Mo Yi originally thought that she just encountered someone else's despair in life. When she heard the last words about Professor Yuan, she was stunned. She suddenly grabbed the old woman's wrist and said, "Auntie, you mean, above.
Was it Yuan Qingling’s mother who committed suicide?”
It seemed that the old woman had not heard the word Yuan Qingling for a long time. When she heard it, she was startled for a moment, and then she slowly said: "Isn't it true?"
Mo Yi's heart skipped a few beats. Oh my God. Oh my God, Oh my God!
She slapped herself hard. Why did she come here? She should have come a long time ago. If something happened, how could she explain to the Crown Princess?
She pushed forward hard and shouted loudly: "Mother Yuan, don't worry about it, come down. I have something important to tell you, come down quickly."
The building was more than twenty stories high, and there was a lot of noise downstairs. Mo Yi shouted these words at the top of his lungs, but it couldn't be heard at all.
She was so anxious that she was jumping up and down, unable to attract the attention of the person above her.
She saw people coming down the corridor and others going up. Knowing that someone above was trying to persuade her, she hurriedly ran to the door, but a policewoman grabbed her wrist and said, "Miss, you can't go up."
Mo Yi said anxiously: "I want to go up. I can persuade her to come down."
The policewoman looked at her, "Who are you?"
Mo Yi was so anxious that he jumped, "I'm not her, but I know her daughter. Believe me, I can really convince her to come down."
The policewoman said solemnly: "If you are not her family, then I'm sorry. I can't let you go up there. Go quickly and don't hinder the firefighters from rescuing people. They are all up there."
Mo Yi said furiously: "No, let me go up. If you don't go up, it will be too late. Someone will really die. Otherwise, you ask Professor Yuan to come down to see me. I will say a few words to him and give him the things. I am here
There is something that can make her come down."
"What?" the policewoman asked.
"Her daughter's letter!"
"Her daughter is dead." The female police officer was a police officer from a nearby community and knew that Dr. Yuan had died long ago.
Mo Yi patted his head and slapped himself hard, "This is a suicide note. She gave it to me a long time ago. I didn't find it. I was confused and didn't send it to her parents in time. You let me go up.
I'm going to make amends."
She took out a letter from her backpack and waved it in front of the policewoman. The policewoman was dubious, but her life was indeed at stake, so she said, "I'll go up with you. If you do anything to irritate her, I'll take you to prison immediately."
Take it back to the police station."
"Okay, okay, hurry up." Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the policewoman and ran in and pressed the elevator.
Because there was an accident, no one was going up or down the floor, so the elevator arrived quickly.
The elevator goes straight to the top floor, and then takes the last flight of stairs to the rooftop.
There were many people on the rooftop, including firefighters, police, ambulance personnel, and a few family members who seemed to be persuading them. One of them, a middle-aged man with white hair and a white shirt, almost knelt down and was distraught.
He shouted: "Come back, come back quickly, don't scare us..."
Another young man was also kneeling on the ground crying, begging her to come back.
Mother Yuan was sitting on the fence with her feet dangling in the air. She was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her down. She looked very dangerous.
She turned around to face her family, her face covered with tears, her eyes full of reluctance, but she was unwilling to come down.
The firefighter didn't dare to approach her rashly, for fear of irritating her and she would jump off.
Mo Yi quickly raised the letter and shouted: "Mother Yuan, my name is Mo Yi. I just met Yuan Qingling. She asked me to bring you a letter. Please take a look."
Mother Yuan suddenly turned her head to look at her, looking at the letter in her hand. She shook her head with a sad face, put her hands on the fence, and moved.
This movement frightened everyone's hearts to fly out. The firefighter prepared a running posture and almost jumped over. However, Yuan's mother only adjusted her sitting posture and did not jump.
However, Professor Yuan was so frightened that he fainted.
The policewoman was also frightened and dragged Mo Yi away: "Get down and stop yelling here."
Mo Yi was so frightened that he cried and struggled: "Mother Yuan, believe me. Yuan Qingling asked me to deliver the letter. She is not dead. She is really not dead. Why don't you believe me? If you
Jump down, I am really guilty. I should have come to deliver the letter a month ago, but my sister had an operation and I have been taking care of her in the hospital. You can even come down and take a look. You will know the authenticity at a glance. Her handwriting, you
I recognize it."
She kept holding the letter, but the policewoman kept dragging her away. She had no choice but to shout to the young man, "Are you Brother Yuan? Look at this letter. There is also a portrait of her in my backpack, her current portrait."
, the gifts she brought you are all in my backpack."
As she spoke, she dropped her backpack. She couldn't withstand the drag of the female police officer and was dragged down the stairs.
Brother Yuan was kneeling on the ground. Hearing what Mo Yi said and seeing the letter and backpack thrown on the ground, he walked over and picked up the letter. When he saw it, he was shocked, "Oh my God,
He looked at it eagerly and was shocked. After reading it, he opened his backpack. There were several small brocade boxes and a painting inside, which he slowly unfolded.
The man didn't shed tears easily, but he didn't feel sad yet. He looked at the portrait and tears fell down.
Mother Yuan was finally touched, and asked with trembling lips: "Really?"
He unfolded the portrait towards Yuan's mother. On top of the portrait was a couple and three children. The woman's smile, bright eyes and white teeth were her daughters.
Professor Yuan was also pinched awake and slowly walked over to take a look. He couldn't help but burst into tears.
He walked over, with the firefighters protecting him. He stretched out his hand to Yuan's mother, his lips trembling, "Aya, come back."
The wind was so strong that Yuan's mother's clothes bulged up like a bird about to fly down.
This scene is shocking to watch.
But fortunately, she stretched out her hand and handed it to Professor Yuan.
The moment she landed, Professor Yuan hugged her and burst into tears.
The hanging hearts of everyone finally fell to the ground.
Half an hour later, Mo Yi sat on the sofa in the Yuan family's living room.
Her legs were still trembling, and after crying, her eyes were extremely red and swollen.
Everyone in the Yuan family has read the letter and the portrait, but the handwriting is Qing'er's, but what she said in her heart is hard to believe.
Looking at the expectant eyes of the three of them, and hearing Yuan's mother's trembling voice asking if it was true, Mo Yi burst into tears immediately.
She was so scared. If she came one day late, no, even one hour late, something would happen.
She cried for a while, wiped away her tears and said, "I called you yesterday, but you didn't answer. I wanted to tell you yesterday."