Ruge was immersed in the grief of the dean's departure, unable to extricate himself. When the news of Xia Qing's death came, Ruge was struck by a thunderbolt from the blue. His head was about to explode, and his body was in ruins. He was in pain like a ruin, and his whole body was pale. His strength was so cold that his head went down to his feet. His body went limp and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Xue Shao immediately caught Ru Ge's body that was about to fall.
Xue Shao held Ruge's body that was so limp and without any strength in his arms. He frowned deeply and looked at a place in the room with unfocused eyes. A magnetic voice with a deep and astringent voice came out from his throat: "How is Xue Ting?" "The things that made him worried and uncomfortable happened after all.
In Secretary Wu's case, he tried his best to keep Xia Qing's disc. He had seen it. There were three murderers.
When Secretary Wu was prostituted by Li Weitong, he was disgusted by Li Weitong. Li Weitong stabbed Secretary Wu, and Li Weitong left in a hurry. At that time, Secretary Wu was not dead yet [
Then Huo Zhenghui sneaked into the room. She inserted the knife into Secretary Wu's stomach for a few seconds and then walked out carefully.
As for why Huo Zhenghui went to Secretary Wu and the place of his death, Xue Shao guessed that it was because he was dissatisfied with the shameful things Secretary Wu did behind her father's back and damaged her father's reputation and interests.
The last person to enter the room was indeed Xia Qing. After entering, she brought out the knife used to kill Secretary Wu, but there were a few fibers from Huo Zhenghui's clothes on the ground.
She must have wanted to frame Huo Zhenghui but ignored that Huo Zhenghui had the backing and power. Even if she was really guilty, as long as she didn't make it public, Huo Zhenghui would have a way to keep herself safe.
Xue Shao's heart ached when he saw the disc. He didn't want his relatives around him to be hurt, especially Xue Ting. He knew that if something happened to Xia Qing, Xue Ting would be the one who suffered the most.
He spent a lot of brain power in order to keep Xia Qing, but now he still got such a result. Maybe it was deserved. Even with his strength, he still couldn't resist it.
He Jian's head was heavy with pain, "Young Master Ting... he sat next to Xia Qing all night. He didn't move, didn't cry, didn't speak, and looked dull like a wax figure." This was what He Jian saw. He told Xue Ting at that time. Xue Ting didn't hear anything at all. He just looked at Xia Qing, who had her eyes closed tightly and her face was as pale as paper.
Xue Shao's heart ached heavily, and his dark eyes were filled with mist-like mist. He wrapped his arms tighter around Ruge's and used the body heat of each other to comfort the huge loneliness in his heart...
Ruge's eyes were dull and empty, and the whirlpool of sadness was spinning rapidly in her clear eyes. There were no tears because she was in so much pain that she forgot how to cry. Just like Xue Ting, she was so sad that she couldn't even feel the tears...
At the end of summer, it is a season of more than autumn. The wind is not cold yet and people are already desolate.
Xia Qing The sunny days of summer have melted into eternal memories in the scorching sun. Some people are no longer there. Some grief has stained the soul. Some pain will last a lifetime...
In the wave-like cemetery, a group of people wearing black mourning clothes stood sadly in front of two newly erected tombstones.
One of the tombstones has a photo of an old nun who is over 60 years old, and the other is indeed a photo of a young woman.
The woman in the photo is smiling, her eyes full of longing and longing for life, her unruly and wild look, her red lips and white teeth, and her restraint exuding a persistent love, warmed by the sun. Her life should be more exciting and happier, but this moment has not come yet. At the end of her life, her life ended at this most beautiful time
What we are sad about is not the passing of the ruins but the beauty in our hands that we can no longer hold...
Xue Ting looked at the photo on the tombstone and tears finally came out of his eyes. He finally understood how painful Xia Qing's life was in every period after losing her child. She lived in endless grief and strong hatred. She didn't have a day. happy
When the crowd dispersed, Ru Ge, with the support of Xue Shao, looked at Xue Ting, who was still standing there. The look on his face made Ru Ge's heart ache: Xue Ting's face was in a mess, and there was already a depressed green beard on his face. The short hair is a little messy, the bright eyes in the past are now empty and lifeless, the lips are white, and the eyes are full of tears.
The crowd dispersed, but Xue Ting's tall and bleak figure still stood stubbornly in front of the tombstone, looking at the photos on the tombstone for a moment. The wind dried the tears, but the pain in his heart spread even further.
A few dozen meters behind Xue Ting, Hao Xueqian stood quietly at a place that was close enough to wait but not too close, looking at the scene in front of him with his eyes full of melancholy and sadness [
His brows were furrowed, and a deep ravine formed between his brows. The breeze gently blew the hair on his forehead and wet his eyes.
From the moment Xia Qing asked him for help, he saw Xia Qing's attitude of wanting to die, and saw her desolation for her and Xue Ting's desperate love. She turned all the pain into hatred. Only in this way could she Live a normal life like a human being
Hao Xueqian always helps her behind her because he can't pull Xia Qing out of hatred. He can only help her and help her shed blood and tears in the activities of life to keep her alive.
However, the day still came. The woman named Xia Qing was too obsessed with her love and hate. She knew that if she did not die, Xue Ting would not seek another happiness of her own. She made a destructive move for the man she loved deeply. Even if it breaks into pieces...
What hurts Hao Xueqian is that even though he knew it would be such a result, he could not change anything. What he regrets is that he could not replace his beloved woman and embark on a road of no return.
Hao Xueqian's figure disappeared into the wave-like cemetery amid the dark clouds
He stayed in Liuli City entirely for Xia Qing. Now that the person is no longer that kind of person, it makes no sense for him to stay. He wants to go back to his hometown, the place where he and Xia Qing first met and spent the entire high school. At least he can still hold on to the feeling of belonging. their memories
The sky was filled with wind and dark clouds, and it looked like it was going to rain. But Xue Ting still stood there, looking deeply and nostalgically at Xia Qing's bright smile on the tombstone.
"Hua la la..." The heavy rain fell suddenly, soaking Xue Ting's entire body. The water flowed down his forehead and into his mouth. Xue Ting swallowed a mouthful of rain water with difficulty. He slowly moved his body and sat next to Xia Qing's tombstone. He came down and kissed the photo gently, then rested his head on the tombstone.
He let out a long sigh and looked forward with focused eyes as he spoke to Xia Qing.
"Honey, I've read the diary you wrote. You won't blame me for peeking, right?" He smiled bitterly with tears in his eyes.
"I never thought that my cold heart would be deeply warmed by someone. When I meet you in the crowd, even though we have nothing to do with each other, you are worried about me. I love you right now and I am willing to give everything for you." Xue Ting said in a seductive voice. After finishing, she turned around and looked at Xia Qing's photo, "My wife, I didn't expect you to love me so much. If I had known, I would have locked you up tightly and not let you go anywhere. I only allowed you to stay with me. Then you will always be mine." ..." Xue Ting choked.
After taking a breath, Xue Ting continued, "My world has become dark because of that accident, and I no longer have the ability to love." Xue Ting moved her lips, but her eyes were misty in the rain, "Honey, are you talking about our child? Actually, I don't It’s true that the Xue family likes children, and it’s not a pig farm. It’s okay for Brother Shao to have a cub. His child is our child, so we take advantage, don’t we?” Xue Ting saw Xia Qing still smiling brightly, “My wife, you agree. Yes or no"
"That afternoon I saw Lan Ruge and I suffered the same fate. The blood belonging to the child dyed the sunset red. At that moment, my soul awakened. I decided not to be depressed anymore. Hatred has already reached out to me. Huo Zhenghui, you should do it. I have paid the price for the two lives you trampled on." Xue Ting's eyes became sour and she hugged Xia Qing's tombstone and murmured sadly, "My wife, if you have anything to do, you can discuss it with your husband. You don't have to live so hard. I love you more than anything." I love myself more..." Xue Ting couldn't help sobbing because of the words she didn't have time to say.
Some words should have been said a long time ago. How good it would be. It’s not until something happens that I remember what I should do. I never do what I should say. I never say regret. But it’s already beyond my reach.
"When I saw that Xue Ting had a woman, it was the result of my own negligence. At that moment, my heart ached, and I realized how much I care about him. Loving him has become a habit of mine. Whether it is his body or my heart, I want him to be my own when sleeping." The woman is an innocent and simple girl. She gave him her first time just like me. The most important thing is that she loves him very much. My heart is balanced and I wish you all the best. I will quit Xue Ting. You must be happy..."
"I went to see Chao Wanwan today and suddenly found out that she was pregnant. She was Xue Ting's child. She was very afraid of me, but I was so happy that Xue Ting finally had her own child. I was so happy that I accompanied Chao Wanwan to the hospital to give her a safe place. The place was very warm and I forced her to live there because I wanted to protect her..."
"The days are passing by and Huo Zhenghui is still at large. I think it's time to do something. If I say goodbye, I hope it will be a lifetime goodbye..."
Xia Qing's diary made Xue Ting burst into tears and burst into tears. The joints of his hands turned white and he hugged Xia Qing's tombstone tightly. He didn't want to let go. He didn't want to leave her. He didn't want to let her love leave. However, the warmth in his arms became forever. The cold stone will never melt again...