Wei Mingxi did not follow up in the operating room. He looked at Gu Chenghuan worriedly.
In such a sad and desperate moment, she did not cry, not a single tear, and not a desperate howl.
She was like a puppet whose soul had been drained out, looking straight ahead, seemingly fixed on somewhere, but also seemingly not looking at anything.
Wei Mingxi was very worried about her.
I'm not afraid of her crying, or of her getting upset and losing her temper, I'm just afraid of her being like this.
There is nothing greater to mourn than to die!
She didn't respond at all.
"Huanhuan, please speak! I know you are sad, I know, but don't be like this, you can just cry..."
Feng Yu turned around and walked out of the operating room, and saw that the man who had never changed his color no matter what danger he faced, was now panicking like a child and squatting in front of the girl, begging in a low voice. She didn't know why, but she didn't laugh at all.
I couldn't express it, I just felt an indescribable sadness filling my heart.
Wei Jincheng's operation failed and he passed away.
When the news came back to China, Mr. Wei suddenly slumped down in his chair, bursting into tears, and suddenly became ten years older.
Wei Jinrong couldn't help but cover his face and cry bitterly, but he didn't dare to indulge too much for fear of being discovered by Mrs. Wei.
Mrs. Wei is old and cannot bear such a blow.
Wei Jincheng's eldest sister Wei Rong, second sister Wei Qing, and second brother Wei Jinting received the bad news one after another. They all put down their work and rushed to the United States. Wei Jinrong also made arrangements for the family after discussing with Mr. Wei.
After seeing Wei Jincheng for the last time in the morgue, the brothers and sisters hugged each other and cried for a while, then sent the body to the funeral parlor for cremation, and then returned to China with Wei Jincheng's urn to hold a low-key ceremony
But a grand funeral.
Because they didn’t want Old Mrs. Wei to know, Wei Jinrong and his siblings didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. But after all, Wei Jincheng was once the mayor of the capital city and was from the Wei family in the capital city. Many people were unexpected when they learned of his death, and
After knowing the true cause of his death, his old leaders and comrades-in-arms couldn't help but burst into tears. So on the day of the funeral, not only his old leaders, but also his former comrades-in-arms from the army were present.
There are also friends and colleagues who grew up with him, as well as colleagues in the officialdom. In addition, there are also some family friends, friends and colleagues of brother Wei Jinrong, husbands of Wei Rong and Wei Qing, and so on.
It can scare people to death if you take it out, and it immediately attracts the attention of the entire capital.
As the only adopted daughter of Wei Jincheng who died for him, Gu Chenghuan also attracted much attention, but she felt nothing about it.
Since the accident that day, she has not said a word, nor has she closed her eyes for a moment. She stayed there very quietly and numbly. She didn't respond to anyone speaking to her, and she didn't respond to anyone calling her.
Ignore her, she will stand when asked to stand, sit when asked to sit, and lie down when told to lie down. She is very good and obedient, but the more she behaves like this, the more worried the people around her become.
Fei Xin, Wang Lihong, and Wei Mingluan all came to persuade them, but she couldn't hear or see them all. She isolated everyone from the world. Her world was dark and silent, cold and desperate.
, everyone knows it, but no one can break in and pull it out.
She knelt quietly in the mourning hall, wearing mourning clothes and holding the photo frame. She knelt there motionless, like a statue.
Figures in black and white come and go, and time seems to have been deserted.
Until she went up the mountain and watched his urn being buried bit by bit by the soil and about to disappear. She suddenly remembered the scene she had experienced six years ago. The woman who gave birth to her and raised her, from a plump and beautiful young woman, to
In the end, it turned into a skinny dry branch with a yellow face and all its hair. It was burned in a fire in the funeral parlor, leaving only a handful of temperatureless ashes, and was buried in the cold ground. From then on, it was never traced again.
When she turned around and looked back, she could no longer see the familiar figure. When she called loudly, she could no longer hear the gentle response. In the dark night, no matter how she stretched out her hand, she could not touch her.
temperature……
But now, the man who once held her in his hand and loved her like a pearl in his palm is leaving her and will never see her again in this life.
Jincheng Jincheng...
She seemed to see the gentle man walking away step by step. She knew that she would lose him forever, but she didn't want it, she didn't want it...
No - she suddenly exploded, wailing in pain like a wounded beast, broke away from Wei Mingxi's support, and rushed forward with all her strength.
Don't go, don't leave me, don't leave me alone.
Come back, come back, don't leave, don't leave...
Why can't I keep you even though I try so hard?
Why am I so heartbroken, but you still want to leave...
You don’t love me anymore? You don’t want me anymore?
Did I do something wrong? If you want to punish me like this, can I admit my mistake?
I won’t be angry with you anymore, okay? I won’t seduce you anymore, okay? I won’t pester you anymore, okay?
When you come back, I can ask for nothing, I can go far, I can...
Come back, come back...
"Huanhuan."
Wei Mingxi, who was always paying attention to her, didn't even think about hugging her. She struggled and tried her best but couldn't get out of the iron prison. She could only watch the urn being buried bit by bit in front of her eyes, becoming
A small grave bag.
Can never be found again.
"ah--"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the earth red. She felt that her eyes were filled with darkness. There was no more light, no more warmth, and no place worth remembering.
She fainted.
The tears became a majestic sea and surged down.
"Huanhuan, Huanhuan!"
Feeling that the delicate body in her arms softened instantly, Wei Mingxi's handsome face turned pale in horror.
The few spots of red on her lips were so bright and eye-catching, like a fire, it burned his heart almost to ashes.
"Doctor, doctor!"
He could no longer care about anything else, picked her up, turned around and rushed down the mountain.
One day, two days, three days, in the blink of an eye, a week passed, and Gu Chenghuan still hadn't woken up.
She was lying on a snow-white hospital bed. If her chest hadn't been rising and falling slightly, one would have thought she was dead.
She has been comatose for a week.
Yes, lethargic.
That day Wei Mingxi rushed her to the hospital for emergency treatment. The doctor said that she had a miscarriage and then extracted the bone marrow. Not only was she unable to recover well after the operation, she also suffered severe liver and lung injuries due to love, so she vomited blood. But will she wake up?
?Then maybe.
Because logically speaking, she should have woken up a long time ago, but she has been unconscious. It is probably not a physical problem, but a will problem.
Maybe she felt that there was nothing left to miss in this world, so she would rather be immersed in the darkness than wake up and face it.
Upon hearing such news, everyone fell silent.
Diseases are easy to treat, but heart diseases are difficult to cure.