Chu Xiaochen walked along the sidewalk in a daze, and all he could think about over and over in his mind was Luo Jun.
In the darkness of the desert, his warm and reassuring voice.
Under the quilt, he put her cold palm on his chest.
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Twenty million bought her graduation, Lele's life, and even her life was saved by him. How should she repay so many debts of gratitude?
Turning around, she walked to the railing beside the bridge. She raised her hand and put it on the railing, looking blankly at the river below.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the figure of an old man falling down in the park. She straightened up suddenly, turned around and rushed up the steps.
Running down the steps and across the grass to the old man, Chu Xiaochen raised her hand to hold his arm.
"Uncle, how are you?"
The old man raised his palm with difficulty, "Medicine...medicine...pocket..."
Chu Xiaochen hurriedly put her hand into his coat pocket, and sure enough she took out a medicine bottle. After taking a look at it, she quickly took out a few pills and put them in the old man's mouth.
Hold the other person's shoulder with one hand, and rub the other person's chest with the other hand.
The other party's condition was obviously a sign of a heart attack. She had learned simple first aid in an activity organized by the school.
With her help and the effect of the medicine, the old man's blue face finally recovered slowly, and his breathing gradually became even.
Seeing that the other party's condition was improving, Chu Xiaochen helped him up, sat on a wooden chair not far away, and carefully dusted off the wood dust on his body.
"Uncle, are you feeling better?"
"Much better, thank you, little girl."
The old man took a deep breath and raised his face to look at her gratefully. Because running just now was in the way, Chu Xiaochen had taken off his glasses and saw her face clearly. Shock suddenly appeared in the old man's eyes.
"That's good." Chu Xiaochen straightened up, "Do you want me to call your family or take you back?"
"No, my people will be back soon." The old man came back to his senses, "Little girl, tell me, what is your name?"
"Don't ask, just have a good rest and go home."
Knowing that the old man wanted to thank her, Chu Xiaochen waved his hand and quickly left the park.
It was just a matter of raising her hand. Since the other party's family was coming soon, there was no need for her to stay.
Not long after Chu Xiaochen left, a man about forty years old came from a distance, came to the old man's side, and respectfully presented a bouquet of chrysanthemums in his hand to the old man.
"Chairman, the flowers you asked for."
The old man took the bouquet, straightened up with his cane, raised his hand to signal the other party not to follow him, then walked slowly to the foot of the bridge and placed the bouquet of flowers by the bridge pier.
"Yu Rou, dad is here to see you." The old man straightened up and sighed, "I'm sorry, it was dad who was too stubborn back then that caused you and Chu Qiao..."
At this point, the old man's tone was already choked with sobs.
Taking off his glasses and wiping them with a handkerchief, the old man slowly bent down and bowed three times to the bouquet, "The girl just now looks very similar to you, Yurou, you must have arranged this deliberately. Did you want to
Tell dad, have you forgiven me?"
No one answered, and cars roared past on the bridge.
Under the bridge, the river flows quietly.
No one knows that twenty years ago, a couple died in a car accident here, and no one knows that every year on this day, this old man comes here to send a bouquet of flowers.
