu Qingqing's mouth, her nose was also bleeding, and she fainted.

These were the last words she left.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival on the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, Lu Qingqing died in the provincial hospital. Yue Qianfeng came one step too late and failed to say a parting word to her, so he regretted it for half his life.

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