After rebirth, my childhood friend became a clingy person

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Jiang Yannan returned to the bedroom anxiously. The woman was lying quietly on the bed with a peaceful expression and even a hint of a smile on her face!

His heart was filled with tenderness, and he reached out his hand to touch her face, but it felt cold.

He felt inexplicably uneasy, and his big, bony palm grasped the hand on the quilt again. His fingers, which were usually soft and slender, had become ice-cold at this moment...

Jiang Yannan's face changed drastically. He touched her body again, and his touch was also extremely cold, not like the temperature a normal person should have.

At this moment, Jiang Yannan was no longer as calm and composed as usual. He was picked up by someone and ran out at full speed.

But he felt his legs were weakening and he couldn't run fast. His heart was beating rapidly, as if it was trying to break out of his chest...

His hands were shaking constantly, and he tried to start the car several times but it didn't start. He had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​driving and ran to the next door and knocked on the door urgently.

The neighbor next door opened the door unhappily.

In the dead of night, Jiang Yannan didn't care about the angry looks of others and just begged him to help send his wife to the hospital.

At this time, the neighbor realized that the usually calm and indifferent man was only wearing pajamas, with only one shoe left on his feet, and was trembling all over like a helpless child. He thought something big must have happened, and the unhappiness in his heart immediately disappeared. He casually put on his coat, drove the car, and sent them to the hospital!

Jiang Yannan didn't even have time to say thank you, he just rushed to the hospital carrying the woman.

"Doctor, come and save my wife..." The man's voice was hoarse and sharp with exhaustion.

When the doctor in the emergency room heard the noise, he immediately pushed the ambulance over, put the person on the car, and quickly pushed the person into the emergency room.

But after a while, the door opened and the doctor came out.

"Sir, I'm sorry, your wife has alcohol poisoning and has stopped breathing a long time ago. There is no need to rescue her. You should prepare for her funeral as soon as possible..."

Before the doctor finished speaking, the man ran up and grabbed his arm: "Impossible, impossible, she called me at night, I beg you to save her, you can definitely save her..."

The usually reserved and aloof man had already lost his mind at this moment, his body in a state of disgrace, his eyes full of despair! He couldn't believe it, how could the person who called him at night just disappear like that?

He really couldn't accept it...

He held the doctor's collar tightly and refused to let go. The doctor was almost unable to breathe because the collar was too tight. It took several people to release his hand.

The doctor knew how he felt and didn't argue with him. He just sighed and left.

The woman's body remained in the hospital morgue for three whole days, and Jiang Yannan was unwilling to let anyone touch it, let alone take it for cremation.

Later, his colleague and good friend couldn't stand it anymore and asked Jiang Nanchu to find his father. Maybe he would be more sober for the sake of the child.

Ten-year-old Jiang Nanchu came to Jiang Yannan with red and swollen eyes, holding his clothes and looking up at him, "Dad, I'm scared... Is mom never coming back because I didn't listen?"

Jiang Yannan seemed to have finally come to his senses. He looked at the face that looked like his wife, and finally cried out loud while holding the child, like a child...

Jiang Nanchu had never seen his father cry. In his heart, his father was tall and majestic, like a god, and nothing could stop him.

But today, seeing my father crying so sadly and desperately, his tears couldn't help but flow out of his eyes, like pearls from a broken string, dripping down his cheeks.

He had a panic in his heart, maybe he had lost more than just his mother...

In the end, Jiang Yuechu's body was cremated.

Her funeral was also very simple. They didn't have many relatives. Only a few colleagues of Jiang Yannan and a few people who had close business dealings with Jiang Yuechu came to pay their respects.

As a relative of the deceased, Jiang Yannan had lost all his energy and just knelt dully in front of the mourning hall. When he saw someone coming, he bent down mechanically and responded.

On the day Jiang Yuechu was buried, it seemed as if God was sad for her. It was cloudy and rainy all day long, and the air was freezing.

Jiang Yannan stood in front of her grave, his face pale and haggard. Overnight, his temples turned white and his hair turned completely white. He was hunched over and coughed constantly.

But that day, a young man and a little girl suddenly came.

The boy said nothing, grabbed Jiang Yannan and beat him to death.

Jiang Yannan didn't fight back or argue, just let him vent, and finally the young man stopped on his own.

He knelt in front of Jiang Yuechu's grave and burst into tears.

The girl also knelt in front of the grave, tears streaming down her face, looking sad and upset. The two men did not stand up and stagger away until their clothes were soaked by the drizzling rain.

Jiang Yannan stood in front of the tombstone, gently stroking the youthful photo on it.

The girl smiled brightly and openly, her peach blossom eyes seemed to contain infinite affection as she stared at him straight.

As time passed, the already damp, cold and gloomy sky gradually became darker, until the moment the light disappeared, Jiang Yannan, soaked all over, dragged his heavy steps back to the car.

Jiang Nanchu had fallen asleep quietly in the back seat of the car, with tear marks still on his face, looking pitiful and lonely.

Jiang Yannan stared blankly at the child's face, as if he wanted to see that familiar face through him.

He was a little confused and didn't know how he would get through the days without her.

Every time I went home, there was always a warm light on in the house, no matter how late it was.

Now, there was only a cold room left in that house, and he didn't want to go back there at all. How could it be called home without her?

He leaned back in his chair, not knowing what to do next.

The soaked clothes stuck to his skin, creating an extreme temperature difference in the warm carriage. He shivered unconsciously, and then he came to his senses a little.

Glancing at the child sleeping in the back seat, he slowly started the car and drove towards the cold house in the city.