Su Huaqiang walked for less than half an hour, the ICU door opened, Zhong Nuanyang was resting on Su Feng's shoulder, and the two of them raised their heads together when they heard the voice. Seeing the doctor wearing a mask appear in the dimly lit corridor, and the ward behind him was dimly lit, Zhong Nuanyang felt in a trance that he was in a dream.

The doctor looked at them under the guidance of the nurse, and then, without words, they all read out of the doctor's eyes what he wanted to say.

"I'm sorry, we did our best." The doctor's voice echoed in her ears, Zhong Nuanyang felt that tears were almost coming out of her eyes, although she had been doing psychological construction just now, but the loss of the last glimmer of hope still made her unacceptable. She grabbed Su Feng's sleeve, raised her eyes, and found that he, who never cried, was also biting his back molars at the moment.

"I ...... We...... Can you ......" Zhong Nuanyang couldn't say a complete sentence, but fortunately, the doctor had understood, he looked behind him, and he could vaguely see the medical staff inside dismantling the instruments and equipment on Zhang Sheng's body.

"Wait a while, people will push it out, because it's a traffic accident, and it may have to be handed over to the forensic doctor in the future, so you can only take a look."

A few minutes later, Su Feng and Zhong Nuanyang saw Zhang Sheng who was covered by a white cloth, the one who would greet Zhong Nuanyang with a smile at the school gate, the one who fought on the "battlefield" by Su Feng's side when he was a child, and the Zhang Sheng who laughed with them in class and told jokes to make everyone happy after school, is now lying there motionless.

Zhong Nuanyang carefully uncovered the white cloth covering his head, and Zhang Sheng's face appeared in front of them. What made her grateful was that the car accident didn't make him unrecognizable, maybe the medical staff had just cleaned his face, at least now from Zhong Nuanyang's point of view, he was more like he was asleep, quiet and peaceful.

Zhong Nuanyang recalled the last time she saw him, when she was sad and sorry for him, but more hopeful, feeling that he still had a lot of time and opportunities to start over after he was released from prison. But now......

Su Feng was silent beside her, Zhong Nuanyang subconsciously looked up at him, and found that his eyes were red, in order to prevent tears from falling, he raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

The nurse reminded them that the time was up, that the body had to be examined, that the medical examiner had to determine the cause of his death, and that when they saw him again, it should be a burial.

Su Feng and Zhong Nuanyang watched Zhang Sheng leave in the corridor, and the heavy grief was like the corridor lamp that dimmed after they left, pressing on the hearts of the two of them, making them not move for a long time.

Zhong Nuanyang pulled Su Feng to sit down on the seat behind him, rubbing his arm with his hand, comforting him and soothing himself. Su Feng held her hand in turn, and when they looked at each other, they didn't have to say anything to each other, they all understood each other's thoughts.

Zhong Nuanyang's eyes and nose were red, Su Feng pressed her head on his chest, and ran her hair over and over again with his hand, the movements were a little mechanical, but Zhong Nuanyang could read that he was saying, "It's okay, I'm here." She put her hand around his waist and said in a low voice, "Why?" Why is Zhang Sheng so pitiful? ”

Su Feng took a deep breath and took a long time before he spoke: "The last time I saw him, I felt that he hated me. ”

Zhong Nuanyang looked up at him: "How come?" ”

Su Feng told her what happened in front of Aunt Liu Mei's funeral hall that day, and then said: "I myself feel that he should hate me, I was not there when he needed help the most, and I didn't see him when he was released from prison...... What kind of brother am I'm tm! Su Feng gritted his teeth and scolded himself with self-blame, and then forced back the tears that were about to fall.

Zhong Nuanyang reached out and held his hand that was clenched into a fist on one side: "Things are definitely not what you think, don't think nonsense." ”

"I'm going home, do you want to come along?" Su Feng felt the temperature of Zhong Nuanyang's palm, and his mood was a little better, he turned his head to look at her, and asked with a little expectation.

"Hmm." Zhong Nuanyang knew that he hoped that he could be by his side, although he also wanted to go home to see his mother, but he should come in time to accompany Su Feng back home first.