When she said the last two words, there was suddenly a deep and bottomless darkness in front of her.

"He'er, He'er......"

Xu He's hand grabbed Zhao Pingjin's sleeve in vain, but slowly let go.

Over the years, everyone seems to be relieved, but everyone is still living in pain.

She had the last little hope in her heart, it was just a nightmare, it was too real to be so painful.

She and Zhao Pingjin's children, children who were so well-behaved and sensible when they were children, how did they grow up and become a different look.

How did she face the Chen family, she went underground, how could she have the face to meet Yuyu.

……

Her mourning hall was set up in her home.

After being brought back by her family that day, her mother gently and carefully helped her scrub her body, wash her face, change into her favorite dress, and put on very beautiful makeup.

That night, the whole family was with her.

She wasn't put into a cold coffin, she lay on the soft and warm bed, surrounded by flowers and dolls she liked, as if she were asleep.

That night, all the people who loved her were at home with her.

and Zhao Lizheng.

For some reason, he had been standing at the foot of the steps outside, not near her.

He stood all night until dawn, his hair and clothes wet with dew.

His face was pale, she had never seen before.

He had the little doll in his hand all the time.

The blood in the palm of the hand dried, and so did the blood on the doll.

At dawn, news came from the Zhao family that Jiang You was once again red and was sent to the hospital.

Xu He has been in a coma, and Zhao Pingjin has been by her side.

After learning the news, he was silent for a long time, and only said: "I know, let people take good care of her, He'er can't do without people here, I can't go to the hospital to visit her." ”

asked again: "What about Li Zheng, has Li Zheng gone?" ”

The person who came shook his head: "There was no response from the young master's side." ”

"Let Li Zheng go to see her and accompany her, no matter what, his woman, his child, can't just ignore it."

"Miss Jiang was very sad when she learned about Miss Yuzu, and said that she would let the young master not have to go to the hospital, and just help handle Miss Yuzu's funeral."

"Let them be, don't tell me these things in the future."

"Yes......"

……

Fu Donghui arrived at Chen's house at night.

He wears a dark black suit with a tiny white flower on his chest.

When he passed by Zhao Lizheng, who was standing at the foot of the steps, his footsteps paused.

He looked at Zhao Lizheng.

As a doctor, he has a keen sense of judgment.

He could faintly feel that the man beside him, who was at the age of youth and enthusiasm, seemed to have left this world with Chen Zhien.

"Young Master Zhao."

Fu Donghuo called softly, and Zhao Lizheng stood there without the slightest reaction.

Fu Donghuo didn't wait for him to respond, just said to himself: "I have been Zhi'en's attending doctor for a long time, but except for me and Zhi'en, everyone doesn't know about it. ”

Zhao Lizheng suddenly turned his head to look at Fu Donghui, but there was a blank look in his eyes, obviously, these words made him, who was still in a state of wandering and losing his soul at this time, unable to understand.

But Fu Donghui didn't say anything more, he stepped up the steps: "If you want to talk to me about Zhien, you can go to Shengdong Hospital to find me." ”

Chen Xu couldn't afford to entertain every relative and friend who came to worship, so he just smiled at him dismally, and sat there, staring at the black and white portrait of Yuyu in a daze.

The photo was of pomelo before the age of eighteen.

Perhaps everyone knows that Chen Zhien's happiest time was only the short seventeen and a half years.

In the photo, she is holding her cheeks with her hands, smiling delicately and sweetly, her eyes are full of aura, and she is full of radiance.

And lying among the bouquets and dolls, her eyes were closed, her face was pale, and there was no longer a sound.

It is the strong impact of life and death, the contrast between freshness and decadence, the yin and yang, and eternal separation.

Strangers will probably cry sadly when they see it, let alone their closest relatives.

No one could have imagined how much pain they felt.

Fu Donghui placed the bouquet beside her.

Zhien, if you have a spirit in heaven, don't blame me.

I didn't burn your case, and I didn't delete all the records of our correspondence over the years.

You can't just walk away and let the hearts of those who love you ache.

And those who hurt you, after some time, can enjoy their lives with peace of mind.

Zhien, I am a somewhat pedantic and wooden person, and I have listened to what you said to me before.

But this time, I can't listen to you anymore.

"Brother Xu, stay until tomorrow night at the latest...... Zhi'en must be cremated, the weather is warm, and if she is parked for a long time, she will not be beautiful......"

Fu Donghuo raised his hand lightly and pressed Chen Xu's shoulder: "She has been beautiful all her life, and she has been decent for a lifetime, so we have to let her go clean." ”

Chen Xu heard him say this, and turned around tremblingly, his hair was half white, and there was no longer any vigor on that face.

Everyone knows that Chen Xu's favorite is this daughter, even if he has an only son later, but in his heart, his daughter is still the most important.

Even if Chen Zhien wants the moon in the sky, Chen Xu is afraid that he is willing to donate money to build a moon spacecraft and take his daughter to fly there.

But his pampered daughter did not cultivate a lawless and arrogant eldest lady, nor did she cultivate a self-respecting indispensable, she was innocent and beautiful, full of kindness and gentleness to everyone, she was good...... Maybe the heavens are jealous.

"Okay, I know, I'll leave it until tomorrow night......"

Chen Xu responded in a daze, took Fu Donghuo's hand and let him see Zhien's portrait: "Do you remember how old she is in this photo?" ”

"Remember, it should be when Zhien was sixteen years old." He looked at her in the picture.

It seems to see the little girl who was jumping around happily with a gift back then, as a doctor, he is used to seeing life and death, and he should have been numb a long time ago.

From the moment he knew she was gone, he couldn't calm down.

He even somewhat understands why some people are crazy enough to want the whole world to be destroyed when they lose their loved ones and beloved.

"Dong Hui, what do you say Zhien is doing now? Where is she? If people really had souls, would she come back to see me and her mother at this time? ”

"Brother Xu, let's mourn."

"Okay, good, Jiejie, Zhi'en must be looking at us, she must be sad to see us like this."

Fu Donghuo didn't say anything more, he turned around and walked out of the mourning hall.

Zhao Lizheng, who was standing at the foot of the stairs, didn't look at him again.

If his conjecture is not wrong, the child Chen Zhien lost that year should be Zhao Lizheng's.