"Moqin——" Su Mozheng's eyes widened, and she quickly rushed to the edge of the attic. She stretched her arms down, and before she had time to catch her slowly falling body——"Bang——" there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
, splashing dust all over the ground, and blood splashing everywhere.
Accompanied by bursts of exclamations from the people below, this autumn seems to have stopped at this moment.
After all, she still did not fall on that life mat. Once a person has the thought of death, nothing can stop him.
The wind on the top floor was blowing loudly, and it seemed to become more violent in an instant.
What is caught in the hand is only air. Underneath, the white wedding dress blooms like a waterfall, slowly dyed red by blood, and blooms into the most brilliant flowers.
"Moqin!!!" The heart-wrenching shouts lingered on the attic.
This autumn, it is not yet late autumn, and the fallen leaves are already falling one after another; this autumn, it is not yet late autumn, Su Moqin committed suicide by jumping off the building; this autumn, it is not yet late autumn, and there are still four or five days before her 22nd birthday, Su Moqin,
passed away.
This young life disappeared from this world in the blink of an eye, and went to heaven with the love for his lover.
Late at night, the stars are dotted and the dark sky seems to be shrouded in a black hole.
The lights in Su's house are bright, and every room is filled with crystal lamps that are shining brightly, as if they are shining brightly. This part of the land seems to be lighting up that part of the mourning hall.
The door of Su's house is open to both sides. Looking in, there is a crystal coffin in the hall.
Su Mozheng knelt on the ground in front of the coffin. She was still wearing the same set of clothes she had worn in the morning, but now they were already dirty, with mottled blood clots etched on her clothes, making her look embarrassed and strange.
The sound of choking came from the other end of the hall, and along with Su Mozheng's undulating back, petite figure, and fragile body, people felt a sense of pity.
Su Moqin's pure white wedding dress in the crystal coffin had been stained red with blood. At this moment, she closed her eyes tightly, her dark eyelashes hanging on her eyelids, and she slept quietly in the coffin, having lost her breath.
Lost any trace of life.
He jumped from a rooftop dozens of meters high and died immediately. When he landed, his blood burst and his brains burst out. He died miserably and embarrassingly.
It took Su Mozheng a long time to wash away the blood on her face, neck, and back of her hands. She washed and wiped it over and over again, hoping for a miracle or resurrection from the dead, but it was all delusion.
Her tears had stopped crying, and there were still undried tears on her cheeks. Her expression was numb, neither smiling nor crying. It was numb and heartbreaking.
It was as if she was kneeling here, and her soul had been drained away with Mo Qin's departure.
A black car came from the night and slowly stopped in front of the Su residence. It came silently and opened the door, still silently. Jin Zun got out of the car and walked very lightly.
He looked directly at the straight back, and slowly clenched his fists on his sides. How long would she want to guard Su Moqin's body!?
Thinking this, he had already stepped forward, pulled her up while she was kneeling on the ground, and shouted angrily: "Su Mozheng, wake up, your sister is dead, Su Moqin is dead,
How long are you going to keep guarding her body, eh!?"
She knelt on the ground for too long. When he pulled her, she lost her center of gravity and fell into his arms without any precautions. Jin Zun grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look up at him.
Her body stiffened, and then she slowly raised her head and glanced at the silhouette in front of her.
Her eyes were unwavering, even calm, as she looked at him, "You are talking nonsense!" Every word seemed to come from the bottom of one's heart.
"I'm talking nonsense!" Jin Zun was so angry that he almost exploded. He held her shoulders even harder, "Su Mozheng, wake up, wake up! Your sister is dead, she is already dead."
Well, you didn’t let her rest in peace, and you still put her body here. Do you want her to die in peace!?"
After scolding, Su Mozheng raised her head with scarlet eyes, raised her hand and hit Jin Zun, "I told you, tell you to talk nonsense!?" Her palm was fierce, and her white jade-like palm quickly fell on half of Jin Zun's cheek.
superior.
‘Pa—’ Jin Zun was hit by her and turned his face away.
There was pain on his cheek, and he was sure it was not a dream. Jin Zun slowly turned his head, almost in disbelief, "You dare to hit me!?"
"Get out!" Su Mozheng pointed at the door, her voice calm.
"Su Mozheng..."
He shouted hesitantly, but unexpectedly she said again: "Get out!" She pointed her index finger at the door, without glancing at him, as if she was disgusted by just looking at him.
"Su Mozheng!" The voice increased in intensity.
She turned around dejectedly, walked step by step to the crystal coffin, stretched out her jade-like fingers and touched the cold cheek of her sister in the coffin. It was ice-cold, cold, without temperature, and lifeless.
There were waves in her eyes again, and the voice was sharp and compelling towards Jin Zun, "Jin Zun, I don't want to see you now, and I believe my sister doesn't want to see you either, so get out of here!
"
"From this moment on, I don't want to see you in front of me again!" She gritted her teeth, as powerfully as if she had swallowed blood.
Those words were like the wind blowing, and they fell into the latter's ears, leaving only a bone-chilling feeling, "You just... hate me so much?"
"Without you, my sister would not be on the path she is today; without you, our family would be the same as before; without you, my sister would not be lying in this cold coffin!" she wrote.
She looked at him, her eyes almost like arrows, shooting into his pupils, causing a stinging pain.
"Jin Zun, from now on, I don't want to see you again..."
Her chest rose and fell violently, filled with pain, helplessness and hatred, "Don't force me... don't force me, I hate you..."
The wind blew in from all directions, and the curtains fluttered. In the darkness of the night, his back was stiff, and he could almost hear the cracking sound of bones cracking in his clenched fists.
She stared intently, her dark eyes no longer as soft as before, but filled with coldness. The crystal light shone on her face, making it dazzling.
"As you wish!" Under that look, Jin Zun's heart ached. No longer daring to look at her, no longer daring to look at such hurtful eyes, he turned around without hesitation and strode out of the door.
.
Open the door, start the engine, step on the accelerator, it's a mess and confusion.
In the billowing dust and smoke, the Mercedes-Benz body passed through a few wisps of exhaust and then disappeared into the night.
This time, the little white rabbit finally transformed. This time, he ran away in such a miserable state.
The wind stirred the shadows of the trees, and there were many dark shadows. The hall, the crystal lanterns, and the woman in clothes covered in blood, looked coldly at the figure of the man leaving the car, her eyes unmoved, numb and indifferent.