The elevator descends layer by layer, like a heart falling into an abyss, not knowing when it will stop falling.
The number b2 flashed on the electronic screen, the elevator door opened, and a chilly smell of soda water hit my face.
In the morgue, no one spoke, only low sobs lingered in the huge space. Like a lonely soul that could not be dispersed.
In this life, a person has to go through many life, separation and death before he can turn a soft heart into an indestructible one.
Maybe never.
The man lying on the bed not far away was her father and the person she was closest to in the world.
But now, he is gone.
She didn't even hear him call her name one last time, she didn't even feel the warmth and strength of his generous palm on her shoulder, she didn't even hug him again...
He just left.
The son wants to be taken care of, but the relatives don't care.
The happiness that has just been obtained has been lost before it is warmed in the palm of the hand. This is the most sad thing in the world.
Ye Zhong's cold and breathless body lay quietly, Aunt Xiang was undressing him and cleansing his face, while Ye Kuan and Ye Rong were like two little animals that had lost their shelter, hugging each other tightly and crying.
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They surrounded him, sipping softly, with sadness and pain written all over their faces. Ye Rong's always proud and beautiful face could not see any other emotions except pain and sorrow, and Ye Kuan,
This little man, a big boy who always talks about men bleeding without shedding tears, now his eyes are red from crying.
"Dad..." Ye Xiangwan clutched the lapel of his clothes tightly and rushed to Ye Zhong's bed.
This man is her father, although she knows that because of her mother's affairs, his feelings for her are not deep. Perhaps he has also had a mixture of love and hate for her over the years. But no matter what, this is her place in this world.
The closest relative by blood is also the only relative.
He had just opened his heart to her, and she thought that after so many years, she would finally be able to call him daddy like her other two younger siblings.
But all of this... was already over before it even started.
Her mother was gone, and so was he. She was the only one left alone in the world. She really didn't dare to think about how she would go in the future.
She complained about him, why he treated her so ruthlessly, and hated him, why he didn't give her the same love as Ye Rong and Ye Kuan, but it wasn't until he died that she understood that the family relationship between them could not be destroyed no matter what.
Continuously. Over the years, she has worked so hard just to make him treat her a little better and a little better. But now, Ye Zhong is dead, and all her efforts have been in vain, and Ye Xiangwan's heart is broken.
It was like someone had dug a piece out of me.
It can no longer be completed.
"Stop crying, wipe your dad's face and hands. He has been waiting for you for a long time...let him go on his way clean..." Aunt Xiang sobbed and handed over a wet wipe.
Ye Xiangwan took it tremblingly, but couldn't wipe it off.
Due to a long illness, Ye Zhong's face was extremely ugly. There was a thick layer of death among the gray. He was as skinny as a skeleton. His bony fingers were spread out loosely, and his purple-red corpse
The spots appear from under the skin.
After staring at his hand for a long time, Ye Xiangwan slowly started to move.
The warm towel covered Ye Zhong's palm, and the tears fell. Ye Xiangwan moved gently, as if he was afraid of hurting Ye Zhong, and wiped it carefully.
More than 20 years ago, he welcomed her into this world, and more than 20 years later, she was going to send him off for the last time.
It is said that the relationship between children and parents exists in this life and not in the next.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recover.
She lost forever the last close relative in her life.
Her flesh and blood relatives.
Suddenly, Ye Xiangwan stopped, raised her head suddenly, and asked Aunt Xiang Xiang sternly, "How did my father pass away?!"
Maybe her voice was too shrill, or maybe Aunt Xiang remembered something. When she heard Ye Xiangwan's question, her body trembled involuntarily.
"Awan, what are you talking about? Why do you ask this? Of course your father passed away due to a heart attack!" Aunt Xiang replied cowardly, but her body was moving in the direction of Ye Kuan and Ye Rong calmly.
near.
"No! Dad didn't die of illness! He was killed by someone!" Ye Xiangwan grabbed Aunt Xiang's arm to prevent her from leaving his side.
Her hand was too strong and her grip was so painful that Qi Xiangyun cried out at that time, "Ah Wan, let go, auntie, what's wrong with your child? Let go, you're hurting me!"
"Let go of my mother, do you hear me! Are you crazy? If my father didn't die of illness, how did he die? Do you suspect that my mother did something?" Mother and daughter are heart-to-heart, seeing Aunt Xiang being wronged, Ye Rong
He immediately rushed over and pushed Ye Xiangwan away with a strong palm.
Ye Xiangwan's lower back hit the bedpost hard. The cold and hard touch made her gasp. The pain was so painful that she couldn't speak. She could only stare hard at Aunt Xiang, who cried in her eyes.
She was red and swollen, but there was a wandering look in her eyes, as if she was very guilty.
"I didn't say what your mother did, but my father's death was not caused by a heart attack at all." Ye Xiangwan endured the pain, walked to Ye Zhong, carefully held his hand with both hands, "Heart
When an illness breaks out, the muscles in the patient's body will tighten due to spasm, and the nerves in the hands will twitch, and the fingers should be clenched tightly, and dad..."
Although Ye Zhong's hands were cold, they were still soft and loose. His fingers were spread out flatly, and his palms were clean and intact. No scars caused by nerve spasms could be seen.