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She fell to the floor, bit her lip, and clasped her hands tightly on the edge of the hospital bed. Although she could not bear to part with friendship, anyone would be sad to see it.
Wang Yuehuan told herself that pulling Gao Shenran up can’t keep her immersed in grief. Now that things have happened, we have no choice but to accept the fact that we are small and human.
But what can she do? She can’t help it. Tears fall like a rainstorm, and she can hardly control her emotions.
Ning Tiannuo is usually so cold and alone. Many years ago, he saw Wang Yuehuan grieve. When her mother passed away, she probably felt that she had gone to another world because she was suffering from illness and pain. Maybe she stayed close to her mother’s bed for a long time, and her heart was prepared for the worst. Her grief was far less severe that year.
Ning Tiannuo’s cold heart is so hard. She is soft and flexible in tears.
He stretched out his hand and pressed her head against his shoulder, fumbling and comforting words. He never said them, but at this time, one arm bent and one can dock in the harbor. For Wang Yuehuan, tears have been enough to wet his clothes. She really feels sorry for Xiao Ran. She has suffered all her experiences.
Sometimes Wang Yuehuan thinks that compared with her own life, Gao Shenran’s efforts and efforts are far more wonderful than her own, but the result is not much better than her.
How can she not feel bad if she is so strong, kind and beautiful? If she can control her emotions well, she really can’t help it.
When calculating, Wu Sen speculated that Wang Yuehuan should come, and he didn’t know when to say when people had reached the door.
And what he saw with his own eyes was that Wang Yuehuan could no longer see people and things by crying over Ning Tiannuo’s shoulder.
Pale and clean hands, fists, nails buckled into palms, cold eyes, and many unspeakable rage, he resolutely turned and left this wrong place.
Gao Shenran fell to the ground in vain and soft. In late summer, Shang Gao Tianer’s floor tiles were surprisingly cold. The total guilt and shade made her feel like she was in a cold air field in icehouse, and some spilled on everyone’s heart.
Liu Jingjing is also sad. She is the only one in the hospital who has gone through the whole process with Gao Shenran since Lin Tingfei’s disease was diagnosed. During the medical staff period, Gao Shenran worried, feared and struggled to face Lin Tingfei’s checklist. Every improvement was too much joy. She saw it with her own eyes and felt it with her own eyes, but she thought that this moment should be far less than one thousandth of Gao Shenran’s.
Like Wang Yuehuan, she went through the same death, but apart from regretting Lin Tingfei’s life and death, she was filled with love for Gao Shenran.
She stretched out her hand to help him up, and it was cold. She couldn’t bear to watch his heart suffer, and if he got sick again, it would be more painful and more difficult.
But in the end, she didn’t meet Gao Shenran’s skirt, because there was a person who moved faster than her. It was Meng Qingzhuo. His strong arms firmly held Gao Shenran’s thin body and gave her strength, which made her thin and hard in the future. Every time I thought of it for four years, it was always sweet.
"Don’t be afraid of me," he said softly.
Liujingjing withdrew her arms and her eyes were hazy.
Lin Tingfei was sent to Taiping. Suddenly, Gao Shenran was deeply hit and frustrated, and his brain could hardly function normally until Meng Qingzhuo started the cemetery and cremation. Finally, he asked if Gao Shenle was the last time of his mother if he was not informed.
Gao Shenran was sitting in a chair outside the morgue, and she was all pumped up. She curled up her knees and huddled up until Meng Qinglong woke her up. She should inform Gao Shenle that she seemed to be distracted, but her mobile phone was gone and her mind was full of white. She couldn’t remember anything. She didn’t know if she should contact Gao Shenle.
Meng Qing-long’s heart crossed with deep love, and she sat next to her and sat down with her palm on her forehead. She took pity on her hair and arranged her messy collar.
"If you are still at ease with me, leave all these things to me, will you?"
Gao Shenran always looked at Meng Qinglong’s serious and solemn face with beautiful eyes, and it seemed that he really understood his meaning for a long time.
In a fist, fingers and palms of both hands pinch out the shape of a crescent moon, and she suddenly lifts it up and clasps his wrist and says, "Meng Qinglong, thank you."
The voice is hoarse and light as catkins, as if it leaked into the corridor through the window. If you don’t feel it carefully, you can’t capture it and your kindness.
Meng Qing’s heart was so satisfied that it seemed that all the satisfied bodies in the first twenty years of her life had come together. She was so isolated that she could help her and give her enough support. She had no regrets and he was very relieved.
"Gao Shenran" Meng Qingzhuo whispered something. He said that he didn’t want to know what it was, but wanted to tell her that she was not alone.
"Aunt sent me a message asking me to take care of you. Gao Shenran no longer thanked me for the fact that you chose to believe me. It was a correct choice."
Hole eyes focused on Gao Shenran and then looked at Meng Qinglong. Her eyes were focused and mysterious. She understood her mother’s mind, but he had no doubts and nothing to ask her for sure.
"Don’t you have anything to ask me?"
If he asks her how inappropriate the scene is, she will tell him everything.
Meng Qingzhuo shook his head "no"
It’s not that there is no doubt about what makes him take care of him. Gao’s mother has never doubted him, but he won’t ask until he is willing to finish delivering the letter.
There seems to be a sigh of relief. How many psychological hints do you give yourself? The reality is that sometimes it is really difficult to have something to say.
She looked at him eagerly, grabbed his wrist, and tightened her hands. Thanks for the intimacy. She didn’t want to hear these two words, so she wouldn’t say it, but she would firmly remember him and remember him for a generation.
When Gao Shenle came soon, he couldn’t buy bus tickets and train tickets, so he took a taxi from G city to D city. It was more than four hours’ drive in the afternoon. He begged for a long time, and the taxi driver was too far away for them to go out. Later, Yin Chengjun personally saw him off.
Yin Chengjun is not clear about Gao Shenran’s situation. Meng Qinglong contacted him on his own initiative and gave him Gao Shenle’s telephone number. Please ask him to send a car to take Gao Shenle to a hospital in D city.
Yin Chengjun attached great importance to Meng Qingzhuo’s request. He personally delivered Gao Shen Leping, which was often very stable. So one person was worried because he had contact with Meng Qingzhuo. emotional contagion took him more than four hours to drive and he took him three hours.
Gao Shenle still accepted the reality until now. It was too sudden. He didn’t even talk to his mother. He was also happy to tell her sister that he would take him to D city to reunite with them. He only decided to completely forgive her for abandoning him. How could she just leave?
Gao Shenle can’t figure out that the 17-year-old boy is tall and straight, weak and weak, and he is once again abandoned by the cherished people by the wall outside the morgue. His heart is sad and set off to his face. The young boy is handsome, his face is pale, his blood is red, and he has hatred and hatred, which is more deep sadness and regret.
Gao Shenran walked over with heavy steps and looked at the young man’s face carefully. He was more than half her head. She needed to lift her face up to avoid tears. Seeing her relatives in the same boat at this moment was more sad than all his emotions.
She flattened his hands with anxiety, and the heavy weight of his collar and palm fell on his shoulders. Slowly but firmly, she said, "I’ll accompany you in."
The teenager floated to the ceiling, and his eyes closed, and his sister’s painful and dignified face resolved a lot of complaints and pains. He turned his backhand and closed his sister’s body to her ear, with a small voice but full weight.
"No, sister, please believe me."
This time, I have to say that my sister is no less miserable than him because she has lived with her mother for many years.
Just like grandma’s death, my father and aunt lived under the same roof for so many years, their kind image and the feeling that his heart collapsed are as close to us as the closest people have the greatest trauma to ourselves.
"Sister, she called me, and I said that I had forgiven her, and that I was glad to work hard. You would take me to D City, and she should have no regrets. Don’t be too sad. You still have me."
The faint sound of mosquitoes and flies can’t be heard by anyone else, but it is inadvertently handed to Gao Shenran. The strength is enough to support her to call up new strength.
Lin Tingfei’s funeral is scheduled for three days, and the night before the funeral, should Gao Baiqian be informed? Meng Qingzhuo asked Gao Shenran for his opinion. Gao Shenran couldn’t make up her mind. She said that she would never let that person come to give her mother bad luck again, but her mother really loved that person. She was ambivalent and didn’t know what to do.
"Lele has our last message to send her mother. What do you think?"
Gao Shenle thought about the young man’s thin lips and sipped his mother’s relatives and friends over the years. These days, there are not many sisters, friends and colleagues, but even so, he has to reciprocate his thanks one by one, regardless of whether he takes a sip of water, his throat is dry and his throat is very painful. After two days, his physical strength is getting worse and worse.