Mo Yiben felt that he had just met other people’s life despair. When she finally said about Professor Yuan, she was completely stunned, and suddenly grabbed the old woman’s wrist. It was Yuan Qingling's mother who committed suicide?"
It seemed that the old woman hadn't heard the three words Yuan Qingling for a long time, so she was so shocked that she said slowly, "Isn't it?"
Mo Yi's heart thumped the floor drain a few times, oh my god, my god, my god!
She slapped herself severely, why did she come? It should have come long ago. If something happens, how can she explain to the princess
She drilled forward hard and shouted loudly, "Mother Yuan, don't think about it. Come down. I have something urgent to tell you. Come down."
The building was more than twenty stories high, and there was a lot of noise underneath. Mo Yi's words were screaming, but they couldn't be transmitted.
She was so anxious that she jumped up and down underneath, stupefied that she couldn't attract the attention of the person above.
She saw someone coming down the corridor and others going up. Knowing that someone was persuading from above, she ran to the door hurriedly and was grabbed by a policewoman. "Miss, you can't go up."
Mo Yi said anxiously: "I want to go up, I can persuade her to come down."
The policewoman looked at her, "Who are you?"
Mo Yi jumped anxiously, "I am not her, but I know her daughter, trust me, I can really convince her to come down."
The policewoman said solemnly: "If you are not her family, I'm sorry, I can't let you go up, hurry up, don't hinder the firefighters from saving people, they all went up."
Mo Yihuo burned the fire and said: "No, let me go up, it will be too late if I don't go up again, it's really going to kill me, or else, you ask Professor Yuan to come down and see me, I will say a few words to him, give him things, here I am There is something to get her down."
"What is it?" the policewoman asked.
"Her daughter's letter!"
"Her daughter is dead." The policewoman was a police officer in a nearby community, knowing that Dr. Yuan had already died.
Mo Yi patted his head, slapped himself slapped, "This is a suicide note, she gave it to me a long time ago, I didn't find it, I was confused, did not send it to her parents in time, you let me go up. I will fix it."
She took out a letter from her backpack and raised it in front of the policewoman. The policewoman was dubious, but her life was critical. She said: "I will go up with you. If you act to irritate her, I will take you immediately. Bring it back to the police station."
"Okay, okay, get up quickly." Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, pulling the policewoman and ran into the elevator.
There was no one on the floor due to an accident, so the elevator arrived soon.
The elevator went straight to the top floor, and then ran the last stair to the roof.
There were a lot of people on the rooftop, firefighters, police, ambulance personnel, and a few others who seemed to be persuading from family members. Among them, a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and gray hair almost knelt down, distraught. Yelled: "You come back, come back quickly, don't scare us..."
Another young man also knelt on the ground and cried, begging her to come back.
Mother Yuan was sitting on the fence, her feet swaying in the air, she was so thin, as if a gust of wind could blow her down, looking very dangerous.
She turned to face her family, her face was full of tears, and her eyes were filled with reluctance, but she was unwilling to come down.
The firefighter did not dare to approach rashly, because she would jump off for fear of irritating her.
Mo Yi hurriedly raised the letter and shouted: "Mother Yuan, my name is Mo Yi. I just met Yuan Qingling. She asked me to bring you the letter. Take a look."
Mother Yuan turned her head abruptly to look at her. Looking at the letter Yang in her hand, she shook her head sadly, put her hands on the fence and moved her body.
This movement scared everyone's hearts out. The firefighter made a running posture and almost rushed over. However, Mother Yuan just adjusted her sitting posture and didn't jump off.
However, Professor Yuan fainted with fright.
The policewoman was also frightened and dragged Mo Yi and said, "Go down, stop yelling here."
Mo Yi was so scared to cry, and struggling to say: "Mother Yuan, you believe me, it was Yuan Qingling who asked me to deliver the letter. She was not dead, really not dead, why don't you believe me? Jump down, I’m really guilty, I should have come to deliver the letter a month ago, but my sister had an operation, and I have been taking care of her in the hospital. Even if you come down and have a look, you will know the truth or not. Her handwriting, you I recognize it."
She kept spreading the letter, but the policewoman kept dragging her away. She had no choice but to shout at the young man, "Are you Brother Yuan? Look at this letter, and there is a portrait of her in my backpack, her current portrait. , The gifts she brought to you are all in my backpack."
As she said, she dropped her backpack, and couldn't stand the policewoman's drag, and was dragged down the stairs.
Brother Yuanjia was kneeling on the ground. He heard Mo Yi say this. He saw the letter and backpack dropped on the ground. He walked over and picked up the letter. When he saw it, he was shocked, "God, It's Qing'er's handwriting, mom, it's Qing'er's handwriting, it's hers."
He watched eagerly, and the whole person was shocked. After reading it, he opened his backpack. There were a few small brocade boxes and a painting in it, and he slowly unfolded it.
The man did not flick his tears lightly, but before he was sad, he looked at the portrait and his tears fell steadily.
Yuan's mother finally touched, and asked with trembling lips, "Really?"
Brother Yuan family cried: "Mom, it's true, look!"
He unfolded the portrait to Yuan's mother. On the top of the portrait, a couple and three children were drawn. The smiling face of the woman, bright eyes and white teeth, is her daughter.
Professor Yuan was also awakened, and slowly walked over to take a look, unable to help tears rolling.
He walked over with the firefighter guarding him. He stretched out his hand to Mother Yuan, his lips trembled, "Aya, come back."
The wind was so strong that Mother Yuan's clothes swelled up like a peng bird about to fly down.
This scene is also shocking.
But, fortunately, her hand stretched back and handed it to Professor Yuan.
The moment she landed, Professor Yuan hugged her and cried.
Everyone's hanging heart finally landed.
Half an hour later, Mo Yi sat on the sofa in Yuan's living room.
Her legs were still trembling, and after crying, her eyes became very red and swollen.
People from the Yuan family have seen the letter and the portrait, but the handwriting is Qing'er's handwriting, but what she said in her heart is unbelievable.
Looking at the eagerly anticipated eyes of the three, Yuan's mother trembled and asked if it was true. Mo Yi immediately cried.
She is so scared. If she comes one day late, no, even if she comes one hour late, she is afraid that something will happen.
She cried, dried her tears and said, "I called you yesterday, but none of you answered. I wanted to tell you yesterday."