Mu Yanzhu is pregnant, and the child is eight months old.
The belly is round, like a ball.
She married an IT man. His husband was introverted and addicted to alcohol. He always smelled of alcohol when he came home from get off work, and it was no different today.
Mu Yanzhu took off his coat, but he kicked her in the stomach.
"You bitch! What qualifications do you have to carry my child? Aren't you thinking about another man?"
Mu Yanzhu held her stomach in pain and called for help.
Seeing the look of helplessness, pain and grief on her face, the man felt extremely happy.
Despite the river of blood on the ground, he returned to his room without even looking at it and fell asleep.
Mu Yanzhu had a miscarriage and her vitality was severely damaged. The doctor refused to let her leave the hospital. During the half month she stayed in the hospital, her husband never came once.
The nurse who made rounds every day couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but defend her.
"What kind of husband are you? Your wife had a miscarriage and you didn't even show up."
Mu Yanzhu just smiled bitterly, "I'm used to it. How could he not love me?"
On the day Mu Yanzhu was discharged from the hospital, she went through the discharge procedures by herself.
Passing by a flower shop, she bought a bunch of platycodons and asked the shopkeeper to put lemons in the platycodons.
Lemon equals sour and equals jealousy.
The flower language of platycodon is eternal love.
She received a call from her husband on the way, "Are you still alive?"
“…”
"There is a document on my desk, please bring it to me now! Dududu—"
Without giving Mu Yanzhu a chance to speak, the other party hung up the phone.
Mu Yanzhu stopped a taxi.
At the corner, the taxi collided with a large truck traveling in the opposite direction. The car was destroyed and everyone was killed. Mu Yanzhu also died on the spot.
The scene at that time was tragic and tragic. There was blood on the ground, bright red, and shocking...
Mu Yanzhu held the bunch of platycodon flowers tightly in her hand, held a lemon in her hand, put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed.
It smells so good.
She stretched her brows and closed her eyes. Several passers-by came to watch and saw a smile on her face and her left hand stroking the platinum ring on her right middle finger.
Wearing a ring on your middle finger means you are in love.
A love that never ends.
…
! ! !
Jiang Qingchi woke up from his nightmare.
It was now three o'clock in the morning. He had only slept for two hours, but time felt longer than ever.
Jiang Qingchi suddenly sat up from the bedside. From his forehead to his back, and even to his tailbone, he felt a chill and shivers.
He was panting heavily, his face was cold, his eyes were sore, and his face was full of tears. The pillow was wet from crying, and the quilt was also wet. When he gently held it, the temperature was so cold that it made people shiver.
He finally found consciousness, stumbled out of bed, opened the door to the room, and stood helplessly in the corridor, looking around helplessly, looking for something important.
Until he saw Jiang San'er, he rushed over, hugged Jiang San'er, and burst into tears.
"Tell me, I'm dreaming! Tell me!"
"You, this is a dream." San'er didn't know why, but still comforted him.
"I dreamed that she was married... She was not living well... Her husband didn't love her... He kicked her in the stomach... She had a miscarriage... She stayed alone in the hospital for half a month... Finally she was hit by a car and died... "
While talking intermittently, Jiang Qingchi cried hoarsely. He gritted his teeth and tasted the taste of blood, which was bitter and fishy.
"She was lying on the ground... full of blood... She was holding the flowers I liked... She was still wearing the ring I gave her... "
"I'm so worried about her."
"I miss her so much..."
"I really miss her..."
"I really, really, really miss her..."
"I miss her... miss her... miss her, miss her, Jiang Yan..."
"My Jiang Yan..."
"I'm not with her...Jiang Yan..."
“…”
Jiang Jingming has remained silent. He has fully fulfilled the role of a listener and listened quietly to Jiang Qingchi in his ear. His voice was hoarse when he said these words. When he shouted the sentence "Jiang Yan", his intestines seemed to be broken. Shout out.
"The dream is the opposite. Don't worry, she is doing well now and will be fine."
Jiang Jingming said in a soft voice and patted Jiang Qingchi on the shoulder.
"How about you sleep with me tonight, I'm afraid you'll have nightmares again."
"No."
Jiang Qingchi let go of Jiang San'er, and his tears turned into tears, blurring his handsome face.
Jiang San'er sighed: "I haven't seen you cry like this in two and a half years."
"You go to Dad's study and get a pack of cigarettes. I want to smoke."
"Smoke again?"
"Well, today is her birthday, I'll be alone for a while."
Jiang Qingchi's tone returned to his usual calmness. Only the hoarseness of his voice proved that he was hysterical.
…
The cool breeze is bleak and the cold dew is heavy.
It was still early in the day, so the man leaning against the window sill fumbled with his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, took a puff of the cigarette with the cold air in his mouth, and then slowly exhaled it.
The bluish-white smoke ring changes from presence to absence, from dark to light.
His back was slightly arched, his long eyebrows were knitted together, and his fingers flicked the ashes of his cigarette. His movements were not skillful, but there was a feeling of loneliness.
Jiang Jingming stood diagonally behind, staring at Jiang Qingchi.
Watch him take two long puffs of cigarette.
Watch him finally put out the cigarette butt.
Watching the rising smoke, in the cold wind, turning into silence little by little, leaving no trace.
Looking at his face hidden in the flickering light and shadow, his eyes were full of injuries and his face was full of pain.
He has finally matured.
He finally grew up.
However, he was not happy anymore.
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(End of chapter)