I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 555 He is the Saddest Person in the World!

Cafe near the hospital.

Because Jiang Chi still had work in hand, after chatting with Su Shao, he paid the bill first and left.

Su Shao waited for him to leave for a long time before slowly standing up with her bag in hand.

Her movements to get up were stiff and difficult, and her face was pale, as if she had lost her soul.

The waiter in the coffee shop, seeing her staggeringly walking out, hurried over and asked, "Miss? What's the matter? Do you need help?"

Su Shao shook her head, her eyes were out of focus.Because she couldn't hear what the people around her were saying at all.

Her eardrums were filled with every word Jiang Chi said just now.

A sentence, as if to cut her into pieces!

She was suffocating, dying!

As long as she thought of the heart-pounding pain that Song Yan was carrying, she couldn't bear it at all, and felt sorry for him.

ten years
A boy who was "destroyed" by ten years.

In the past ten years, how many days and nights he has experienced, is it as long as he closes his eyes, the scene of that night can be vividly remembered.

How regretful and guilty he must be!With a sense of guilt and a back full of injuries, how did he survive?

Even if he didn't collapse, he was on the verge of collapse every second, and the next step was hell
Su Shao didn't know how she walked out of the coffee shop, and she didn't notice the strange eyes of the people around her.

Right now, she just wants to find Song Yan quickly!

Find him, hug him, kiss him, even give him everything!

She didn't want him to bear such pain alone, it was too tiring.

Song Yan was too tired.
Su Shao stood on the side of the road, lowered his head and stopped a taxi.

She shrank into the car and moved her trembling lips, "Master, go to Beiman Cemetery."

The taxi driver looked through the rearview mirror and saw the girl crying silently in the back row.

She didn't cry loudly, but people could clearly feel the pain emanating from her body.

"Girl, do you want to wipe your tears first?"

Su Shao subconsciously touched her face, her fingertips and palms were warm and moist.

Yes,
she cried,
Crying for Song Yan.

Because at this moment, she felt that Song Yan was the saddest person in the world
The taxi soon arrived at the gate of the cemetery, and Su Shao ran all the way to the direction of Area A.

Because it was not a holiday, the cemetery was very empty, and there were hardly any people to be seen.

Standing in the center of the cemetery in Area A, Su Shao couldn't see the figure that made her anxious all the way.

Song Yan is not here!

She pursed her lips and kept searching the park with her eyes, but she couldn't find it.
When Su Shao was flustered, she saw a tombstone with a small bouquet of flowers placed in front of the tombstone.

yellow roses.

Represents beauty and nobility.

But it has another meaning: redemption!

Su Shao walked over and came to the tombstone.

The flowers are fresh, the petals still have dewdrops.

This bouquet of flowers should have just been placed on it.

She crouched down.

There is a picture of a woman on the tombstone. She looks like Song Yan to five or six points, but her facial features are not as cold as Song Yan's.

She is very beautiful, and her facial features are gentle.Such a gentle person, no one would think that she gave up her life by suicide.

On the tombstone, only a few words were engraved.

Gentle.

Son, Song Yan.

For a moment, Su Shao couldn't help but grabbed the clothes on his chest.

Tears poured out from the corners of his eyes like a collapse.

She hissed and wept bitterly.

Soon, there was only nothingness and blur in front of my eyes.

Squatting in this place, she could imagine how painful and painful Song Yan was when he came here just now.

He must be suffering from broken bones.
　I owe two chapters today, and I will make up for everyone tomorrow! !Because I got stuck, I overturned and rewritten it several times and was not satisfied.I will replenish everyone tomorrow, please supervise me.I really don't want to be perfunctory when writing a book. If I don't feel it, I will let myself slow down for one night, and try to give you a cruel and sweet plot tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)