Meng Lingyu saw the two depressed children outside, and she didn't feel good, she hung up the useless condolence call.

Now she has no more expectations, only her Ning Ning remains. She wiped away her tears, went to the vanity mirror and applied a light makeup that made her look better, then coiled her hair up, changed into black clothes and walked out of the room.

She had thought that life was really short, but now it felt like a long time, and she looked at her watch and wondered if it was broken, why it passed so slowly. The makeup was watered with tears again, she never thought that the experience of life and death would be so painful, she just pretended to be calm, and now she recalls it vulnerable.

Zhang Ning woke up, her eyes were stunned and she looked at the white and flawless ceiling and wept, she obviously found him, why did she give her such a result, she didn't understand.

No matter how much the woman coaxed her, her tears kept flowing, and her eyes didn't move for a moment, just looking at the ceiling and crying. She sat next to her and silently wept for her, and asked her why she was crying and did not answer.

The psychiatrist came to the hospital bed and gave her a sleeping pill before she closed her eyes.

"I don't understand why you're telling her the news, she's still a kid and can she afford it?" Hua Changfu, who was standing on the rooftop, angrily wiped the rain from his face, walked around and looked at the expressionless Natsuki and said.

"That's her father, and if he doesn't tell her, how many people will remember him? In addition to a few of us and a few of the above, who else? Natsuki said as he looked at him calmly.

Hua Changfu was stunned, "Yes, if I am like them, who will remember me?" I don't have a single relative. Thinking about it, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he didn't wipe his face even if the rain wet his face.

Zhang Ning, who was wearing a hospital gown late at night, stood on the edge of the rooftop and looked at the dappled and refracted lights of the rain below, feeling very dazzling.

There was a place on the back of her hand where the bones were exposed, and blood continued to flow from the inside to her palm, and then from the palm to the ground, and faded along the rain until it was gone.

The nurse who came back from the hot water was startled, there was a pool of blood on the white floor, and the fruit knife was stained with blood. His face turned pale, and he rushed out to call someone.

Walking along the bloodstained Xia Shu to the rooftop, he saw Zhang Ning standing alone on the top of the edge of the rooftop, and when he saw this scene, his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat. He walked over slowly and called out to her softly.

She didn't answer, she was holding a small harmonica and playing "The Nightingale" and "Dream Wedding". It was too dark to see how sad her expression was.

After blowing a song, she turned her head to look at the person behind her, "I'm fine, I'm sending someone home, don't bother me, okay?" Don't really bother me, I'll go back after blowing, or I'll really jump. He hasn't been home for a long time, let the spring breeze take him home with music. ”

After finishing speaking, she played "Dream Wedding" again, and when she was a child, she always remembered that this was a song that he and his mother often played together. Hey, Dad, I don't have a chance anymore, so I'll do it later.

There is just one condition, in the next life, I will be your and mother's biological daughter, like my brother and sister.

"Dream Wedding" made her even more sad, and Natsuki took the umbrella and helped her hold it.

The night breeze is gentle, the drizzle is continuous, the world is still that world, the time is still that time, but at a certain moment it is already a thing or a person.