Zhao Lei looked at the girl. The bright red blood was dripping down, making her oval face pale. He suddenly realized that his tone just now was too harsh, "Bingbing, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be mean to you. I
I was just too impatient..."
He Bing shook his head gently, "I'm fine."
"Is it really okay?"
"I won't see you off anymore. I'm a little tired, so I'll go back first." He Bing turned around and left.
Zhao Lei stood there and watched He Bing's disappearing figure for a long time.
...
In the middle of the night, Yang Jindou suddenly woke up. She felt very thirsty, so she walked out of the room to get some water.
When she passed by the door of He Bing's room, she found that the lights inside were still on. It was two or three in the morning, and He Bing was still not asleep?
Yang Jindou reached out and pushed open the door to the room.
There was silence in the room, with a dim light shining inside. He Bing leaned lightly on the balcony, holding himself with two slim arms, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Bingbing." Yang Jindou called out.
He Bing didn't respond and seemed not to hear.
Yang Jindou was a little flustered because He Bing had been too quiet since Xiao Cheng's death. She always felt that if she remained silent, she would explode in silence.
Yang Jindou stepped forward and called out again, "Bingbing."
Only then did He Bing come to her senses. She turned to look at Yang Jindou, "Oh, Mom, why are you here?"
"Bingbing, what are you thinking about? It's already early in the morning, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Yang Jindou asked nervously and concerned.
"Mom, I can't sleep. Go to sleep. I'm fine."
The more she said this, the more uneasy Yang Jindou felt, "Bingbing, you and Zhao Lei are going to get married soon. Are you nervous because you are going to be a bride?"
He Bing did not answer the question. She slowly stretched out her little hand and hugged Yang Jindou, "Mom."
She called out softly, coquettishly like a little girl.
Yang Jindou knew her daughter's character very well. She was definitely not the kind of person who would act like a spoiled child. "Bingbing, what's wrong with you? If you have anything on your mind, tell your mother. You make her feel very uneasy."
"Your father is gone. You are my mother's only relative in this world. If anything happens to you, my mother won't want to live anymore."
Yang Jindou's eyes were red.
He Bing hugged Yang Jindou tightly. She remained taciturn. Her slender feathers slowly dropped down. After a long time, she whispered softly, "Mom, I have worked very hard."
Mom, I have worked very hard.
This sentence made Yang Jindou feel a pain in her heart. She raised her hand and stroked her daughter's hair, "Bingbing, since...he died, you haven't shed a single tear. If you want to cry, then cry loudly."
, Mom will stay with you."
Cry?
He Bing felt that her eyes were dry and there was nothing inside. She didn't want to cry, and she couldn't cry at all.
"Mom, did I never tell you?"
"What?"
"Mom, I love you. Over the years, like my father, I have always loved you deeply. No one can replace you. Although you have left us, your place beside us has always been reserved for you. Mom, I
Love you."
...
Yang Jindou had a nightmare. She dreamed of He Bing. In the dream, He Bing hugged her tightly and said to her, "Mom, I love you, but I'm sorry, I have to leave."
She held He Bing tightly, "Bingbing, where are you going? It's so dark at night. Where are you going alone? Tell mom quickly."
He Bing just smiled, "Mom, I've tried very hard, but... it still doesn't work..."
Yang Jindou's heart kept sinking, and she instantly sank to the bottom. She desperately grabbed He Bing, but He Bing still slipped away from her hand.