Ye Shixian stumbled towards Ye Mingze's room, and as soon as she arrived at the door, she heard suppressed crying from inside.

She paused suddenly, not daring to take a step forward.

At this time, it was already dark, and the lanterns under the eaves shone with a miserable white light, swaying with the night wind, like ghosts and gods whimpering.

A great fear gripped my heart, and the chill was overwhelming.

An even more hurried footsteps came from behind him, and it was the Gao clan who hurried to hear the news.

She was still wrapped in gauze on her head, and her whole person had lost weight, and her pitted and swollen face was difficult to distinguish between light and dark under the reflection of the candle flame, and she looked like a ghost.

"Mingze! Mingze! ”

Gao's steps were confused, trembling and shouting, but he didn't notice Ye Shixian, and he didn't turn his head after hitting her, and went straight to the room.

As she ascended the steps, she stepped on the air and fell hard.

"Madame!"

The maid who was accompanying him hurriedly stepped forward to help, but Gao had already climbed up on his own and pounced into the room.

Peony helped Ye Shixian, who was almost knocked down, and her heart was already panicked: "Miss, you ......"

Ye Shixian didn't move, she just maintained that posture, and her knuckles, which were only holding the peony, were already white.

After a brief dead silence, a terrible wail came from inside the house—

"Son!"

Ye Shixian felt as if a knife had slashed at her, and blood splattered everywhere.

She looked up slowly and stiffly, the door was ajar, and the scene in front of her seemed to be covered with a layer of blackened blood.

The leaves in the courtyard were swollen, the candlelight flickered under the porch, and the cry was piercing.

Ye Shixian suddenly pushed away the peony and walked forward quickly.

Impossible, impossible!

How did Mingze die? He was just sick, how could he suddenly die like this!

The people in the house knelt on the ground, and Gao threw himself on the side of the bed, crying breathlessly.

Hearing the movement, a maid turned around and kowtowed heavily to her.

"Miss, you mourn!"

Ye Shixian kicked her down and shouted: "What nonsense!" Ming Ze is just a little sick, so why don't you go and ask the doctor to come! ”

As she spoke, she hurried to the bed again.

Ye Mingze was lying there, covered with a quilt, his eyes were closed, his lips were pale, and his eyebrows were glowing with a dark green dead air.

Ye Shixian's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Didn't you say it just now, you still said it - what are you doing in a daze! Go get someone to ask for it! ”

The maid who was kicked down cried and said: "Miss, the second young master has had a high fever for several days, and just now, somehow, he suddenly had an epilepsy, foaming at the mouth, no matter how the slave called him, he didn't wake up, just a quarter of an hour, just-"

Every word was like a sharp blade, stabbing into Ye Shixian's heart.

She stepped forward and reached out to lift the quilt on Ye Mingze's body, but accidentally touched Ye Mingze's hand.

Cold.

The cold temperature seemed to have reached Ye Shixian's body, making her feel like falling into an ice cave.

Gao hugged Ye Mingze tightly, his face was still dripping with blood, and he was sobbing and hoarse.

"Mingze! O my son! You're just leaving, what should I do! ”

Ye Shixian took a step back, and the last bit of blood on her face completely faded.

yes, what to do?

A few hours ago, she thought that things had finally taken a turn for the better, and as long as her father was alive, everything would be easy to say in the future.

But she couldn't have imagined that at this time, Ming Ze died!

Without him, only her and the Gao family are left, how can they hold on!?

……

Ye Chutang sat at the table, holding a pen and writing.

Xiao Wu obediently lay beside her, she recognized the words on it, but she didn't quite understand what it meant.

Ye Chutang rubbed his wrist, and when he saw the little head, his eyes moved slightly.

The day for her father and mother to move the grave and erect the monument has already been set, but there are still some things that need to be arranged by her personally.

But she didn't know that some of the things that were lost were lost forever.

Xiao Wu noticed something, turned his head and looked up at her little face, with a little dazed in his big black eyes.

- Why does Sister seem unhappy?

She blinked, stretched out two fleshy little hands, grabbed Ye Chutang's fingers, and shook them gently.

- Sister, don't be unhappy! I'm here!

Ye Chutang came back to his senses, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

"Sister just remembered the past."

Xiao Wu has no memory of many things in the past, and when she heard Ye Chutang say this, she flattened her mouth and lowered her head a little dejectedly.

It would be nice if she was older, in that case, she would be like the third brother and the fourth brother, and she would have a lot of time and memories with her sister.

Ye Chutang pinched her little face.

"Okay, let's not talk about that, go to bed early today, and maybe wake up early tomorrow."

Xiao Wu was puzzled.

The third brother and the fourth brother haven't reached the end of the holiday yet, and she and Sister Ah don't seem to have anything to do, so why do you have to get up early?

But she has always been obedient, Ye Chutang said this, and she nodded her little head.

Ye Chutang took Xiao Wu to freshen up, but only half of the clothes were taken off, so he heard the maid hurriedly come to report.

"Second Miss! Ye Er Gongzi is not good! ”

Ye Chutang paused, turned his head sideways and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The maid's face still had a look of surprise that had not faded.

Since the two families broke up, the subordinates in the house no longer dare to mention the matter over there at will, especially at this time, the little lady is also ......

Seeing her hesitation, Ye Chutang said: "Just say it." ”

The maid gritted her teeth, too! Now this news must be said!

"Ye Ergongzi suddenly fell ill and went!"

The incident happened suddenly, but the relationship between the two sides was delicate, so as soon as there was an accident over there, the news came back.

Ye Mingze has been in a coma since the Ye family fire, although many people are not optimistic, but they can't imagine that he really died at this time!

Ye Chutang straightened Xiao Wu's hair, his eyebrows and eyes calm.

The smoke from the fire seriously damaged Ye Mingze's trachea and heart and lungs, and after lying for so many days, his internal organs had already been infected to the ground.

In this era of lack of medical treatment and medicine, the word "death" cannot be escaped.

Not at anyone's hands, but in a high fever that will not go away for a long time.

Died in the fate of his own writing!

The maid didn't wait for Ye Chutang's response, and she was a little apprehensive in her heart: "Second Miss, this, this ......"

Although Ye Mingze is Ye Chutang's nominally blood cousin, the two sides have been like that before, and Ye Heng's suspicion of murdering his brother has not been cleared, at this time, how to deal with this matter has really become a problem......

"It's a pity, it's only sixteen."

Ye Chutang spoke lightly and glanced outside, and the timbre seemed to be as cool as this deep autumn night.

"Brother was at such a good age back then."