The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

"Weier!! My daughter——!"

Mother Ye threw herself forward and cried, causing the whole scene to sob.

Who can not feel sorry for such a girl?

Tang Jiao covered his mouth and finally shed tears again.

Xiao Jingchuan was wearing a pure black suit, standing beside her holding a black umbrella, and silently put his arms around the girl's slender shoulders.

My classmates, teachers from the hospital, familiar nurse sisters, Qi Dongyang, Qin Li, etc. all came.

Standing in the drizzle with an umbrella, I sent this precious girl off for the last journey.

The moment the black coffin was lifted.

Ma Tianxi's whole body was tense, his teeth almost bled from biting down, and his muscles twisted his bones, making a creaking sound.

In the end, he didn't move.

He just followed the deep and solemn black with his eyes, and the blood in his palm dripped drop by drop into the rain that fell harder and harder, leaving no trace.

After the farewell ceremony, Ye's father and Ye's mother followed Ye Xuewei's coffin back to the funeral home, and the crowd gradually dispersed and headed to the condolence hall.

Xiao Jingchuan held an umbrella, held Tang Jiao's shoulders and walked inside.

Suddenly, his steps stopped.

Turning around slightly, his cold gaze crossed the black umbrella and glanced back.

"what happened?"

Tang Jiao followed him back.

There are many people, all black with umbrellas.

Xiao Jingchuan retracted his eyes, wrapped his arms around Tang Jiao's cold body, and said softly: "It's nothing, go in, your body is already cold."

Ma Tianxi stood alone in the heavy rain, his hair wet and sticking tightly to his forehead.

The vast emptiness of the sky and the earth completely enveloped him.

The heavy rain hitting the head suddenly stopped and turned into a muffled sound.

A black umbrella was held above his head.

Ma Tianxi looked down at the wet white canvas shoes parked in front of him, his pupils trembled slightly, and he quickly raised his head.

The next second, the light that had just appeared in his eyes was completely extinguished, and he was silent.

"Condolences."

Sayuri held an umbrella and stood in front of the lost Ma Tianxi.

After being separated for several months, I never expected that it would be like this when we meet again.

She was the one who initiated the breakup in the first place. Although she was very happy to be with Ma Tianxi, she could see that the other person's heart belonged to someone else.

On the day of the breakup, Ma Tianxi didn't seem to be too surprised and didn't try to hold her back. He was still able to invite her to a breakup dinner in a cool manner.

Only when the two were about to leave after the meal, Sayuri advised him to recognize his heart and not have any regrets, and his expression changed.

It's a pity, I didn't expect...

It can only be said to be a trick of good fortune.

The two were silent relative to each other.

Ma Tianxi's eyes completely collapsed, as if his soul had dissipated with the passing of Ye Xuewei.

Under the vast curtain of rain, sight and hearing are obscured.

Not far behind the two people, a black umbrella stopped for a long time before slowly leaving.

The only sliver of white under the black umbrella flickered as the man walked.

Ye Xuewei's death was like a sudden rain, making people wet and cold to the bone, leaving behind the long and increasingly cold autumn in Jingzhou.

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"Aqiu~!"

Tang Jiao sneezed and rubbed his nose.

I woke up this morning and felt that the weather was cool and comfortable. I didn't wear a small coat because of the cold weather. It was just after noon and the temperature had dropped sharply.

She took advantage of her free time and walked to the automatic coffee vending machine to buy another cup of hot coffee.

The fragrant coffee emitted hot white smoke and poured into the paper cup.

Tang Jiao folded his arms and leaned to the side, looking a little dazed.

The person who used to have a cup of coffee with her was no longer there.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Xuewei has been gone for more than a month.

Life is back on track.

Tang Jiao picked up the coffee, took a slow sip, and sighed softly.

"Xuewei, today's coffee is not bad."

Tang Jiao regained his composure, holding a hot coffee cup in both hands, adding a little more heat, and walked back.

Xiao Jingchuan came to pick her up after get off work today.

Tang Jiao wanted to visit Ye Xuewei's grandfather, so Xiao Jingchuan accompanied her there.

Fu Mao Market is still very lively.

The two parked the car outside, and Tang Jiao led Xiao Jingchuan along the alley where Ye Xuewei took her in before.

Grandpa Ye's medicine shop is still open, and the old man with white hair and white beard is lying on the bamboo and rattan chair in front of the door.

He looked thinner and older than the last time we saw him.

The transparent bags of medicinal materials displayed outside the shop were more casual and messy than usual.

Tang Jiao glanced at Xiao Jingchuan, took two steps forward, and spoke loudly to the old man whose eyes were slightly closed.

"Grandpa Ye!"

The old man reacted slowly and opened his eyes, and said tremblingly: "Xue, Xuewei..."

His eyes, which were usually full of energy, were actually dull.

Tang Jiao's nose suddenly sore, and he quickly turned his face away, wiped his eyes, and then turned back.

"Grandpa Ye! It's me! Tang Jiao!"

"Oh... little girl..."

The old man stood up slowly, and Tang Jiao stepped forward to help him.

Xiao Jingchuan took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to firmly support the old man's body, and helped him sit up.

"You, you are-?"

Tang Jiao knelt down and said loudly: "Grandpa Ye, he is my husband, let's come to see you."

"Oh...okay, okay."

The old man sat and nodded slowly, looking at Tang Jiao with uncontrollable sadness in his eyes on his wrinkled face.

It was like looking at her granddaughter who was similar to her through Tang Jiao.

Also, how can you hide the death of your beloved granddaughter from the elderly?

Ye Xuewei didn't go to the drug store for six days, and the old man realized something was wrong.

Ye Qiguang and Lu Li could only bear the pain and say that their child died in an accident, and did not dare to reveal any details.

Tang Jiao brought fruit milk and supplements to the old man, and told him to pay attention to his health.

The originally cheerful and talkative old man with a deaf ear now reacted much slower and just looked at Tang Jiao and nodded in response.

Tang Jiao and Xiao Jingchuan stayed for more than an hour and had dinner with the old man.

When he was about to leave, Old Man Ye suddenly took Tang Jiao's hand and asked her to wait.

Turn around and slowly walk to the counter, where there is a whole wall of mahogany Chinese medicine cabinets.

The stooped old man with white hair stretched out his thin hand and opened a small drawer in the corner.

Tang Jiao saw that the metal nameplate on the drawer door was not engraved with the scientific name of any medicinal material, but "Xuewei".

Grandpa Ye took out a slim A6-size book from it. The cover was made of a yellowish color like an old medical book.

The book was so thick that it almost burst, and it was tied with a thin hemp rope.

"Grandpa Ye, this is Xuewei's..."

Tang Jiao looked at the book handed to him.

A cluster of snowweed flowers was painted on the cover with a brush.

"Little girl, help the old man and give this to Ma Boy."

Tang Jiao caught it blankly, "...are you talking about Ma Tianxi?"

The thin old man slowly stroked his long and sparse white beard, nodded, then turned back to the house with his hands behind his back and trembling steps.

"Let's go, it's getting dark, and the little girl needs to go home early."