"Is that all she said? Do you know the cause of her death? ”

Yi'an sat in a Japanese restaurant and asked Mr. Hu persistently and urgently.

Mr. Hu shook his head, leaned on the sofa of the booth, and shook the wine glass slightly with his right hand, "She said that with courage, you can face death......

"Although I don't agree with this point of view. But she .......," Mr. Hu said, "If I had guessed earlier why she had told me so many things and so many things in the past for no reason, maybe I could have persuaded her to survive." ”

"No, my sister is too strong, no one can change her decision, and it is impossible for my father, let alone others."

Mr. Hu sighed. He gritted his teeth and wanted to smoke.

"Do you hate your sister?"

"I don't hate her." Yi'an's eyes were firm, and his eyes revealed sadness, "I'm afraid of her, but I also love her, but she doesn't know." ”

"If only she had been able to go back, everything would have changed."

"yes, why didn't she come back? How long is she going to hate us? ”

Yi'an said goodbye to Mr. Hu and took a taxi back to the hotel for more than 20 US dollars. Mom and Dad sat on the couch in the hotel, silently looking at the 'death report' and the 'verdict' from three years ago.

After that, the room was filled with the cries of my mother, and even my father took off his eyes from the white mist, hid his face and bowed his head.

Yi'an walked to her father and took the two Chinese and English documents, of which the Chinese one she flipped through twice, and the more she looked at it, the more painful it became. "Emotionally uncertain", "opinionated", "unrepentant", "deceased", "serotonin", "hallucination", "drowning", Yi'an threw down the papers, walked out quietly and quickly, quickly swiped the room card into his room next door, and finally cried.

"I've never spoken to her seriously, we don't look like sisters at all, when my classmates asked me if I was an only child, at first I would be very happy to say that I had an older sister, but after a long time, I never contacted my sister, but like an only daughter."

She told me that she wanted to go back to China, but she didn't know whether to go home or go to another country, and she couldn't make up her mind...... She's been in a nursing home for five or six months, I've seen it three or four times...... Previously, I was only in charge of contacting interpreters for detainees...... It's a shame for her, and Smith didn't expect it to be like this......"

Mr. Hu always remembers the conversation that night, in which he sat in a Buick SUV he had bought less than a year ago, waiting for his girlfriend, who was still working overtime in the cubicle, to get off work. Half an hour ago, she sent a text message saying that she would get off work at half past ten, and Hu Zhengsheng had nothing to do at home, so he drove over to pick her up in advance. It was past the rush hour, the road was not blocked, and it took twenty minutes to get to the downstairs of my girlfriend's company.

At ten o'clock, he was a little sleepy and almost fell asleep, at this time Xie Yihua called, he picked it up, and chatted with her in a sober voice. He listened to her chatter, some of which had no beginning or end. Later, his girlfriend went downstairs early, stood ten meters away and waved to him, and he hung up the phone to prevent her from being suspicious. Women are always like that, and he doesn't want to quarrel with her again over these things.

He got out of the car to greet his girlfriend, and when he saw that she looked tired, the tiredness on his face was much lessened when he saw him, and he stepped forward to hug her and habitually kissed her on the cheek and lips.

When the car engine started, Hu Zhengsheng turned the steering wheel and left the road where no one was there, and he thought of the phone call just now, and he felt that Xie Yihua's tone was a little strange.

The moonlight was cold, and he and his fiancée held hands and walked to the third floor, where they had lived for a year, and the corridors were full of small advertisements, and the apartment was full of people, but because the rent was cheap, they had been living here.

"Let's move after we get married."

After entering the door, the girlfriend made this suggestion again.

They went in to take a bath, and halfway through the bath the water ran out again.

"Let's move."

Hu Zhengsheng put down the shower head and finally agreed.

Hu Zhengsheng picked up a bath towel to wipe off the shower gel on his body, they changed their clothes, and took their toiletries to a nearby four-star hotel to take a bath and go to bed. And Xie Yihua's abnormality, Hu Zhengsheng has long been forgotten, he has his own life to face, and he has no time to spend time and energy thinking about other people's lives. The next day I woke up and went to work, working a cramped desk in front of Chinese and English documents, and I liked to stare at a Rolex watch on my phone while eating. When he goes home, he will cook with his girlfriend, collect bills, pay bills, and go to the supermarket to buy groceries, which is all his life, which is somewhat trivial, and very different from the life of an elite lawyer that he fantasized about when he was a student.

In fact, he has always been very reluctant to admit that without the support of his parents, he can't afford to live a high-end life at all, not even the mid-range.

On the day the identity of the drowning victim was revealed, Hu Zhengsheng was arguing with his girlfriend over marriage. She insisted that her parents stay here for a while longer, and that they could take them to see the famous classics in New York or go on vacation to Los Angeles and Hollywood to see the big white English letters halfway up the mountain. And Hu Zhengsheng hopes that the elders will leave by plane after the wedding. They don't have honeymoons, they don't have extra vacations, and they can't be with their elders all day.

As an eloquent lawyer, he thought he could convince her with strong logic, but he was persuaded by his girlfriend. She is not a girl who is obedient to men in Xie Yihua's impression, she has her own thoughts and thoughts, and she has always lived in her own hopes and expectations. For the wedding of her dreams, she planned for more than half a year.

They passed by a musical instrument shop that day, and a Steinway grand piano was placed in the center of the store, and it was dazzling. His girlfriend dragged him into the store, and after questioning the clerk, she sat down on the Steinway stool and played a song called "Dream Wedding."

Hu Zhengsheng recalled the story he told a few years ago when he laughed at Xie Yihua and himself, Xie Yihua didn't listen to Clayderman, and his girlfriend liked this song very much.

There is nothing inherently wrong with art. The girlfriend played very well, and then she played "The Girl's Prayer" again, Hu Zhengsheng stood aside and listened, and accidentally picked up his mobile phone to look at the time, it was this action that made him see the news.

On the way back, he repeatedly made himself accept the news, and even called Smith.

"I didn't think it either, it's not scientific."

Smith was equally surprised.

Hu Zhengsheng went home and washed his face and asked his girlfriend: "What do you think... What is love? ”

"Love is understanding and tolerance, just like me and you."

The girlfriend smiled sweetly and kissed him.

Hu Zhengsheng shook his head and ran out of the room.

It took him days to believe. found her father's company address on Google, sent an e-mail to the company, in which he confessed his identity, and wrote down some details and records of Xie Yihua's imprisonment from memory, and gave screenshots of the news of her death one by one, and finally left his mobile phone number at the end.

After Xie Yihua's death, he happened to take on a case independently, although it was small, he paid more attention to it, hoping to take it to make his career go further. After being busy for a while and having a little leisure, he wrote this email, and when he saw the date of the email, he realized that a week had passed.