The roof of the inpatient building was transformed into an enclosed garden by the hospital, which usually serves medical staff and patients to rest. When Xue Zi'ang came up, there was only Xue Zhan on the roof.
The wind was strong at night, and the surrounding windows were not closed. The green vegetation inside rustled. A few leaves hit Xue Zhan's shoulders, but he just leaned on the rattan chair motionlessly, looking at the distant night incredible.
Xue Zi'ang sat down next to him and asked: After my dad died, have you really... thought about committing suicide?
Xue Zhan said: I've been alive
The people around him stopped moving again. It took him a long time to hear a low voice: Sorry
Xue Zhan turned to look at him, but he had turned his gaze to the dazzling lighthouse opposite.
Looking down at the arms that had basically recovered, Xue Zhan laughed at himself: It should be, I feel better in this way
After sitting quietly for a while, Xue Zi'ang got up from the chair and walked straight towards the corridor, but took a few steps and suddenly stopped: Uncle, thank you
Xue Zhan continued to sit without saying a word
My mother knew about Zhao Yu's suicide. She said that when she was abused by my father, she also thought about death. If it weren't for you who saved her and kept protecting her, what I lost would be not just my father. I couldn't accept that my mother fell in love with my uncle. But I can understand that a desperate woman fell in love with the man who saved her. My father's death. I don't know who should blame me. Think about it carefully. Even if I was not stimulated, his illness would not last long. Perhaps, leaving early would be a relief for him. You and my mother... are correct.
The night wind continued to roar in. The leaves swinging with the wind blocked the light in front of us, and looked up at the man in front of us who seemed to have suddenly matured a lot. Xue Zhan suddenly smiled and said in a low voice: Thank you
When Zhao Yu opened the door and came out, except for Ji Sui, who had to go back to the ward to rest, all the men were still waiting outside.
She doesn't have the energy to solve the problem with them now, and just said: I'll go see my godmother and godmother
Ling Jianwei got up and carefully supported her, Zhuang Ye was also there
When Zhao Yu pushed the door in, Zhuang Ye was kneeling in front of the two elders. His godfather closed his eyes and lowered his head without saying a word, while his godmother kept wiping his tears with a tissue.
Needless to ask, I know what they were talking about. Zhao Yu slowly approached and knelt down beside Zhuang Ye, but before her knees fell to the ground, his godmother had already grabbed her arm and pulled her up at the same time.
What are you doing? You are still hurt... My godmother carefully held her injured wrist and shook her head while crying. Your godfather and I are not unreasonable. We know that it is not your fault, I am just...
Before she finished speaking, she was crying
The godfather asked Zhao Yu to sit on the bed, and sighed at Zhuang Ye in front of him: Get up too, you did it, you didn’t do that back then. What can we blame you?
Song Xuan pulled Zhuang Ye from behind, but he didn't say a word to him, and he just opened the door and walked out dejectedly
Zhao Yu had imagined the scene after his godmother knew the truth countless times, but every time she thought about it, she would be breathless. Now that this naiveness is coming, she felt that the feeling of suffocation was not as strong as before.
Perhaps it was the physical and mental pain that made her numb. When she finally calmed down and faced them without any concealment, she felt relieved.
The night is too quiet, and you can hear the crying sounds from inside through the closed door. However, in places like the hospital, such a sound is never surprising.
Xu Chengyan tried hard to distinguish it. It was not Zhao Yu's crying, but her godmother's. No matter who it was, she cried so desolately, and it was always uncomfortable to hear it.
Looking up at the lost Song Xuan, he couldn't help but get up from the stool and strode away
This place, this kind of scene is too depressing, and every minute he stays here, he feels extremely tormented.
But before he knew it, he actually went to the old alley where Grandma Cui Lan lived.
There was no one in the alley in the middle of the night, but the gate of the Cui family was still open as last time. He stood at the door and looked at it. The white-haired old man was still sitting alone on the ground.
This time, the old man saw him but did not mistake him for his deceased granddaughter. He just asked blankly: Have you seen my Lanlan?
Xu Chengyan wanted to speak but stopped, but after a while, he murmured: I will give you an explanation
When I came out of the ward, it was almost dawn
My godmother cried so hard that she couldn't make any sound, but Zhao Yu didn't shed a single tear again. It seemed that the previous venting without any scruples had already dried all her tears.
Looking at the figure leaving silently in front of her, she hesitated for a moment and called him: Zhuang Ye
Zhuang Ye stopped
She said: Back then, I wanted to be with you
Zhuang Ye slowly looked back at her
She smiled and said: I have never blamed you
He also smiled: I would rather, you hate me
She shook her head: I don’t want to hate anymore, no one wants to hate anymore. Now, I have no other choice except to live, you...
If you live, I will live too
She is still alive, what qualifications does he have to die?
She must make a more difficult choice than death, and he must live well and slowly accept more painful punishment than death.
His figure slowly faded away and gradually disappeared into the depths of the silent corridor. Zhao Yu was stunned for a long time and looked back at the men still sitting in the corridor: Go back
No one moved
She lowered her head and smiled: Don't worry, I won't die anymore, how dare I die now? I'm just... I'm really tired and want to rest
She didn't know whether they listened to her words or left, and she didn't have the strength to care about whether they had left.
She is really too tired and just wants to have a good sleep
However, when I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes, I still couldn't sleep, and my eyes were so heavy that I couldn't lift it up, but my thinking was still very clear
Over the years, my mother brought her hard life, the warm and lively scenes with her godmother's family, and the little things she had with her Yu Jin and grew up with Zhuang Ye from getting to know each other and falling in love with Zhuang Ye every bit of it
The memories she had never dared to recall, and thought they had been completely sealed, were slowly screened in her mind like a movie.
Four years of escape, endurance and self-torture made her almost forget how happy it was to live.
The wind was strong at night, and the surrounding windows were not closed. The green vegetation inside rustled. A few leaves hit Xue Zhan's shoulders, but he just leaned on the rattan chair motionlessly, looking at the distant night incredible.
Xue Zi'ang sat down next to him and asked: After my dad died, have you really... thought about committing suicide?
Xue Zhan said: I've been alive
The people around him stopped moving again. It took him a long time to hear a low voice: Sorry
Xue Zhan turned to look at him, but he had turned his gaze to the dazzling lighthouse opposite.
Looking down at the arms that had basically recovered, Xue Zhan laughed at himself: It should be, I feel better in this way
After sitting quietly for a while, Xue Zi'ang got up from the chair and walked straight towards the corridor, but took a few steps and suddenly stopped: Uncle, thank you
Xue Zhan continued to sit without saying a word
My mother knew about Zhao Yu's suicide. She said that when she was abused by my father, she also thought about death. If it weren't for you who saved her and kept protecting her, what I lost would be not just my father. I couldn't accept that my mother fell in love with my uncle. But I can understand that a desperate woman fell in love with the man who saved her. My father's death. I don't know who should blame me. Think about it carefully. Even if I was not stimulated, his illness would not last long. Perhaps, leaving early would be a relief for him. You and my mother... are correct.
The night wind continued to roar in. The leaves swinging with the wind blocked the light in front of us, and looked up at the man in front of us who seemed to have suddenly matured a lot. Xue Zhan suddenly smiled and said in a low voice: Thank you
When Zhao Yu opened the door and came out, except for Ji Sui, who had to go back to the ward to rest, all the men were still waiting outside.
She doesn't have the energy to solve the problem with them now, and just said: I'll go see my godmother and godmother
Ling Jianwei got up and carefully supported her, Zhuang Ye was also there
When Zhao Yu pushed the door in, Zhuang Ye was kneeling in front of the two elders. His godfather closed his eyes and lowered his head without saying a word, while his godmother kept wiping his tears with a tissue.
Needless to ask, I know what they were talking about. Zhao Yu slowly approached and knelt down beside Zhuang Ye, but before her knees fell to the ground, his godmother had already grabbed her arm and pulled her up at the same time.
What are you doing? You are still hurt... My godmother carefully held her injured wrist and shook her head while crying. Your godfather and I are not unreasonable. We know that it is not your fault, I am just...
Before she finished speaking, she was crying
The godfather asked Zhao Yu to sit on the bed, and sighed at Zhuang Ye in front of him: Get up too, you did it, you didn’t do that back then. What can we blame you?
Song Xuan pulled Zhuang Ye from behind, but he didn't say a word to him, and he just opened the door and walked out dejectedly
Zhao Yu had imagined the scene after his godmother knew the truth countless times, but every time she thought about it, she would be breathless. Now that this naiveness is coming, she felt that the feeling of suffocation was not as strong as before.
Perhaps it was the physical and mental pain that made her numb. When she finally calmed down and faced them without any concealment, she felt relieved.
The night is too quiet, and you can hear the crying sounds from inside through the closed door. However, in places like the hospital, such a sound is never surprising.
Xu Chengyan tried hard to distinguish it. It was not Zhao Yu's crying, but her godmother's. No matter who it was, she cried so desolately, and it was always uncomfortable to hear it.
Looking up at the lost Song Xuan, he couldn't help but get up from the stool and strode away
This place, this kind of scene is too depressing, and every minute he stays here, he feels extremely tormented.
But before he knew it, he actually went to the old alley where Grandma Cui Lan lived.
There was no one in the alley in the middle of the night, but the gate of the Cui family was still open as last time. He stood at the door and looked at it. The white-haired old man was still sitting alone on the ground.
This time, the old man saw him but did not mistake him for his deceased granddaughter. He just asked blankly: Have you seen my Lanlan?
Xu Chengyan wanted to speak but stopped, but after a while, he murmured: I will give you an explanation
When I came out of the ward, it was almost dawn
My godmother cried so hard that she couldn't make any sound, but Zhao Yu didn't shed a single tear again. It seemed that the previous venting without any scruples had already dried all her tears.
Looking at the figure leaving silently in front of her, she hesitated for a moment and called him: Zhuang Ye
Zhuang Ye stopped
She said: Back then, I wanted to be with you
Zhuang Ye slowly looked back at her
She smiled and said: I have never blamed you
He also smiled: I would rather, you hate me
She shook her head: I don’t want to hate anymore, no one wants to hate anymore. Now, I have no other choice except to live, you...
If you live, I will live too
She is still alive, what qualifications does he have to die?
She must make a more difficult choice than death, and he must live well and slowly accept more painful punishment than death.
His figure slowly faded away and gradually disappeared into the depths of the silent corridor. Zhao Yu was stunned for a long time and looked back at the men still sitting in the corridor: Go back
No one moved
She lowered her head and smiled: Don't worry, I won't die anymore, how dare I die now? I'm just... I'm really tired and want to rest
She didn't know whether they listened to her words or left, and she didn't have the strength to care about whether they had left.
She is really too tired and just wants to have a good sleep
However, when I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes, I still couldn't sleep, and my eyes were so heavy that I couldn't lift it up, but my thinking was still very clear
Over the years, my mother brought her hard life, the warm and lively scenes with her godmother's family, and the little things she had with her Yu Jin and grew up with Zhuang Ye from getting to know each other and falling in love with Zhuang Ye every bit of it
The memories she had never dared to recall, and thought they had been completely sealed, were slowly screened in her mind like a movie.
Four years of escape, endurance and self-torture made her almost forget how happy it was to live.
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