No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

A shrill cry.

Mrs. He hugged the child and ran quickly downstairs. She cried and called her Ammo.

"Amo! Amo!"

"Amo! It's not you! It must not be you."

……

People all around looked at her, looking at this beautiful woman, feeling that she was going crazy or breaking into pieces. The woman's shoes were gone, and the baby in her arms kept crying.

The atrium on the first floor, in the center of the flower garden.

A slender body fell in the middle, with its limbs resting on the cement table and covered in blood. He lost his eyes, there was no light in his eyes, and he just stared at the seemingly bright sky.

It's dawn, but He Mo sleeps forever.

"Ammo."

Mrs. He's voice rang out from the crowd.

She pushed aside the people gathered to watch and walked up to the man.

She looked straight at the man, and she could tell at a glance that this was her Amo, because her Amo always liked to wear a white shirt and a half-worn broad-shouldered suit. He said that men don't need to be too dressy. , her Amo said that if you have spare money, it is better to leave it to your wife and daughter. The wife and daughter should dress up beautifully.

"Ammo!"

Mrs. He knelt in front of the man. She stretched out her palms and touched her husband's face tremblingly. Her tears fell and hit the dead man's cheek...

Drop by drop.

She showed an ugly smile and asked him: "Why are you so stupid! Why do you do this! Ah Mo... what will happen to He Huan and I if you leave? What will we do?"

"Ah Mo, do you blame me?"

"You blame me for taking his money, deceiving you, and marrying you, right?"

"Ah Mo, why don't you give in! Ah Mo, why don't you be a little confused? It doesn't matter if you live a confused life... Ah Mo, many people live their lives in confusion like this, and they believe it even when they are confused. "

She knelt on the ground and confessed.

But her Amo could no longer be heard.

In the pocket of his coat, there was a bloody suicide note, written to her by name——

[Jingyi, please forgive my weakness. 】

[I know you will blame me after I die. Why don't you just make do with it? Why don't you be a little more confused... People will be happier if they are a little more confused. Jingyi, I understand all these principles, but I no longer know how to live. 】

[I put all the bankbooks and cash at home in the safe. The password is xxxxxx, which is your birthday. This money is enough for you to raise He Huan. 】

[My parents, I have made appropriate arrangements. 】

[Jingyi, find a good man to marry! 】

……

Mrs. He knelt on the ground and read the few words her husband left for her.

She murmured to herself: "Ah Mo, you arranged everything, but you arranged this ending for yourself... Actually, you still blame me, blame me for lying, blame me for not really loving you."

She hugged her little daughter beside her.

She kissed the baby's soft cheek and then put the baby aside. The baby seemed to have predicted something and started crying...

Mrs. He stood up slowly, her legs under her skirt couldn't help but tremble.

She looked at her Amo for the last time,

Tears fell down.

She whispered softly: "Amo, I'm coming!" After saying this, she slammed into the stone pillar on the side.

Like a moth to the flame, like a burning fire.

A few streaks of bright red blood slowly trickled down from her forehead. Her eyes were blurred, and her body slowly fell down, but she still held herself up and walked a few steps staggeringly. She walked to her Next to Ah Mo... when she suddenly fell to the ground, her fingers stained with blood gently held He Mo's hand.

[Ahmo, we are together forever. 】

……

All around, there was silence.

When Zhang Ma rushed over, there were sighs all around.

Zhang Ma had a bad premonition.

She pushed aside the crowd and approached. When she saw He Mo and Mrs. He lying in a pool of blood, she couldn't hold it back for a moment, her knees went weak and she knelt on the ground.

She stared at the young couple in front of her and kept saying: "It's Mr. He and Mrs. He! It's Mr. He and Mrs. He."

Beside, the little baby waved his little hands and cried loudly.

Mother Zhang gently picked up the baby and burst into tears: "I recognize this jade piece. This is the daughter of Mr. He and Mrs. He!"

Zhang Ma was filled with grief.

She held the baby in her arms and said in a trembling voice: "Good child, kowtow to your parents. From now on... you will never see them again."

All around, the onlookers were talking a lot.

【Pitiful! There are still people who die for love these days. 】

[It would be great if someone could adopt the child. 】

……

Meng Yan came over, and Secretary Jin carefully supported her.

Meng Yan's eyes were covered with gauze.

She approached gropingly, and a path quickly opened up around her. Meng Yan listened and said, "Secretary Jin, I heard the cry of a child. Look, is it Mrs. He's child?"

Secretary Jin saw the tragic situation of He Mo and Mrs. He.

The scene is blocked!

With tears in her eyes, she said softly: "It's Mrs. He's child. Now Zhang is holding it in her hands and taking care of it. Madam, please don't worry."

Meng Yan hesitated, then she asked: "Ma Zhang is taking care of the children, but where is Mrs. He? And where is He Mo? Have you found He Mo?"

Zhang’s mother got up holding her baby in her arms.

She ran to Meng Yan and asked Meng Yan to touch the baby's warm palm. Zhang's mother burst into tears: "Madam, Mr. He and Mrs. He... are both gone! This poor child is left behind. "

Meng Yan stayed for a long time.

He Mo and his wife are no longer here...

Her hands began to fumble, and her voice sounded calm, but in fact it was extremely tense. She asked: "Where are they? Where are they? I want to see them! Zhang Ma, Secretary Jin... tell me, He Mo and Where is Mrs. He?"

Secretary Jin tried his best to suppress his emotions: "The cordon has been set up at the scene!"

She didn't want Meng Yan to go there.

She didn't want Meng Yan to be too sad. Meng Yan was too involved with He Mo... the future would not be easy.

But Meng Yan didn't care.

She insisted on seeing He Mo and Mrs. He.

In Xiangshi, Secretary Jin has many connections and methods.

For a moment, Meng Yan half-knelt in front of He Mo and Mrs. He.

She couldn't see, she could only touch.

She had been timid since she was a child, and she didn't dare to look at a dead chicken, but now she gently touched He Mo's face and touched Mrs. He's body. She touched He Mo's eyes, she touched Mrs. He's bloody forehead, she touched their spread hands...

Meng Yan shed tears.

She whispered softly: "He Mo! He Mo! Why do you insist on those days? Things have passed so long ago. Now you have a wife and a lovely little daughter... Why do you still want to give me your corneas?"

He Mo He Mo,

How can I let go of your life?

My eyes carry two lives.