Huo Xiaofang picked a dandelion on the hillside that was about to wither. It was inserted in front of a newly added tombstone.
"Yanyan, I came to see you. Did you know? After you left, Officer Zhang and Officer Gu were in the city and won a mental health course and a legal self-protection course for our school.
Yanyan, Xiao Mao will be executed three months later. I know you don't want to see such results, but if you are wrong, you are wrong, and you should be punished by law. You are a good girl, you will understand.
Brother Mao decided to donate all the organs, so he is still your first Brother Mao.
Grandma has been sent to the orphanage, and I will visit her every weekend.
As for me, I have thought about it. I want to be a policeman, a listener who truly appreciates the feelings of others, and I don't want to see your story reappear.
Goodbye my friend, goodbye to the girl in my heart, I only wish you to be treated tenderly in another world.
In Shicheng People's Hospital, Li Xiaomao, wearing a prison uniform, was lying on the operating table, surrounded by medical staff.
He knew that his organs would save a few lives in the future, and this could be regarded as compensation for killing three lives.
It is not Shao Qin, Qin Li, or Li Lihua who compensates, but the initial respect for life.
Compensating for his kindness that was washed away by anger, the medicine gradually worked, his body lost consciousness, but his brain was still awake.
The scenes that Yanyan taught him to learn appeared in his mind. The two scenes of going up the mountain to mowing pig grass together to do farm work seemed to be in front of him, but they wanted to reach out but couldn't move.
He secretly told himself that he didn't want to have an afterlife, if he wanted him to be a kind person from beginning to end, and not to be attacked by ugliness.
Three months later.
Huo Xiaofang buried Li Xiaomao's ashes next to Li Yanyan. He hoped that someone could protect the kind girl in another world.
The dandelions flew away in a gust of wind, some to the sky, some falling into the soil.
The young man in front of the tombstone believes that when the spring breeze arrives in the coming year, they will fall to the ground and take root, grow green leaves, and then draw out white cotton balls.
It's like I was alone with the sadness I shouldn't have, but I still love warmth, I still believe that the world is pure and beautiful, and I still believe that the human heart is kind.
(End of this chapter)