In the quiet room, Su Tingge stood quietly, staring at Su Tingzhou who was lying down, his eyes were closed bloodlessly, and he looked like two people on weekdays.

She only felt that her mind was empty, her heart was like someone had been cut off with a knife, the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe, her legs suddenly fell forward, and she was supported by Yang Yang beside her and gently pulled into his arms.

He's dead? He's dead?! Not long ago, she received a call from Uncle De, and she desperately rushed back in disbelief, today! She was still talking calmly to him, and then she went out, why did he die?!!

He... didn't even give her a chance to meet him, and left ruthlessly...

Uncle De on the side suppressed the sadness in his heart, slowly walked to Su Qingge, and handed her a wrench, which he took from Ting Ye's hand, and said in a tired and desolate voice: "Miss mourns." ”

Su Tingge didn't take the wrench, lowered his eyes, was silent for a while, and said hoarsely: "Father... Is there anything left for me? ”

Uncle De: "Master Ting said that he felt guilty about Miss before he was alive, and when he was in heaven, he would be a qualified father to protect you." ”

Su Tingge suddenly laughed, but tears flowed from his eyes with a smile, his teeth couldn't stop knocking together, the hand that stretched out his hand trembled so much that he couldn't hold the wrench, and finally picked it up, and it slipped back into Uncle De's hand on the fingertips.

A bony hand broke into her field of vision, and her slender fingers slowly picked up the wrench, placed it in her palm and held her hand, and the wrench was firmly grasped by her.

Xu is his hand is too warm, she can no longer control her emotions, like a child sad hugging him and crying, always thinking that the day he leaves, she will definitely not be sad, will not be sad, will not shed tears...

But now, her heart hurts so much, the pain in her bones can't be suppressed, it turns out that she cares about her father deep down in her heart, and she has always cared about him...

Uncle De couldn't bear to turn his head, and said in a faint voice: "The wrench that Ting Ye has been wearing has Madame's ashes in it, and Ting Ye said that after he dies, let me put Madame's ashes into his ashes and scatter them into the Tasman Sea, so that he will be with Madame." ”

Su Tingge looked at Uncle De in shock, his heart felt like he had been beaten heavily, and he slowly turned out and asked him, "How could it be... Mother's ashes were scattered into the sea with my own hands..."

That day, she guarded her mother's ashes and did not allow anyone to approach, feeling that each of them was dirty and no one was qualified to touch them.

Father... No way... Get...

Uncle De's eyes were a little dim, and there was an indissoluble bitterness in his tired voice: "Lord Ting likes his wife and has to hide it from everyone, he watched his wife be cremated with his own eyes, and sealed the ashes in his finger with his own hands." The first book on the bookshelf has an envelope in it, and after reading the letter, the young lady will know what you want to know. ”

Su Tingge was stunned for a moment, then ran into his study, pushed open the heavy door, paused for a moment, walked quickly under the bookshelf, and reached out to get the first book on it.

There was a faint layer of ash on the book, she wiped it carefully with her sleeve, and turned the first page, the handwriting on it was written by a person, in the format of a diary, maybe too long, or wet with water, and the contents were unrecognizable.

After a few flips, the old yellow envelope reappeared, with no date, no name, only a string of numbers she couldn't read.

Two fingers pulled out a piece of letter inside, and slowly unfolded it, the handwriting was as sharp as his own, and the opening words attracted her.

Ah Yan, see the words as faces.

Her mother's name is Gu Yan, and her father calls her Ah Yan a little closer...

She had always thought that he didn't love his mother and didn't love her daughter, but now this letter...

Ah Yan, see the words as faces.

I'm sorry, but I poured out my feelings to you in the form of a letter, because I was afraid to say it to my face, and the words didn't reach the point, and I couldn't really express what I thought in my heart.

Perhaps, when you open this letter, I am no longer in this world, this is my choice, and it is also my fate, to end everything wrong with death.

Perhaps, you will feel glad to leave me, and you will also feel sad for my death, I am used to being a domineering person, and I hope you will be sad and sad for me for a while.

Don't hate me when you see this, just make me a innocuous joke. If you have time, come and see me at my tombstone, and it would be better to bring some gifts, preferably a bottle of wine, and a word of caution, that person should not take him with me, I don't want to see him, I don't want to see him very much.

Ahem, don't think of me as a self-talking madman, if you want to be happy, just take me for a madman.

I'm going to joke again, it's a long joke. I like you, from the moment you saved me, I liked you. You're swaggering, and you're doing things in a hurry...

Don't stare at this, and don't tear up the letter in a fit of anger, please read it patiently, because the following are all words of praise for you.

Although the confusion in life is a headache for me, to be honest, I love you like this, especially when the kitchen is burned, crying and begging me to save the scene. Please calm down again, because I'm going to confess.

Ah Yan, thank you for coming into my world to give me warmth when I was most desperate, really, don't question my sincerity, I am confessing very seriously.

I am willing to use my three fireworks to exchange you for a lifetime of confusion.

Well... Don't you think it's not like I wrote it, you guessed it, I copied it on the Internet, and I want you to understand that my heart is also true.

If that person is also reading this letter, please tell him a word for me, if he dares to fail you, I will not let him go!"

Silly woman, don't feel too moved to cry, that will make me feel that you also like me a little, and you will have a fateful relationship with you.

… Feel relieved... I'm not looking for you...

Ah Yan, the sunflowers in the south of the city are blooming, can you take a look for me, take some seeds, and plant them around my tombstone, you know, I am afraid of the dark and cold, but as long as the flowers you planted with my own hands accompany me, I am not afraid of anything.

Ah Yan, you are really a woman who is not angry, forget it if you don't fight for it, your eyes are still very blind, I don't like it if it's so good, miss me to like a silly boy. Really, really, really, in the world, I can't find a more stupid woman than you! Silly woman, when you think of me in the future, don't cry with regret.

In order to make up for me, in this life, you must first find me in love with me, don't refuse, this is my last request to you.

Yan, goodbye.