Yang Jindou screamed twice in his sleep and woke up directly from the nightmare.
She sat on the bed, panting heavily. Her pajamas were soaked with cold sweat, and she felt cold all over.
Why did she have this dream?
Bingbing?
Bing Bing!
Yang Jindou quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She walked out and pushed open He Bing's door, "Bingbing, mom..."
Yang Jindou's voice stopped suddenly because the room was empty and there was no one.
He Bing is no longer here.
An hour ago, He Bing was holding her on the balcony and telling her - Mom, I love you.
Now, He Bing is gone.
It was only around four o'clock in the morning, and it was pitch dark outside. Yang Jindou felt like she had fallen into an abyss. She knew it was not going to be good, it was really not going to be good.
She ran back to her room, picked up her cell phone, and dialed Zhao Lei's number.
Her fingers kept shaking and she couldn't hold the phone steady.
Soon, the other end of the phone was connected, and Zhao Lei's calm voice came over, "Hey, Auntie, you are calling me so late. Did something happen to Bingbing?"
Sure enough, apart from her, even Zhao Lei felt it.
"Zhao Lei, Bingbing...Bingbing is missing!"
"What? Where did Bingbing go?"
"I...I don't know either..."
"Auntie, don't panic, think carefully, where will Bingbing go so late?"
Yang Jindou thought for a moment and suddenly remembered, "Should Bingbing go...go..."
...
In the cemetery.
The cemetery was very dark in the early morning, but there were street lights on both sides of the road. At this time, a slender figure walked over from a distance. She was wearing a long black dress. Here was He Bing.
Soon, He Bing stopped and looked at the tombstone in front of her, the Tomb of Xiaocheng.
She came to see him.
She has not been here since his death, and this is the first time.
He Bing stood quietly in front of the tombstone, then she raised her little hand and her fingertips landed on the photo of the tombstone, which showed her familiar eyebrows and glances.
She had tried hard to forget him these days. She thought she had succeeded, but now she realized that this was just self-deception. His facial features, his breath... were all deeply imprinted in her mind and heart.
.
She thought that she would never forget this man for the rest of her life.
She tried hard.
She worked really hard.
"Ye Ming," her voice was very soft, as light as a wisp of smoke. She whispered the name that had been sealed during this period, and she raised her red lips, "I have tried tens of thousands of times and billions of times.
I want to forgive you, but...I can't do it, I hate you, and I will never forgive you in this life."
Don't think that you can make up for her with just a few stinky money. She doesn't want any of his money.
She just...wanted to hate him.
Ye Ming in the photo was destined not to give her any response. He Bing slowly squatted down. It was like she was always performing a one-man show with him.
He Bing looked at the sky in the distance, dawn was coming, "Ye Ming, I said, if one day you betray me, I will not let you go, so... I came to find you
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On xx, xx, xx, He Bing committed suicide in front of Ye Ming's grave.
When Mother Yang and Zhao Lei rushed over, He Bing was sitting alone by the dusk. She cut her wrist, and the blood from her right wrist gurgled out, dyeing the tomb bright red.
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