Zhao Lei looked at the girl. The bright red blood was dripping down, making her oval face pale. He suddenly realized that his tone just now was too harsh, "Bingbing, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be mean to you. I
I was just too impatient…”
He Bing shook his head gently, "I'm fine."
"Is it really okay?"
"I won't see you off anymore. I'm a little tired, so I'll go back first." He Bing turned around and left.
Zhao Lei stood there and watched He Bing's disappearing figure for a long time.
…
In the middle of the night, Yang Jindou suddenly woke up. She felt very thirsty, so she walked out of the room to get some water.
When she passed by the door of He Bing's room, she found that the lights inside were still on. It was two or three in the morning, and He Bing was still not asleep?
Yang Jindou reached out and pushed open the door to the room.
There was silence in the room, with a dim light shining inside. He Bing leaned lightly on the balcony, holding himself with two slim arms, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Bingbing." Yang Jindou called out.
He Bing didn't respond and seemed not to hear.
Yang Jindou was a little flustered because He Bing had been too quiet since Xiao Cheng's death. She always felt that if she remained silent, she would explode in silence.
Yang Jindou stepped forward and called out again, "Bingbing."
Only then did He Bing come to her senses. She turned to look at Yang Jindou, "Oh, Mom, why are you here?"
"Bingbing, what are you thinking about? It's already early in the morning, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Yang Jindou asked nervously and concerned.
"Mom, I can't sleep. Go to sleep. I'm fine."
The more she said this, the more uneasy Yang Jindou felt, "Bingbing, you and Zhao Lei are getting married soon. Are you nervous because you are going to be a bride?"
He Bing did not answer the question. She slowly stretched out her little hand and hugged Yang Jindou, "Mom."
She called out softly, coquettishly like a little girl.
Yang Jindou knew her daughter's character very well. She was definitely not the kind of person who would act like a spoiled child. "Bingbing, what's wrong with you? If you have anything on your mind, tell your mother. You make her feel very uneasy."
"Your father is gone. You are my mother's only relative in this world. If anything happens to you, my mother won't want to live anymore."
Yang Jindou's eyes were red.
He Bing hugged Yang Jindou tightly. She remained taciturn. Her slender feathers slowly dropped down. After a long time, she whispered softly, "Mom, I have worked very hard."
Mom, I have worked very hard.
This sentence made Yang Jindou feel a pain in her heart. She raised her hand and stroked her daughter's hair, "Bingbing, since...he died, you haven't shed a single tear. If you want to cry, just cry loudly. Mom will be with you."
your."
Cry?
He Bing felt that her eyes were dry and there was nothing inside. She didn't want to cry, and she couldn't cry at all.
"Mom, did I never tell you?"
"What?"
"Mom, I love you. Over the years, like my father, I have always loved you deeply. No one can replace you. Although you have left us, your place beside us has always been reserved for you. Mom, I
Love you."
…
Yang Jindou had a nightmare. She dreamed of He Bing. In the dream, He Bing hugged her tightly and said to her, "Mom, I love you, but I'm sorry, I have to leave."
She held He Bing tightly, "Bingbing, where are you going? It's so dark at night. Where are you going alone? Tell mom quickly."
He Bing just smiled, "Mom, I've tried very hard, but... it still doesn't work..."
Yang Jindou's heart kept sinking, and she instantly sank to the bottom. She desperately grabbed He Bing, but He Bing still slipped away from her hand.
"Bingbing! Bingbing!"
Yang Jindou screamed twice in his sleep and woke up directly from the nightmare.
She sat on the bed, panting heavily. Her pajamas were soaked with cold sweat, and she felt cold all over.
Why did she have this dream?
Bingbing?
Bing Bing!
Yang Jindou quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She walked out and pushed open He Bing's door, "Bingbing, mom..."
Yang Jindou's voice stopped suddenly because the room was empty and there was no one.
He Bing is no longer here.
An hour ago, He Bing was holding her on the balcony and telling her, Mom, I love you.
Now, He Bing is missing.
It was only around four o'clock in the morning, and it was pitch dark outside. Yang Jindou felt like she had fallen into an abyss. She knew it was not going to be good, it was really not going to be good.
She ran back to her room, picked up her phone, and dialed Zhao Lei's number.
Her fingers kept shaking and she couldn't hold the phone steady.
Soon, the other end of the phone was connected, and Zhao Lei's calm voice came over, "Hey, Auntie, you are calling me so late. Did something happen to Bingbing?"
Sure enough, apart from her, she was the only one who had such a bad premonition, even Zhao Lei felt it.
"Zhao Lei, Bingbing...Bingbing is missing!"
"What? Where did Bingbing go?"
"I...I don't know either..."
"Auntie, don't panic, think carefully, where will Bingbing go so late?"
Yang Jindou thought for a moment and suddenly remembered, "Is Bingbing going... to..."
…
In the cemetery.
The cemetery was very dark in the early morning, but there were street lights on both sides of the road. At this time, a slender figure walked over from a distance. She was wearing a long black dress. Here was He Bing.
Soon, He Bing stopped and looked at the tombstone in front of her, the Tomb of Xiaocheng.
She came to see him.
She has not been here since his death, and this is the first time.
He Bing stood quietly in front of the tombstone, then she raised her little hand and her fingertips fell on the photo of the tombstone, which showed her familiar eyebrows and glances.
She had tried hard to forget him these days, and she thought she had succeeded, but now she realized that this was just self-deception. His facial features, his breath... were all deeply imprinted in her mind and heart.
She thought that she would never forget this man for the rest of her life.
She tried hard.
She worked really hard.
"Ye Ming," her voice was very soft, as light as a wisp of smoke. She whispered the name that had been sealed during this period, and she raised her red lips, "I have tried tens of thousands of times and billions of times.
I want to forgive you, but...I can't do it, I hate you, and I will never forgive you in this life."
Don't think that you can make up for her with just a few stinky money. She doesn't want any of his money.
She just...wanted to hate him.
Ye Ming in the photo was destined not to give her any response. He Bing slowly squatted down. It was like she was always performing a one-man show between her and him.
He Bing looked at the sky in the distance, dawn was coming, "Ye Ming, I said, if one day you betray me, I will not let you go, so... I came to find you."
On xx, xx, xx, He Bing committed suicide in front of Ye Ming's grave.
When Mother Yang and Zhao Lei rushed over, He Bing was sitting alone by the dusk. She cut her wrist, and the blood from her right wrist gurgled out, dyeing the tomb bright red.