Sitting on the edge of the bed, Chu Ying held Song Yong's hand tightly, waiting for him to wake up, her eager gaze fell on him, but she still couldn't seem to wake him up.

He was caught in nightmares.

reminds me of my childhood, and there is Zhao Zhu in that memory.

He is not a few years older than Song Yong, but he always carries him on his back in his impression, Song Yong is pampered, and he refuses to go when he plays with his temperament, and only when Zhao Ji goes to carry him, he is willing to go home.

But no one will carry him on his back again.

Zhao Chai helped him a lot, but he couldn't save his life.

In the dream, Song Yong had a cough and fever, and he himself was injured, and something serious would happen if he continued to be sick like this.

Chu Ying was by his side, cooling him down, burying his head in his heart, his heartbeat was very chaotic, Zhao Zhu's death hit him too hard, so big that he needed to paralyze himself by dreams.

From morning to night, Song Yong still didn't wake up.

The fire plundered Zhao Zhu's life and seriously injured Song Boyu and Zhou Xu, but their lives were still there, and only Zhao Zhu lost his life for it.

Song Yong hated everyone very much, but he was helpless.

Song Boyu is the one who Zhao Zhu took his life to protect, as for Zhou Xu, his survival was also facilitated by Zhao Zhu, but the culprit died with Zhao Zhu, Song Yong wanted to take revenge, but he had no goal.

After the injection, the fever gradually subsided, but he still couldn't wake up.

Chu Ying accompanied her from dawn to dark, for a day and a night, she leaned on the head of the bed and fell asleep, but when she woke up, Song Yong was gone, and there was an extra blanket on her body, which was about what he covered.

I went out to look for someone, but I couldn't find anyone.

At the door, someone arranged by Song Yong was waiting for her, "Miss Chu."

Chu Ying wrinkled her eyebrows, "What about Song Yong?"

"Sir has something to do, send me to send you back first."

"I want to see him."

She couldn't see Song Yong, she didn't know his condition, and she couldn't rest assured at all, but the dominance between them was always on Song Yong, he was busy, and Chu Ying couldn't see others.

Chu Ying made a fuss for a while, and then gave up until she was tired, and asked instead, "Where is Song Boyu, I want to see her."

Song Boyu is the party involved in this matter, and she should know more.

But Song Boyu also disappeared.

Only Chu Ying seems to be an outsider, she doesn't know how Zhao Zhu died, let alone where Song Yong went, and for three whole days, she was waiting for Song Yong to come back at home.

There are complaints, but they are considerate of him.

Zhao Zhu is his hair, more than 20 years of friendship, such a living person said that it was gone, what kind of pain Song Yong is is Chu Ying can not empathize with.

He came back on the third night, the gauze on his face had become a band-aid, and the wound was already very subtle, but the invisible wound on the tip of his heart was torn even worse.

His footsteps were heard.

Chu Ying ran out of the bedroom and met Song Yong's tired eyes on the stairs, she didn't think about rushing over to hug him, smelling the smell of his suit jacket, her heart calmed down a lot.

He was wearing a black suit and a black tie shirt, as if he had returned from a funeral.

It was Zhao Zhu's funeral.

For the past three days, he has been running the funeral, sleepless, physically and mentally exhausted.

The body under the suit seems to have lost a lot of weight.

Chu Ying couldn't hide her distress, hugged her tighter, Song Ying lowered her face and stuck it to her hair, wanting to kiss her, but she didn't even have the strength.

"Do you know how long you've been gone?"

Chu Ying couldn't help complaining, but her tone was light.

Song Yong's heart was numb, and his smile turned pale, "Isn't this coming back?"

wanted to ask about Zhao Zhu, but was afraid of tearing Song Yong's wound again, Chu Ying took him upstairs, brought him a new change of clothes, washed his hair, Chu Ying stood behind, gently wiped his hair for him, Song Yong was drowsy, but as soon as he fell asleep, those scenes in the dream would wake him up.

Chu Ying touched the cold sweat on his forehead and couldn't help palpitating, "The next time you disappear without saying a word, I will disappear too."

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This was originally a joke, but Song Yong hid his hurt look with a smile, "...... I know you're all leaving."

Chu Ying's hand paused, and after a while, she understood what Song Ying meant.

There is no Zhao Chase.

His best friend died, and when this child was born, Chu Ying was also leaving, and his grief was not without reason.

Holding Chu Ying's hand, he seemed to have found a warm harbor, but he was still muttering in his mouth: "You left me here."

Chu Ying silently shed tears in the back, unwilling to pass his grief to Song Yong, he was sad enough.

"No one will leave you behind." Chu Ying's comfort was so powerless, Song Yong would no longer ask her such a childish question as if she would leave.

He coaxed her to sleep, but he hid on the balcony to blow the cold wind and smoke.

Answered the phone.

Zhou Ji trembled and reported, "The eldest lady broke in, we can't stop it."

Song Yong did not allow Song Boyu to attend this funeral.

"Go in, go in, let her be."

At this time, Song Boyu still has to sell affection, Song Yong can't stop it, from Zhao Zhu's point of view, he doesn't blame Song Boyu, he is willing to work hard for this woman, from beginning to end.

This is their business, and Song Yong shouldn't interfere.

The hand holding the cigarette couldn't stop trembling, this time Zhao Zhu's death hit him too hard, and it directly affected his psychology, he put out the cigarette, returned to the house, changed his clothes lightly, and looked at the person on the bed when he left.

suppressed the feeling of going to kiss her.

They are all people who are leaving.

He should have gotten used to it early.

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In the rain, he rushed to the cemetery, where Zhao Zhu was buried, he was very hard in life, and after his death, Song Yong chose the purest place for him.

But Song Boyu had to come to disturb.

When Song Yong arrived, Song Boyu was standing in front of the tombstone and crying, tears fell a lot, her eyes were already swollen from crying, she herself was injured, and she couldn't attend the funeral in time.

It was Zhao Zhu who comforted her not to be afraid, he would protect her, he was originally an innocent person, but he was involved in it and lost his life.

Self-blame and guilt will occupy the days to come.

Song Yong stood behind her, his voice deep and hard, "Don't stay here."

"If I beg you, I want to look at him twice."

A few days ago, she and Zhou Xu were seriously injured, Song Yong endured her emotions, this grief had been suppressed for a long time, and her heart was about to have problems, so she didn't dare to let Chu Ying see it, so she hid for three days.

Now that Song Boyu is here, his questions and anger have a source, "He went to save you, he is gone, but why are you still alive?"

The resentment of these words was too heavy, as if he wanted Song Boyu to accompany him to the funeral.

But Song Yong is not ruthless enough, otherwise he wouldn't let her wake up at all, but this is also for Zhao Zhu, he exchanged his life for a life, in exchange for Song Boyu, how could he let Song Boyu die.

Song Boyu's eyes were red, and remorse weighed on him, "I also want to ask him, why didn't he take me with him?"

Zhao Zhu's last wish was a fatal blow, but Song Yong still opened his mouth, "He wants you to live a good life with Zhou Xu, how could he take you away?"