Chapter 1493

"Give it to me."

When the scene, low eyes looking at him, firm attitude.

"Give it to him."

Should cold year sink a voice way, one time suffer enough good, better than slowly Ling late.

When Lin Yi looked at the scene standing there, he thought of himself, and his body was chilly Mu Jingluo knelt on the ground, listening to Ying Hannian's words, his breath was trembling. After a long time, he took out a stack of photos from his pocket, which he took out from the materials. Above the photos is a small transparent bag with a purple velvet box.

Pick it up when you need it, put the box in your pocket, and then look at the pictures.

When the accident happened, Mu Jingluo took white tea to the hospital for the first time, and only the photos left by the monitor were on the scene.

It's a long shot.

In the first picture, a car lights up and a slender figure flies into the air.

In the second picture, the car was parked on the side of the road. In front of the car, a thin figure was lying on the ground. He could not see his face clearly. The heavy rain fell all over the ground, and the road was wet.

Under her, there is a lot of blood.

The third is mu Jingluo kneeling on the ground to do the most urgent simple rescue.

In the fourth picture, he finally saw Bai Cha's face. She fell into Mu Jingluo's arms, covered with blood. Her face was clean and beautiful. Except for a little blood in her forehead, she was just like sleeping in front of Mu Jingluo, her eyes closed.

Just like usual, every time I yell to write late at night because I can't sleep, but once I fall into his arms, I can fall asleep quickly for a few seconds.

That's how she sleeps on his arm

Cute, quiet, soft.

Standing in the living room at the scene, fingering the face on the photo, then quickly wiping the blood on it, rubbing it back and forth desperately, as if it could wipe the blood off her whole body

Watching his action, all the people present were silent.

"Jingshi." Jiang Qixing came forward and grasped his arm, "it's useless."

A dead man cannot come back to life.

“……”

When the scene stopped action, light mouth, "here is too hot, I go out to blow the wind."

With that, he broke away Jiang Qixing's hand and walked out with the materials and photos in his arms. People didn't dare to stop him, so they could only watch him leave.

When Jiang Qian saw Ying Jing for the first time, she could not help but worry. She turned her eyes to Lin Yi and said, "he's like this Is nothing wrong? "

When he heard that his daughter had an accident, he fainted. Bai Langyan was so sorry that he bumped his head against the wall that he went to the hospital in pain.

These are the reactions of grief, but the child seems too calm, and she can see that he is certainly not as calm as he appears.

"I don't know."

Lin Yi said in a low voice, his lips white and bloodless.

She has experienced what she has experienced at present, but what she has gained is false, what he has gained It's the truth.

She really didn't know what it would be like when it happened.

……

When the scene, a person down the stairs, out of the corridor, a gust of wind rolled up, blowing his thin body back.

It's cold.

I'm sober, too.

He walked out of the corridor, went out, crossed the steps, sprained and sat on the steps.

After that, he never stood up again.

The light in the residential area is dim yellow, quietly guarding the night. The wind blows through the leaves and makes a sound. Many leaves fall on the ground and drift away with the wind.

When he was in the scene, he just sat there and continued to turn over the photos, death certificates and traffic accident records in his hand. He turned every word into a picture and put it in his mind. Every space remembered her death.

After looking at it for a long time, he calmly stuffed the photo into the material, put the material beside him, and then took out the small transparent bag from his pocket.

His fingers began to tremble. He forced himself to control the movements of his hands, only to find that his whole body was cold and shaking.

I can't open a small bag at all.

It is clear that he is sitting on the steps against a pillar and at the shelter, but he is still too cold to control himself.

At last, he could only shake his hands and put the transparent bag to his mouth. He lowered his head and bit the bag open.

The box rolled into his shaking hands, and his slender fingers could hardly hold such a small box.

The bitten bag fell to the ground.

He trembled violently in response to the scene. With two hands, he opened the box in his hands with difficulty. There was a diamond ring inlaid in it. The simple design made it shine under the street lamp, like the Big Dipper guiding the way in the dark.

His hands were shaking so that he could not take out the ring. He could only look at it with his eyes red

"Well, did you change today? Why are you so handsome? "

"I'll go out and watch the game with you when I come back."

"You're going out? I'll go with you. You haven't been out for a long time"No, you can't go with me to this door. You'll know when I come back."

He just went to get the ring. He had been married to her for a year, but he never thought about giving her a formal and special gift.

He just felt that it was time for him to stand up. He could not hide under the umbrella of his parents and her unconditional tolerance because of a disease like a coward.

He just wanted to take the ring and tell her that from now on, he would officially assume the responsibility of a husband.

He just wanted to take the ring and tell her, thank her for letting a sick person know that the future is promising.

It's just a trip out of the door. Why didn't he have time to say or do anything when he came back?

She must have hated him when she left.

To death, she thought that he did not love her, he took her as a temporary haven.

No

She can't think that, she can't think that With this in mind, the body shakes even more seriously when the scene comes. People begin to feel chest tightness and gasp until they can't breathe. The whole person curls up, grabs the velvet box with trembling hands and puts it in front of his lips. He lowers his head to kiss, but he can't kiss it. His lips gradually exude blood color.

The smell of blood rolled in my throat.

The wind sweeps over the neighborhood and hisses in despair.

Blood was constantly flowing from his trembling lips, and the suffocation that he couldn't breathe immediately engulfed his whole body. His heart seemed to be crushed and fragmented by people's bare hands. He didn't want to cry, but his face was full of tears.

He was so stuffy that he felt like he was trapped in layers of cocoons.

He wanted to struggle, but the sky was hopeless.

"Oh..."

A nausea attack, he tilted his head and opened his mouth to spit, spit out all blood.

The red color of the steps pricked his blurred vision.

He couldn't help retching.

Besides blood, it's blood.

"Jingshi!"

A worried voice came, footsteps from far and near. In response to the scene, he only felt that his sleeve, which was shaking with himself, was caught. He looked sideways and saw Zhou Chunxi standing in front of him, looking at the blood on the steps in panic and worry, and then looking at him, "what's the matter with you?"