The coldness that came out of nowhere invaded his body. Su Yuyang curled up and hugged the quilt tightly, but the coldness always wrapped his body, like skin and couldn't get rid of it. Su Yuyang felt that it was necessary to add an extra quilt. When he opened his eyes, he saw a dazzling scene.
"It's dawn." Su Yuyang rubbed his hazy eyes.
"Xiao Miao?" Su Yuyang went to touch Ling Miao, but where was Ling Miao's figure? Touching the place where Ling Miao slept last night, it felt cold - Ling Miao had been gone for a long time.
"Small seconds?" Su Yuyang shouted loudly, but received no response. He hurriedly got up and rushed out of the room to look for Ling Miao. There was no sign of Ling Miao in the living room, not in the kitchen, not in the bathroom... Finally, Su Yuyang lowered his sights to Yan Li's room.
The door to the room was closed, and Su Yuyang walked over cautiously. He probably didn't even notice that his body was trembling. Su Yuyang turned the doorknob, and it got stuck halfway. The door is locked.
"Xiao Miao, are you in there?" Su Yuyang banged on the door vigorously. He believed that this movement would wake Ling Miao even if he fell asleep. However, Su Yuyang's hope was dashed, as Ling Miao didn't hear his cry.
"Key!" Su Yuyang muttered and quickly returned to the room to find the key. He vaguely remembered that the key was placed next to the keyboard, but he didn't see it when he went to get it.
"Where did the key go?" Huge fear enveloped Su Yuyang, and he stumbled out of the bedroom. Suddenly, a bright light flashed on the coffee table. He walked to the coffee table in two steps and recognized at a glance that the thing that flashed just now was his key!
When Su Yuyang opened the door to the room, he saw a pile of paper balls on the floor.
Su Yuyang picked one up casually, opened it and took a look, as if he was struck by lightning.
Although the words on the paper were daubed, the content could still be vaguely seen. That piece of paper said: Yu, I'm leaving, I'm sorry...
Su Yuyang felt his hands trembling. He picked up another ball of paper, not daring to open it.
"Feng Ji... Feng Ji..." Su Yuyang muttered Feng Ji's name. At this time, he needed someone to help him, and Feng Ji was the first person he thought of.
After receiving Su Yuyang's call, Feng Ji realized something was wrong. He sent a text message to his employees saying that he didn't have to go to work today, and then took An Yan to Su Yuyang's house.
"Damn, why do you want to buy the tenth floor? There is no elevator." Feng Ji stood at the door and panted. Before entering, he complained about Su Yuyang's choice again. He swore that he would definitely buy the second floor when buying a house.
Taking out the key and opening the door, Feng Ji fell into the house weakly: "Su... Su Yuyang." Feng Ji shouted Su Yuyang's name with difficulty, but Su Yuyang didn't give the slightest reaction.
"Damn, I'm running so fast, can something big happen to this guy?" Feng Ji didn't bother to change his shoes and rushed directly to Su Yuyang's room, but saw no one.
Just when he was confused, Su Yuyang appeared.
Su Yuyang's eyes were reddish and filled with tears. He held a piece of paper in his hand and muttered: "He's gone... He's gone..."
Feng Ji felt that Su Yuyang in front of him only had a skin. He asked nervously: "Yuyang, what happened?"
Su Yuyang's lips trembled and he looked at Feng Ji with tearful eyes. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Feng Ji took the paper from his hand and browsed it carefully.
"Su Yuyang, I'm very scared now, afraid that you will wake up suddenly, afraid that you will see me writing this letter.
If you read this letter, you will definitely not see me.
Although I woke up from the hospital not long ago, I thought about a lot of things. To be honest, I am very tired, I am very tired and my heart is tired when I am with you.
Tang Xuan's death made me feel guilty. Maybe you will want to beat me if you say this, but I am a very fragile person. Seeing Tang Xuan die in front of me, or even die because of my words, I feel like a murderer.
I can't face you, I can't face anyone.
Su Yuyang, I'm so tired. I want to find a place to be quiet for a while.
In a place without you, calm down and think about something.
Don't worry, I won't kill myself.
If you wait until I come back, I will take you back to see my parents; if you can't wait any longer, find someone to live a good life.
Yu, I love you. "
The handwriting on this piece of paper is messy, and the content is also scrawled and altered. Ling Miao's every stroke was very hard, and many places were punctured. It was obvious that Ling Miao's hands were shaking when he was writing.
"Yuyang..." Feng Ji didn't know how to comfort Su Yuyang. He sighed softly and stopped talking.
An Yan felt depressed as soon as he walked to the door. He walked quietly to Feng Ji and pointed at Su Yuyang, who was sitting on the sofa. Feng Ji pulled An Yan to the balcony, and he sighed: "Ling Miao left, taking Su Yuyang's soul with him."
"Why did Ling Miao leave?" An Yan asked in confusion, "Don't he like Su Yuyang? Why did he make Su Yuyang so sad?"
"Probably because he doesn't want Su Yuyang to be more sad. Or maybe Ling Miao is a selfish person. He wants to feel at ease, so he makes Su Yuyang bruised and bruised." Feng Ji said helplessly, "Ling Miao is really stupid. This matter is not what it is. It’s his fault, why should he bear it on his own?”
An Yan shook his head to express his objection, and retorted: "If Ling Miao's love for Su Yuyang is as deep as Su Yuyang's love for him, then Ling Miao himself will not be much better if he is separated from Su Yuyang. And you said that Ling Miao is carrying If he leaves with guilt, his heart must be more painful than Su Yuyang's."
"But he..." Feng Ji didn't know how to explain to An Yan. He handed the letter written by Ling Miao to An Yan and asked An Yan to find the answer on his own.
An Yan read at the speed of one glance and ten lines. After reading Ling Miao's letter, An Yan fell silent. Feng Ji touched An Yan's head and said with a smile, "Isn't his guilt not worth it?"
"Maybe he's not guilty." An Yan thought, "Although I didn't see the scene of Tang Xuan committing suicide, based on what I know, Ling Miao was probably scared. It's just that he didn't know that he was afraid. , plus Tang Xuan’s words before committing suicide had a certain guiding and suggestive effect on him, so he felt guilty."
Feng Ji looked at An Yan in surprise, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect your little head to be useful."
"Tch, that makes me sound like an idiot." An Yan snorted.
"If I had known earlier, I should have asked you to enlighten Ling Miao." Feng Ji looked at his puppet-like friend and said, "How about you go and enlighten Su Yuyang first?"
"I'm not a psychiatrist." Even so, An Yan still walked towards Su Yuyang.
He didn't know whether An Yan was too powerful or Su Yuyang figured it out on his own. Half an hour later, Feng Ji saw a Su Yuyang who was slightly better than before.
"Although I don't know where Xiao Miao has gone, I will do my best to find him!" Su Yuyang vowed.
"Sneeze!" Ling Miao sneezed.
"You have a cold?" the woman asked slightly reproachfully.
Ling Miao shook his head calmly, but the calmness on the surface could not cover up the panic inside.