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Night was approaching, and the gray sky looked a little gloomy and oppressive, with a constant cool breeze and a dampness wafting in the air.

Ye Ming stood in front of the rows of cold tombstones, her eyes were gray and white only for terminally ill patients, and she looked straight at the tombstones directly opposite for a long time, she seemed to be choked by her throat, crushed by the cruel reality, but she insisted on standing.

Tombstone photo.

The man's resolute face, with sharp and angular coldness, does not like to smile, only has shallow eye lines at the corners of his eyes, and he is used to pursing his lips.

Ye Ming felt pain in her heart, and her eyes trembled.

She was reluctant to move away for a second, trying to see him clearly, her throat ached, she covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed lowly.

Soon, Ye Ming saw a pool of blood on the handkerchief.

Her eyes were dyed with sadness, and there was a hint of relief, she raised her head, smiled wryly and said to the tombstone photo: "I haven't seen you for almost twenty years, you haven't changed, but I have traces of time." ”

has been tormented by pain, and after a long time, people have been wasted.

Ye Ming is no longer young, in addition to her pale skin and no blood, she is so thin that her bones are about to protrude, her hair is dull and lusterless, this face is aging rapidly, and wrinkles are crawling into the corners of her eyes.

When a woman is old, she is even more sick when she is sick.

Ye Ming had a lot of words and wanted to say to this man, but she muttered in her mouth: "Jiang Yadong! ”

Every time she screamed, her heart would ache and hurt.

I bent down in pain, I couldn't stand steadily, and I was in pain: "I hurt my daughter, and you hurt my daughter." ”

The cold wind in the cemetery was blowing constantly, empty and indifferent, the atmosphere was a little gloomy and terrifying, it was getting dark, and there was no one here.

Ye Ming was in front of Jiang Yadong's tombstone, crying for a long time in a hoarse voice.

Maybe before people die, they will always recall the scenes of the past before their death, she hated this foolish man, and loved so much that she couldn't wait to give up her life, in this life, she has suffered from separating from him, her face was as gray as she learned when he remarried, and her heart was like a delivery when she learned that he died, and everything was almost consuming the rest of her life.

Ye Ming thought in a trance......

Isn't there nothing wrong with you? She was too weak under her kind countenance, and let her daughter repeat her own fate......

"Yadong, if it is a mistake to say that we are separated, then it is even more wrong to combine."

Ye Ming kept coughing, her voice was blown away by the cold wind, and her white handkerchief had been dyed red, revealing a faint smell of blood.

She was finally tired of standing, and with a rapid gasp for breath, she dragged her sick body to the tombstone and snuggled up.

It was the first time in nearly twenty years that she had been so close to him, but unfortunately, she had encountered a cold tombstone instead of a warm and broad chest.

Ye Ming's fingertips turned white, and she touched the photo on the tombstone little by little, her eyes overflowing with tears: "Back then, my father suddenly had an accident, which hit me hard...... Later, it was you who brought me out of the shadow of losing my loved ones, but it was your mother who gave me a fatal blow. ”

"Yadong, I love you, it has never changed in this life."

"My daughter said that you have been looking for me all my life, and this time I will come to you."

There was no trace of desperation in her voice, tears in her eyes, and a smile.

Extrication......

For her, who was tormented by illness, it was a real relief.

Ye Ming has long been disgusted with the world, since she was diagnosed with the recurrence of cancer, she has to live like this, day after day is tormenting, if it wasn't for the purpose of raising Ye Mi, she would have ended her life alone in a corner where she would have been hiding.

Now, her voice has a good home, and Ye Mi doesn't have to worry about her.

Ye Ming thought that she could leave with peace of mind.

The sky darkened a little, the wind in the cemetery suddenly stopped and became silent, and she took one last look at the picture on the tombstone, trying to impress his appearance in her heart.

Ye Ming retracted her gaze, lowered her head and took out a thumb-length blade from the bag of her clothes, looked at it for a moment, her pale lips raised a smile, and slowly put it into her mouth......

——

There was a loud bang, and the sky began to rain continuously, and the sky was so dark that you couldn't see outside, and the curtains let the cold wind blow around, in the quiet bedroom......

Huo Xiumo woke up from his dream with Jiang Yansheng in his arms, he frowned, looked at the window and opened, so he moved very lightly and got up, without waking up the woman who was still sleeping, and went to bed barefoot, and went to close the window where the cold wind kept pouring in.

At the same time, the phone rings suddenly, which is particularly harsh in the bedroom.

It was too late for Huo Xiu to stop it, Jiang Yansheng was suddenly awakened, sat up straight, her eyes were open, and there was a little hazy color, she looked left and right, very dazed.

"It's okay, the phone rang."

Huo Xiumo strode over, picked up the mobile phone resting on the bedside table, put one hand around her, and coaxed softly.

Jiang Yansheng had just woken up, and he was still holding him with a trace of sleepiness, his mind and body were dependent, and he stretched out his white hand from the quilt and hugged the man's neck.

Huo Xiumo hugged her and answered the call.

"What's the matter?" His voice was cold, obviously angry that the caller woke Jiang Yansheng up.

The thunder outside the window kept ringing, his voice was angry, Jiang Yansheng twisted his eyebrows, and whispered: "You are more fierce than the thunder outside......

After she finished speaking, she raised her eyes to look at Huo Xiumo.

only to find that his jaw instantly tightened, and a trace of something wrong was spreading.

Jiang Yansheng didn't hear the content of the call, she asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Huo Xiumo hung up the phone, judging from his cold look, it was obvious that something was wrong, and what emotions were rolling in his deep eyes were particularly complicated.

Jiang Yansheng didn't know why, and a hint of foreboding rose in his heart.

Huo Xiumo held the mobile phone, suddenly tightened, and used a lot of force, he was not so much silent, but thinking about how to open this mouth.

Last time, when Jiang Yadong died, it was also the phone call that he received the notification.

This time, again.

Huo Xiumo was afraid to see the hatred in her eyes, and her throat rolled up and down, and after a long time, he was dumb and said in a low voice: "Let's get up now and go back to the suburban villa." ”

Jiang Yansheng's heart stopped suddenly, and her uneasy emotions quickly affected her emotions, she reached out and hurriedly grabbed the man's arm, and her voice trembled lightly: "What's wrong?" ”

Why do you remember to go back to the suburbs in the middle of the night on a thunderstorm?

She thought of a possibility and said in fear, "Is my mother sick?" ”

Huo Xiumo stared at her with very vague and incomprehensible eyes, as if he couldn't bear to tell the truth, and his thin lips moved slightly several times, but he didn't say a word.

Jiang Yansheng smiled forcefully, very stiff: "It's okay, I'm mentally prepared...... Mom is already in the advanced stage, and there will definitely be a crisis during treatment, only, as long as ...... "survives."

Huo Xiu Moxiu held her shoulder with his long hand, trying to calm her emotions, and his voice was deliberately lowered: "Shengsheng, you listen to me." ”

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