Chapter 1862

Yin Shaolong lowered his eyes and finally slowly let go. The moment his finger left her plain hand, he calmed down completely, as if the world of mortals had nothing to do with him.

Ye Fei ran after her uncontrollably, but Xiang Tianlai's body had been covered with a white sheet, which made her legs soft, and felt that all this was particularly untrue.

All the way to the morgue, until it is forbidden to enter, ye Feifei turns around in a trance and suddenly bumps into Lu An'an who is following him.

They looked at each other with watery eyes.

Lu An'an looked at Ye Fei and said softly, "Alai Are you really dead? "

Ye Fei's nose was sour and she opened her mouth, but like Lu An'an, she was not willing to admit the fact.

she could not help remembering the first time she saw her in prison. Her heavy make-up was like a little sister, her scorched hair, dark and thick eyeshadow, always smoking addiction, and a cool, calm look.

Until later, she washed off her heavy make-up and revealed a small face as big as a slap

Ye Fei doesn't dare to think about it any more. As long as she closes her eyes, she will feel that everything that happened was yesterday, and Alai, she has always been there, always by her side.

Wandering in the corridor, he suddenly remembered something not far away. Then he ran back to the ward, grabbed Yin Shaolong's lapel and said, "I remember Su Mohan said that the research before Tang Jinlong can bring people back to life, isn't it! Right? Come out and save Alai! Ah? Yin Shaolong

Yin Shaolong raised his eyes and looked at her and said calmly, "things have been destroyed for a long time. Besides, Alai doesn't want to be like that... "

Ye Fei gradually loosened her grip on his hand, and fell on the sofa.

The room was still as silent as death, and Yin Shaolong was still sitting by the bed, as if the temperature of Alai remained on the sickbed.

All of them were silent for a long time. Tang Zifeng was the first to go, and he didn't say much from the beginning to the end.

When it was completely dark, Lu Chuan and other talents left one after another. Ye Fei asked for help to send Xiaotian and Hanwen back, leaving only her, An'an and Yin Shaolong in the room.

Looking up at the familiar ward, he thought carefully that Alai had lived here for a long time.

Yin Shaolong changed the snow-white curtain into a light pink a few months ago. On the flower shelf beside the window sill, there are still lush flowers and plants. Even in the cold winter, they have not withered. Only the most obvious jasmine plant, bare, is a little pathetic. I don't know if I can survive this winter.

Not far from the window is a round table, where they have tried Yin Shaolong's craft for countless times. Not long ago, they had a hot pot together. At that time, the street was very cold and full of traffic.

Looking back, Xiang Tianlai's clothes are stacked neatly in one corner of the sofa, with several pieces of men's casual clothes stacked on the side. They are arranged in an orderly way, which looks particularly harmonious.

On the tea table, there was an apple whose skin had been cut to half, which had turned yellow. There was a trace of blood on the fruit knife on one side. It was supposed that Yin Shaolong was going to cut an apple for Alai before the accident.

Looking at this familiar scene, it seems that every place has memories with Alai.

She and Lu An'an seem to have been used to it unconsciously. They are used to coming here for a while every day, as if this is another small home.