Finally, on the fourth day, the original black hair turned into a wisp of white hair, which shocked the doctors and nurses.

On the fifth day, a middle-aged man with vicissitudes came. He sat gently on the edge of Mu Xi's bed, looking at the white-haired young girl, with an indescribable distress.

"I'm ...... Qiao Shaoyu's father. When the man said the three words Qiao Shaoyu, his eyes instantly turned red.

He paused and continued, "I've been busy with too many things these days, and I haven't had time to see you." He looked up at Mu Xi, and when Mu Xi heard Qiao Shaoyu's three words, his eyes flickered and dimmed again.

He continued, "You know what? As a man, Shaoyu is something to be proud of. Because he used his life to protect the people he wanted to protect, should we be proud of him? ”

The man took a breath and said, "Shaoyu said before his death that no matter what happened, he would promise him to protect a person well, her name is Mu Xi."

The man still remembered Qiao Shaoyu's decisive gaze that day, and he said: Dad, can you do me a favor? I have a classmate who also wants to study abroad, she is very good and studies well, but it is a bit troublesome to apply for documents.

Qiao Shaoyu's decision from childhood to adulthood was supported by his parents. He also checked Muxi's information, she was an excellent child, so he agreed to help them go abroad together. But in this bright future, Qiao Shaoyu has no way to participate.

The man's eyes flashed with tears, and the departure of his son was undoubtedly a fatal blow to him, with heavy pain.

Who can understand the pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person?

Mu Xi finally had a reaction, she looked at this face that looked a little similar to Qiao Shaoyu, and her face flashed with tears.

"I want you to cheer up and fulfill his unfulfilled last wish for him, okay?" The man gently stroked her white hair with his hand, "If you are like this, Shao Yu will be angry, his dream is to go abroad with you, have you forgotten?" Child. ”

Tears swirled in Mu Xi's eyes, and she seemed to see Qiao Shaoyu lying on the table of the cram school, seriously planning the itinerary of studying abroad.

The man took out a notebook in his briefcase and said, "I'll give you this sketchbook, and I think it should belong to you."

The man placed the sketchbook on Mushi's bedside and zipped up his briefcase. Walking to the door of the ward, he looked back deeply at the girl whose son protected him with his life, and her pale hair, and instantly made tears fall from the uncontrollable heartache.

God is really unfair, why did they suffer such a change at such a young age?

After the man left, Luo Lanyue and Xiang Huanan kept watching at the door and did not disturb Mu Xi.

I saw Mu Xi get out of bed, pick up the painting book that Qiao Shaoyu used before, and sit barefoot on the ground.

Page by page, there is a girl in it, as bright as a crescent moon when she laughs, pear blossoms with rain when she cries, like a porcelain doll when she is quiet, and she still carries the wind when she walks.

And the last page, half of the smiling faces, came to an abrupt end.

Muhi's tears dripped down the paper, blurring the girl's bright smile on it.

Mu Xi hugged the notebook tightly to his chest, and finally couldn't hold back his twitching crying, his hoarse voice was so bitter, like a lost child, crying so helplessly.

A suppressed and painful sigh, heart-rending cry, filled this white ward with endless sorrow.

The faint light, the gray hair shrouded the thin and trembling body on the ground, and from then on, there was no warm embrace that could keep her warm.

Outside the room, Luo Lanyue looked at Mu Xi's broken crying, and couldn't help but cry in Xiang Huanan's arms.

From that day on, Muhi was alone in the cold night, chewing on the cramping in his heart, lonely and cold.

She sat barefoot on the ground and enjoyed the biting coldness that came from the floor, and it penetrated her whole body from her feet to the coldness of her bone marrow, which could not numb her aching heart.

It was as if I had a long, long dream, and when I woke up, the spring light was just right, and the breeze gently moved the curtains.

In front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, there is a blooming kapok tree, and the fiery red petals are blooming like life.