Mr.Lu, don't mess around

Shangguan Yuxing got through the phone at that time. After several times of asking, he didn't get an answer. Of course, he felt that Zhang Yuqiong was seeking peace, but it was difficult to speak. So he was not willing to take the initiative to make up, and hung up the phone badly. But at this point, Shangguan Yuxing also understood the joint. What he missed was far from a chance to be frank and good.

Li Moyin listened to his narration incredulously, and gradually became angry and unwilling. Her emotion of being worn down surged up again. Her eyes were full of blood in a moment. Su Wenhao could hardly hold her. She could see that Shangguan Yuxing was not good to her best friend, but she didn't expect to be so bad.

"Shangguan Yuxing, you bastard! You're a motherfucker! Why don't you die! "

It's hard to imagine that a little girl would have so much strength to break away from the man's grip, and then she rushed to Shangguan Yuxing in three or two steps. She raised her hand and slapped him hard. It seemed that she had exhausted all her strength. The fist that Li Moyin landed on him was no longer powerful, only the scream of grief.

"She's waiting for your help! She's waiting for your help. Do you know? "

Anyone can think of the phone call made at that time point. It's either a last word or a call for help. But Zhang Yuqiong has left a last letter. She struggles to climb to the door like that, of course, in order to ask for help.

"Zhang Yuqiong is the only fool who treats you as a treasure! You and they are a son of a bitch Su Wenhao can pull Li Moyin apart, but he can't persuade her to calm down, so he has to let her cry.

Li Moyin knows Zhang Yuqiong's character and how much she values Shangguan Yuxing. She is a completely stupid girl. Maybe this call could have called an ambulance directly or called herself, but she just called Shangguan Yuxing.

"Why did Yuqiong quarrel with you? Did she quarrel with you when you were together for so long?"

It's too hard to say clearly about feelings. Li Moyin still doesn't understand what Zhang Yuqiong likes about Shangguan Yuxing. In her opinion, Shangguan Yuxing is not good for nothing, but it really doesn't have many advantages. It's arsenic of a and honey of B, but it's just like Zhang Yuqiong's heart. It's a must for you.

Shangguan feels cold after he knows it. This kind of cold is not the low temperature that the clothes of his hometown can block. The cold seems to rise from the viscera, which makes people unable to escape.

He uncovers the white cloth indifferently. If Li Moyin's accusation is a sharp knife penetrating into his heart, Yuqiong's pale face is the salt sprinkled on the wound, which encourages him to rot.

There were cries and deep feelings around him. Some people kept saying that it was a good time to be sad. But Shangguan Yuxing suddenly began to laugh. He felt that everything around him was absurd.

"Stop it. It's impossible." He pushed Li Moyin away and waved to several people in the room: "don't make trouble, you are so late. You are all idle."

He knelt down beside the bed and called Zhang Yuqiong.

"Yuqiong, wake up and go home."

When Zhang Yuqiong was there, he was rarely so gentle, and he never had any nostalgia for the night, just wanted to go home with her.

"Don't be angry with me. Let's go home."

Love to leave, can not ask, people are not vegetation, to bitter taste, enough to break the heart and heartbreak, but that day until the end, Shangguan Yuxing also did not have a tear, calm quite strange, he stubbornly thought, as long as he does not let go to admit, Zhang Yuqiong is still alive.

Until the day of the funeral, he watched the ashes fall into the ground from a distance. As soon as he turned around, his eyes swept over the layers of stone tablets.

In front of the world, everything is quiet, only for a moment, suddenly feel a boulder in my heart fell from a height, fierce, clear voice, the pressure of people breathless.

It turns out that all the tears that can't be shed are like blunt knife cutting flesh, which is the long pain of delay. He, a man of more than one meter eight, is crying like that on the street.

The streets of the living and the cemeteries of the dead are just a line between them. When he stood on the border, he didn't know which side he should go.

Life is what I want, and I want more than the living, so I don't want to live.

Death is also what I hate, and what I hate is more than that of the dead.

Shangguan Yuxing often thinks, is Zhang Yuqiong really like what she said, unwilling to muddle along, or is she really tired of the world and him for a long time?

Since Shangguan was rescued after trying to cut his wrist some time ago, every time he saw the scar on his wrist, he still couldn't figure it out when he recalled the feeling that the blade had cut the flesh at that time.

It's said that swallowing medicine will also be very painful. All the viscera will be involved in it. It's very painful.

Yuqiong, his Zhang Yuqiong, has always been the most afraid of pain and loneliness, and she can't swallow medicine. How desperate does she have to be before she makes such a decision to commit suicide.

Shangguan Yuxing wore a thick down jacket, a mask, a scarf and a hat. He was hit by the cold when he went out., Fortunately, the sun showed his face, more or less warm, holding the milk ball to go out.

The little guy was too cold to settle down in the snow. He went straight to his arms and bit the red rope gently.

The winter in C city is also very cold, but every time he comes home to live, no matter how late, Zhang Yuqiong will take the milk ball and wait at the gate of the community.

At that time, he always felt that it was unnecessary. She was timid and afraid of the dark. Why did she have to go? Her hands and feet were cold all year round. Standing outside for ten minutes, her hands were still cold until night.

Later, I bought the room and looked at it from the street lamp many times. No one could be seen again. I didn't even want to pay attention to him.

If it wasn't for caring, she really didn't have to be like this. All the useless ordinary things in her feelings, including words and actions, all originate from nowhere to place love.

It's a pity that Shangguan Yuxing understood the truth too late.

Driving to the outskirts of the city, the whole city is covered with silver, covering up too much dirt, but also filling all the ravines. The stele engraved with the name of Zhang Yuqiong, standing in the middle of Qin's ancestral grave, seems strange.

No children, no grandchildren, the position of the bottom money is empty, no media, no employment, and Yuqiong's parents don't allow him to call his dead wife.

The characters on the stele are not very good-looking. They are crooked, but he has learned them for a long time. In this tomb are some relics of Zhang Yuqiong. When Shangguan Yuxing cleaned up the room later, he found that there were so many useless small objects hidden in every corner.

Little attention has been paid to the couple's slippers, towels and washing cups, the plush doll game machine that has been used for a long time, and the couple's pajamas and couple's rings that have never been used before