mu and song

Mu Xi learned the news of Wang Shuai's death from Shi Yang. He wished he could fly there. He didn't know how many traffic lights he ran through along the way. Due to the heavy rain and poor drainage system, the traffic was very congested. , he parked the car to the side of the road, he ran all the way, the rain hit his body hard.

Wang Shuai's body was already lying in the hospital, waiting for his family members to sign. He still didn't believe it was true. He was in a trance for a while. He thought it was a dream. blindfolded.

He half-jokingly said, "You, don't be afraid to suffocate to death. I'll see how long you can hold it. I'll be right here watching you!"

Mu Xi didn't have the courage to lift the cloth, because Shi Yang described to him the cause of Wang Shuai's death, which was head down. He didn't want to see Wang Shuai like this, and he was unwilling to accept this fact.

He kept looking at him, at his fingers exposed under the white cloth.

"It can't be done, I see your finger moving, Shi Yang, you see his finger moving."

Shi Yang didn't answer the call, and patted Mu Xi for fear.

"What the hell do you mean by shooting me, what do you mean by shooting me, you didn't see it, I saw it."

"Mu Xi, Wang Shuai, there were no vital signs at the construction site."

"Hehe, Wang Shuai, Shi Yang said that you have no vital signs, and he was also deceived by you. You are so amazing!"

"Don't play anymore, it's boring, you wake up, don't play anymore!"

"Wake up, Wang Shuai, we won't play anymore, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"I'm asking you something, talk, Wang Shuai."

Mu Xi, unable to act anymore, knelt down on the ground and lay down on Wang Shuai's body, crying loudly, crying with grief, heart-piercing, the first time he and the dead People were so close, his hand touched Wang Shuai's fingers, the coldness frightened him, made him despair, he realized that all this was real, not a dream.

After Mu Xi came out of the hospital, he went directly to Wang Shuai's house. He slowly unlocked the door. He looked at everything familiar here, sobbing uncontrollably. He sat in front of Wang Shuai's favorite desk. Everything inside seemed to have received the news of Wang Shuai's death, and became lifeless. How much he hoped that there would be a voice coming out at this time.Even Wang Shuai's soul would be fine.