Mo Yi originally thought that she just encountered someone else's despair in life. When she heard the last words about Professor Yuan, she was stunned. She suddenly grabbed the old woman's wrist and said, "Auntie, you mean, above.
Was it Yuan Qingling’s mother who committed suicide?”
The old woman seemed to have not heard the word Yuan Qingling for a long time. She was stunned for a moment when she heard it, and then she slowly said: "Isn't it?"
Mo Yi's heart skipped a few beats, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
She slapped herself hard. Why did she come here? She should have come a long time ago. If something happened, how could she explain to the Crown Princess?
She pushed forward hard and shouted loudly: "Mother Yuan, don't worry about it, come down. I have something important to tell you, so come down quickly."
The building was more than twenty stories high, and there was a lot of noise downstairs. Mo Yi shouted these words at the top of his lungs, but he couldn't get out at all.
She was so anxious that she jumped up and down, unable to attract the attention of the person above her.
She saw people coming down the corridor and others going up. Knowing that someone above was trying to persuade her, she hurriedly ran to the door, but a policewoman grabbed her wrist and said, "Miss, you can't go up."
Mo Yi said anxiously: "I want to go up. I can persuade her to come down."
The policewoman looked at her, "Who are you?"
Mo Yi was so anxious that he jumped, "I'm not her, but I know her daughter. Believe me, I can really convince her to come down."
The policewoman said solemnly: "If you are not her family member, then I'm sorry. I can't let you go up. Go quickly and don't hinder the firefighters from rescuing people. They are all going up."
Mo Yi said furiously: "No, let me go up. If you don't go up, it will be too late. Someone will really die. Otherwise, you ask Professor Yuan to come down to see me. I will say a few words to him and give him the things. I am here
There is something that can make her come down."
"What?" the policewoman asked.
"Her daughter's letter!"
"Her daughter is dead." The female police officer was a police officer from a nearby community and knew that Dr. Yuan had died long ago.
Mo Yi patted his head and slapped himself hard, "This is a suicide note. She gave it to me a long time ago. I didn't find it. I was confused and didn't send it to her parents in time. Let me go up.
I'm going to make amends."
She took out a letter from her backpack and waved it in front of the policewoman. The policewoman was dubious, but her life was really important, so she said: "I'll go up with you. If you do anything to irritate her, I will take you to prison immediately."
Take it back to the police station."
"Okay, okay, hurry up." Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the policewoman and ran in and pressed the elevator.
Because there was an accident, no one was going up or down the floor, so the elevator arrived quickly.
Take the elevator straight to the top floor, then take the last flight of stairs to the rooftop.
There were many people on the rooftop, including firefighters, police, ambulance personnel, and a few family members who seemed to be persuading them. One of them, a middle-aged man with white hair and a white shirt, almost knelt down and was distraught.
He shouted: "Come back, come back quickly, don't scare us..."
Another young man also knelt on the ground crying, begging her to come back.
Mother Yuan was sitting on the fence with her feet dangling in the air. She was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her down. She looked very dangerous.
She turned around to face her family, her face covered with tears, her eyes full of reluctance, but she was unwilling to come down.
The firefighter didn't dare to approach her rashly, for fear of irritating her and she would jump off.
Mo Yi quickly raised the letter and shouted: "Mother Yuan, my name is Mo Yi. I just met Yuan Qingling. She asked me to bring you a letter. Please take a look."