Mother Yuan suddenly turned her head to look at her, looking at the letter in her hand. She shook her head with a sad face, put her hands on the fence, and moved.
This movement frightened everyone's hearts to fly out. The firefighter prepared a running posture and almost jumped over. However, Yuan's mother only adjusted her sitting posture and did not jump.
However, Professor Yuan was so frightened that he fainted.
The policewoman was also frightened and dragged Mo Yi away: "Get down and stop yelling here."
Mo Yi was so frightened that he cried and struggled: "Mother Yuan, believe me. Yuan Qingling asked me to deliver the letter. She is not dead. She is really not dead. Why don't you believe me? If you
Jump down, I am really guilty. I should have come to deliver the letter a month ago, but my sister had an operation and I have been taking care of her in the hospital. You can even come down and take a look. You will know the authenticity at a glance. Her handwriting, you
I recognize it."
She kept holding the letter, but the policewoman kept dragging her away. She had no choice but to shout to the young man, "Are you Brother Yuan? Look at this letter. There is also a portrait of her in my backpack, her current portrait."
, the gifts she brought you are all in my backpack."
As she spoke, she dropped her backpack. She couldn't withstand the drag of the female police officer and was dragged down the stairs.
Brother Yuan was kneeling on the ground. Hearing what Mo Yi said and seeing the letter and backpack thrown on the ground, he walked over and picked up the letter. When he saw it, he was shocked, "Oh my God,
He looked at it eagerly and was shocked. After reading it, he opened his backpack. There were several small brocade boxes and a painting inside, which he slowly unfolded.
The man didn't shed tears easily, but he didn't feel sad yet. He looked at the portrait and tears fell down.
Mother Yuan was finally touched, and asked with trembling lips: "Really?"
He unfolded the portrait towards Yuan's mother. On top of the portrait was a couple and three children. The woman's smile, bright eyes and white teeth were her daughters.
Professor Yuan was also pinched awake. He slowly walked over to take a look and couldn't help but burst into tears.
He walked over, with the firefighters protecting him. He stretched out his hand to Yuan's mother, his lips trembling, "Aya, come back."
The wind was so strong that Yuan's mother's clothes bulged up like a bird about to fly down.
This scene is shocking to watch.
But fortunately, she stretched out her hand and handed it to Professor Yuan.
The moment she landed, Professor Yuan hugged her and burst into tears.
The hanging hearts of everyone finally fell to the ground.
Half an hour later, Mo Yi sat on the sofa in the Yuan family's living room.
Her legs were still trembling, and after crying, her eyes were extremely red and swollen.
Everyone in the Yuan family has read the letter and the portrait, but the handwriting is Qing'er's, but what she said in her heart is hard to believe.
Looking at the expectant eyes of the three of them, and hearing Yuan's mother's trembling voice asking if it was true, Mo Yi burst into tears immediately.
She was so scared. If she came one day late, no, even one hour late, something would happen.
She cried for a moment, wiped away her tears and said, "I called you yesterday, but you didn't answer. I wanted to tell you yesterday."