deceased into ashes

When he was discharged from the hospital, Zhou Qianyi went to have a very neat short haircut.

When she was 15 years old, when she didn't fall in love with that person, she also had such neat short hair.

It is said that the fall of hair also means the end of a relationship, but Zhou Qianyi can't think of a real way to escape. She and Yu Qingyue are separated and reunited, after all, she is the most reluctant to let go.

If you can let go of someone who has loved you for so many years, then there will be no disconnection.

Moreover, she is such a soft-tempered person, she can't be cruel and give up all at once, and she is also afraid that Yu Qingyue will feel distressed when she is sad.

The sweetheart is one's heart and soul, it will hurt if you let it go, and it will still hurt if you can't let it go.

Zhou Qianyi smiled wryly, wondering if he, who is so indecisive, deserves to be abandoned...

The cold wind in November is biting, the sun is lingering and showing half of the head, still can't feel a trace of warmth, the dark clouds still disappear, and the little flowers in winter are showing signs of being dejected because of the ink stains of the sun.

An old tree without leaves in winter stands in a lonely city. Zhou Qianyi stands under the tree, watching the sparrows flying around the top of the tree, with no emotion on her face; Si's photo was slightly withered and yellow, and her scarf was very long and coiled up, covering most of her already small face.

Yan Min was looking at Zhou Qianyi not far away. Maybe Zhou Qianyi was afraid of the cold. In winter, he always liked to wrap his thin body into a small rice dumpling. From a distance, he looked a bit like a clumsy bear; She is cute, but I also feel that she is a bit distracted like this.

The sadness in Zhou Qianyi's eyes could not be concealed.She could see clearly.

In fact, that day, when I was sending Zhou Qianyi home, I saw the lights on the seventh floor were on. When she handed the book to Zhou Qianyi, she asked about it. At that time, Zhou Qianyi showed a cute smile that she had never seen before. Said that it should be her lover back.

It wasn't raining heavily, Yan Min tried her best to turn her umbrella towards Zhou Qianyi, her hair got a little rainwater; she said goodbye to Zhou Qianyi, hesitating whether to take back the paper in the book.

Yan Min just stood in the rain for a while, looking at the lights on the seventh floor, she thought that Qianyi's boyfriend wouldn't mind, after all, she was a girl.

But she still felt that this was not good. After waiting for a while, she saw a woman who could be regarded as very beautiful coming out of the first floor with a bag, and the door was slammed loudly by that woman.

Then the woman made a phone call, and it wasn't long before someone drove up to pick her up.

She walked very neatly, without the slightest nostalgia for this place.

Qian Yi should have finished dinner with her lover by now, Yan Min waited for half an hour before picking up the phone and dialing her number.

Once, twice, three times...

No one heard.

But the lights on the seventh floor were still on, Zhou Qianyi would not fail to answer the phone.

Yan Min was wondering if something had happened. She was a little worried, so she went to the doorman and asked the security guard to open the door. Then she knocked on the door on the seventh floor, but no one responded.

Yan Min was really panicked.

Not appropriate......

She called the lock picker and forced the door open, only to see Zhou Qianyi collapsed in the bedroom.

There was still blood on her wrist.

Yan Min was completely panicked. She wanted to carry Zhou Qianyi to the hospital, but she was afraid that her wrist would continue to bleed, so she searched around in the bedroom, and finally found a bandage and some medicine.

She clumsily tied a bandage on Zhou Qianyi, although the bandage was ugly, but now she can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.When she entered the door, she saw a pile of shredded paper. Needless to say, the letter she wrote must have been torn to pieces by her lover.

Yan Min thought that her boyfriend would not mind, and would even take it as a joke, but when she took Zhou Qianyi to the hospital and got her mobile phone, she originally wanted to call Zhou Qianyi's lover, but found that often There is only one contact.

On it was a woman's name - Yu Qingyue.

Yan Min used his and Zhou Qianyi's mobile phones to make several calls to that person, but no one answered.

When she was feeling puzzled, she unintentionally clicked on the text message that Zhou Qianyi had sent to that person.

Sentence by sentence, although they are written about trivial matters, they are extremely attentive and sincere, but the other party only replies in a very perfunctory and perfunctory manner.

After reading it, Yan Min realized that that woman was Zhou Qianyi's longing lover.

But this so-called lover didn't care about her.

Later, she just thought that Zhou Qianyi might just have a little brain for love, and it would be better if she persuaded her, but she heard Zhou Qianyi talk a lot about their past.

People change, what Yan Min could feel from her words was Yu Qingyue's boredom with Zhou Qianyi day by day.

When Zhou Qianyi said these words, her expression was very calm, as if she was chatting about family affairs. When she talked about their past, she would still inadvertently reveal a trace of sweetness.

This kid is so stupid......

Is it really what she wants to maintain such a love that is almost fragmented...

Yan Min frowned and thought.

She held this list in her hand, and there were chilling words on the list.

"Advanced gastric cancer."

Yan Min just looked at her in the distance, unwilling to break this peace.

After all, fate does not follow people but only the sky.

God is always so mean to kind people, or just wants to take kind people out of this world.

For Zhou Qianyi, these years were probably regarded as purgatory on earth.

She once said that she has no future.

But Yan Min's heart was still stabbed severely. It was the first time that the person she liked so much would be so downcast.

She doesn't have much time left.