When the aunt from the welfare home came over, Lin Qingqing was standing outside Wei Ya's ward. She barely dared to walk in, because she couldn't face Wei Ya's questioning when she woke up.

"Hello, is Wei Ya in this ward?" An unusually plainly dressed aunt came over and asked Lin Qingqing.

Looking the woman up and down, Lin Qingqing did not answer in a hurry. She wore a gray-black padded jacket, which was not new, but cleanly washed. Her black hair was haphazardly tied into a bun, and some broken hair that could not be tied up was scattered on her forehead.

After looking down, Lin Qingqing realized that this woman was also holding a child in her hand. The child's face looked red, and it looked like he should have just run a few steps. Seeing that Lin Qingqing was looking at him, he just lowered his head timidly.

"Who are you from Wei Ya?" Being responsible for Wei Ya's safety, Lin Qingqing still asked uneasily.

As soon as she heard this, this aunt determined that Wei Ya should be in this ward at the moment. "You're Xiaoya's friend, right?" She asked rhetorically. "I'm an aunt from the welfare home, and I just received a call that Xiaoya had fainted, so I hurried over." After a brief explanation, she indicated her intentions.

Since she is an aunt in the welfare home, Lin Qingqing is much more relieved. "Wei Ya is inside." She pointed to the ward next to her.

Now that the aunt from the welfare home is here, she can also breathe a sigh of relief. After all, Wei Ya's current situation is still unstable, in case she wakes up and asks about Wei Wei, Lin Qingqing really doesn't know what to say.

At the end of the short conversation, the aunt took the child into the ward. Lin Qingqing, who was standing outside the ward, sighed silently, and then got up from the wall she was leaning on, she just wanted to leave this place now.

The hospital seems to have always been a place that makes people feel stressed, and since he just witnessed the life and death of Wei Ya and Wei Wei, Lin Qingqing is now in a very sad mood.

While walking outside the hospital, Lin Qingqing called Ou Yuanlan at the same time. "Yuanlan, I'm ......" Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by someone.

"I'll be waiting for you at the entrance of the hospital." His faint tone was unmatched by anything else.

The most precious thing in this world is not to have tens of millions of wealth, but to have someone who knows all your vulnerabilities before you even open your mouth.

Listening to Ou Yuanlan's words, Lin Qingqing suddenly felt that his nose was sore, and tears fell in a daze. In fact, she had calmed down a lot just now, but as soon as she heard Ou Yuanlan's voice, the feeling of wanting to cry came up again.

Walking quickly to the elevator entrance, Lin Qingqing now just wanted to rush into Ou Yuanlan's arms. The sourness and discomfort in her heart spread, as if she had really experienced what she saw today.

As soon as he walked out of the hospital gate, Lin Qingqing saw Ou Yuanlan leaning against the station. It seemed that he should have waited for a while, and when he saw Lin Qingqing coming, he just took a few steps forward with a steady pace.

The sourness in his nasal cavity became even stronger, Lin Qingqing wiped his sour eyes vigorously, and then ran a few steps forward. "Yuanlan, your legs ......" was about to throw himself into Ou Yuanlan's arms, when Lin Qingqing suddenly noticed something not quite right.

"Just stand there for a while, it's fine." Ou Yuanlan looked down at his legs and said.

Still staring at Ou Yuanlan's legs with some unease, Lin Qingqing shook his head again and said, "Yuanlan, in fact, you don't need it......" She suddenly blamed herself.

"I'm just dropping by." Because he knew Lin Qingqing's character, he knew that this woman must be blaming herself again at the moment.

After listening to Ou Yuanlan's explanation, Lin Qingqing nodded vigorously. The emotion just now came to her heart again, and before Ou Yuanlan could react, she got into the man's arms. "Yuanlan, Wei Wei is dead......" she said with a whimper.

To some extent, this matter has nothing to do with Ou Yuanlan. But Lin Qingqing didn't know why he wanted to say this name, and he wanted to say it.

She only felt that her chest was very heavy, as if it had pressed a big stone. The stone seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and it couldn't be moved no matter what.

Stretching out his hand and rubbing Lin Qingqing's hair, Ou Yuanlan comforted her softly: "Some things are inevitable, if they really happen, they can only go with the flow." ”

Ou Yuanlan didn't refer to anyone in this sentence, he was just calmly stating a truth. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the most cruel and ordinary laws in this world.

Although he said that, Lin Qingqing was still inevitably uncomfortable. Everyone understands the truth, but no matter who this matter falls on, it cannot be relieved by a simple sentence.

"Yuanlan, why do I always feel that I have experienced these things before?" Lying in Ou Yuanlan's arms, Lin Qingqing asked weakly.

Her voice trembled slightly, and her mind carefully recalled the scene that had just flashed through her mind. Is it true? She couldn't help but start to wonder.

"Do you remember anything?" Ou Yuanlan suddenly asked.

Raising his head from Ou Yuanlan's arms, Lin Qingqing looked at him and nodded. "Well, I seem to have seen a man swallow in front of me. But it's strange why no one in that room is crying? Even I didn't cry, I just felt uncomfortable. She described what she saw.

Sometimes she feels like her brain is like a savings pool, and with a little stimulation, the floodgates of that savings pool will open and a little water will pour down.

However, although Lin Qingqing could think of something every time, what she could remember was actually very limited. There was not even a beginning or an end, and after a while, it became a memory that was strange to her again.

Listening to Lin Qingqing's narration, Ou Yuanlan couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Lin Qingqing will remember that memory sooner or later. Regarding Aunt Ying's death, Lin Huaizhi's death, Lin Yan's death, and Su Mu's death, she will all think about it one day.

In the past two years, their group of people has not lived a peaceful life. One after another left, and the rest of the people could only go down except for remembrance.

"Qingqing, if you can't think of it now, don't think about it again." Ou Yuanlan said softly. "Maybe one day, when you really remember it all, you'll start to regret it."

Originally, he was expecting Ou Yuanlan to tell him something, but when he heard this, Lin Qingqing was puzzled. "Yuanlan, I ......" she wanted to say that she would not regret it, but when the words came to her mouth, she swallowed them back.