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The cold winter in December is sad and desolate.
Light snowflakes floated in the sky, dyeing the whole city white. The black crowd surged like a flood, blocking the entire bustling Fuji Street. From the street to the end, there was a uniform flow of black people, with white flowers on their chests.
, the biting cold wind blew, no one shivered, and the straight spine did not bend.
In front, Mo Xicheng was holding the portrait of Grandpa Mo. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and now she could not see any expression. Her eyes were looking into the distance, as if watching a person gradually go away.
Grandpa, go on your way. I will give you another ride. Remember that you will be my grandpa in the next life.
The snow fell heavily, covering the sky, and her hair was covered with snow-white flowers. The moment they touched her body, they melted and disappeared...
In the Taiping Garden, people there had already been waiting for them to come, take over Grandpa Mo’s ashes, and bury them.
Mo Xicheng leaned helplessly in Xi Ziyan's arms, and no one could erase that despair.
After Grandpa Mo's monument was erected, the crowd behind him began to lay flowers and bow one by one. People who walked by the tomb could often be seen wiping their tears.
When Ming Xuanye paid homage, he actually had a cold smile on his lips, which completely chilled Mo Xicheng's heart. That was her grandfather, how could he do this.
"Grandpa, please go away!" These were originally very sad words, but when he said them, they seemed a little more manageable.
Li Liehan, Ji Wuche, and Bing Ruan Xi looked at this arrogant guy. If today was not the day when Grandpa Mo was buried, they would definitely beat this boy up!
There was a wry smile on Mo Xicheng's lips, "Grandpa, you are still humiliated like this even when you leave. Now I can't vent any anger, but I will definitely get back today's hatred and the hatred from the past!"
There were many wreaths placed in front of Grandpa Mo's grave, and the entire grave was covered with yellow chrysanthemums. This touch of yellow looked particularly dazzling in the white world.
Mo Xicheng slowly walked to Grandpa Mo's monument and ran her fingers across Grandpa Mo's photo on the monument.
"Grandpa, go away well. Mom, dad, and I will come to see you often." She didn't cry today, and she will never cry again. Even if she is pretending to be strong, even if it is for others to see, don't
Crying. She just said to herself, "Grandpa, I will be strong and I will send you off with a smile."
After a long time, she finally raised her head with a smile on her face.
Her smile made everyone feel heartbroken. That's how she was, she could torture the person she wanted to torture to the point of no return without a word.
"嫊嫊." Xi Ziyan hugged her, mother and daughter knelt in front of Grandpa Mo's grave.
The snowflakes are floating, floating, and the white snowflakes are even more desolate, as if they are seeing off Grandpa Mo again.
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and after all, grandpa couldn't accompany her through the last day of the year.
Mo Xicheng looked up at the sky filled with snowflakes. The slowly falling snowflakes were like the remains of life, abandoned by the world. The helpless whereabouts fell to the ground and turned into water droplets, disappearing from then on.
One person in the crowd had retreated unknowingly and disappeared into the crowd.
The black stretched Lincoln disappeared into the snowflakes flying in the sky, as unbridled as the wind, and the shadow of the car was like an iceberg, ruthlessly shattering everyone's hopes.
The sky gradually darkened.
"Hengcheng, let's go back." Bing Ruan Xi couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't watch her go on like this. His heart's endurance was limited.
Mo Xicheng knelt in front of Grandpa Mo's grave all afternoon. The snow on her knees had been melted by her body temperature. Her body, which was originally cold, now seemed to be dead and without any warmth. Her cold body was colder than the iceberg.
It was even colder, her lips turned purple from the cold and could no longer move.
"嫫嫫!" Seeing her like this, everyone panicked and hurriedly gathered around to hug her. Xi Ziyan kept rubbing her hands, hoping to restore her body temperature.
Li Liehan and the others wrapped all their clothes around her body. This stubborn little princess did not react at all despite being protected by everyone's love.
"Chengcheng, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mommy...Chengcheng, baby..." Xi Ziyan looked at his beloved daughter who was frozen and motionless, with no trace of warmth in her body.
They passed through the dense crowd, and the crowd automatically made a way for them. The red car rushed towards the hospital like flying.
"Chengcheng, listen to what mommy said, mommy and daddy have lost grandpa and can no longer live without you. Baby, you must not sleep, baby..." Xi Ziyan kept holding her in her mouth with tears in her eyes,
The other side kept rubbing her body, trying to give her some intuition. Everyone in the car kept rubbing her body.
Her body temperature did not improve at all.
Ji Wuche was driving like crazy, and the car was driving like a rocket.
"Hurry, hurry up!" When they arrived at the hospital, they shouted at the doctors and nurses!
Mo Xicheng was pushed into the emergency room. Her body was covered with needles and thin tubes. The doctor used high voltage to electrocute her. Her body was electrified, but there was no response. Time and time again, sound after sound.
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The people outside the door were waiting anxiously, and they were restless.
"Husband, if something happens to Changcheng, I won't be able to survive." Xi Ziyan looked at the emergency room.
"It's going to be okay. There will be nothing going on with Changcheng. Let's pray for Changcheng." Daddy Mo hugged Xi Ziyan. In the most difficult time, he should have been strong enough to lead her through it, but
He had just lost his father and now his daughter's life and death were uncertain. He couldn't help but pretend to be strong.
He raised his head and looked at the ceiling to prevent his tears from falling. He told himself over and over again in his heart not to be discouraged. What would they do if he was discouraged? He believed that his daughter would be fine.
Everyone was praying silently for Mo Xicheng.
Li Liehan, Bing Ruan Xi, Ji Wuche, Yu Lu, Hua Chumei, the two elders of the Hua family.
Even the students of Shengying rushed to the hospital and sincerely prayed for her when they heard that Sister Dao Shengying was in critical condition.
It was a touching scene that made everyone in the hospital shed tears. The people in the emergency room were burdened with the hopes of thousands of people, and they warned themselves under tremendous pressure not to let these people down.
At this time, Li Liehan, Bing Ruanxi and Ji Wuche's mobile phones rang at the same time, and the same voice came from their mobile phones: "You have no chance! Today, let me end you! Hahaha
..." A sinister laugh came, and the man hung up the phone.
"Ming Xuan Ye!"
The three people shouted at the same time! Their eyes were wide open, how could they forget the existence of their friend Mingxuan Ye! The three people ran out immediately without thinking. As Daddy Mo watched them leave, he knew that the chance of them coming back alive was slim.
Chengcheng, you still have unfinished missions, wake up quickly.