Chapter 166

In the interweaving of all kinds of emotions, Gu Xiaoxi reached out and opened the door, trying to raise a smile on his face: "Beibei, I come to see you..."

Words are not lost.

Gu Xiaoxi's pupil shrinks violently, and his face turns pale instantly!

She rushed over and squatted beside the girl who was sleeping on the ground: "Beibei! North, North

On the ground.

It's a shocking red.

BeiYao's right hand, also holding a fruit knife, knife tip, also stained with blood.

BeiYao, cut his wrist and killed himself.

Gu Xiaoxi's whole body collapsed. In a panic, she took out her mobile phone and called 120, then pressed her wound with her hand.

This is a click.

She found that all the wounds on BeiYao's wrist, one deep scar after another.

This silly girl, what on earth has she experienced before she is so cruel and self injurious.

Isn't she the most afraid of pain? Why should she cut her wrist.

Gu Xiaoxi tries to keep herself calm. She holds BeiYao in her arms, hoping that her temperature can pass on to her.

She sniffed, took the knife out of BeiYao's hand and threw it into the dustbin.

When she was ready to hold her downstairs and wait for 120, her eyes swept to the bed, and there was a piece of writing paper pressed by the mobile phone.

She took it.

After seeing the above content, my heart choked and I couldn't help the pain.

Sunset:

I don't know if you can read this letter. Even if you do, I'll be gone. I'm sorry. I promised you three days' sleep, but I didn't hold on.

I'm too tired. I live in all kinds of depression every day. Originally, one day last year, I should die, but I can't bear you, and I dare not die.

But now.

Sunset, compared to live, I would rather endure the pain of the knife cut the skin to die.

The world is not colored, what I see is black, and you are my only light.

Sorry to make you sad.

Promise me, don't cry. I love the way you smile.

In addition, there is something I would like to ask you. Please tell Ning Jing for me. It's impossible for me to talk to him. It's impossible before, now and in the future.

I'm going. Take care of myself.

Stay in the north.

Patta!

Gu Xiaoxi's tears drop on the paper, her body trembles slightly, crying into a tearful person.

Two minutes later.

She folded the paper and put it in her pocket, and then put Beibei's mobile phone in her handbag, which held her horizontally.

She is her.

She didn't allow her to leave without her permission.

"Miss Gu, you..." the agent came in.

Gu Xiaoxi's eyes without a trace of temperature fall on her and go over her and leave with BeiYao in her arms.

She doesn't believe it. She doesn't know what happened to Beibei.

"She's doing this again?" The agent Mou Guang falls on the wrist of North Yao, the facial expression immediately changed, "really want red want crazy!"

Gu Xiaoxi steps, eyes like a knife: "what do you say."

"I said she was crazy to be red." The agent is not satisfied, "this suicide is for hot search! I don't understand. Isn't it good to write and sing well? Why do you have to do this eye-catching thing to increase your exposure? "

"Bang!"

Gu Xiaoxi kicked in the past, the breath of the whole body is cold and frightening.

The agent said coldly, "what are you doing?"

"You're her agent." Gu Xiaoxi's words are cold.

If it wasn't for BeiYao who needed medical treatment now, she would definitely beat the woman in front of her!

No wonder there are so many wounds on Beibei's body. Most of them are given by this woman.

"It's the agent who reminds her to sing and write songs, not to attract people's attention in this way." The agent gave an angry rebuke and looked very pale.

Gu Xiaoxi suddenly a smile, thin cool and dangerous: "that I also hope, you want to red, also cut his wrist to die."

The agent's face changed and he wanted to scold Gu Xiaoxi.

Gu Xiaoxi is the first step to hold people left.

BeiYao is in a coma now. If she doesn't get treatment soon, she is afraid that something will really go wrong.

After another five minutes or so, the ambulance came. Gu Xiaoxi got on the bus and escorted the people to the hospital.

In order to ensure that everything can be carried out quickly, Gu Xiaoxi paid the money and finished all the procedures.

"Are you a family member of the patient?"

"I'm her friend."

The doctor's face is very bad, between the eyebrows and eyes with a heavy: "the patient's situation is not optimistic, I suggest you inform her family."

"Why not be optimistic." Gu Xiaoxi's heart suddenly worried, "if the wrist cut is found in time, it will not cause death, she..."

"In addition to cutting her wrist, she took a lot of sleeping pills." The doctor's words hit her heart heavily, and she couldn't breathe because of the pain. "Let her family know."

"Good." Gu Xiaoxi squeezed a word from his throat.

She was sitting on the chair in the hospital corridor, her eyes were not in focus.

Until the mobile phone in the bag came buzzing, she went back and forth.

"Buzz."

She took out Beibei's mobile phone, and when she saw a word "he" on it, she subconsciously came up with Ning Jing in Beibei's letter.

"Don't call me or send me a message in the future." The male voice on the phone was very nice, and the tone was full of sarcasm and impatience. "Don't bring me your negative energy when you moan without illness."

"She won't bring it to you again." Gu Xiaoxi's tone is very cold, "never."

"Who are you?"

"Doodle!"

Gu Xiaoxi simply hung up.

Is that what Beibei likes?

"Buzz."

Once again, Gu Xiaoxi hung up.

She is going to turn off BeiYao's mobile phone, but she wants to ask her to call her family.

She strained her body and opened BeiYao's mobile phone address book.

At the moment when she was about to make a phone call, her eyes touched the ten calls she dialed.

19: 36. BeiYao made ten calls to him in the address book.

She reached in and found that every call was not connected.

Not connected

This silly girl.

How desperate it was then.

Ding Dong!

There is a message on Weibo. Gu Xiaoxi opens it easily. When she sees the message clearly, her nose is sour and her heart aches.

"When I was in the dark, he never wanted to give me a hand."—— The north at sunset.

Not surprisingly, this is Beibei's microblog trumpet.

It's also her daily record of life.

The one she just sent at 19:40.

She opened her homepage and flipped down.

November 1: is it because I'm dead that someone will cherish it.

October 25: alive, tired.

October 7: I can't write a song.