When she heard the news, Ye Ziqing was sitting on the bench outside the emergency room, her lower body pants still stained with bright red blood.

The doctor came out, took off his mask, sighed, and shook his head; "The fall was too serious and injured important parts. Coupled with the excessive blood loss, he died ineffectively."

Ye Ziqing was held in Shen Shaoting's arms. She maintained that posture as silently as a stiff stone, but the finger joints holding her knees were squeezed tighter and tighter, and her fingernails had completely changed color.

Suddenly, she jumped out of Shen Shaoting's arms like crazy, reached out and grabbed the white robe on the doctor's chest and shook it. She was extremely emotional; "Liar! You big liar! How could he die?" !How could he die!"

The doctor was a little dizzy from being shaken. He stepped forward and Shen Shaoting hugged her tightly into his arms, letting her cheek rest on his chest. His Adam's apple rolled and veins popped out on the back of his big hands.

When she was in pain, so was he. When she was in pain, he was also in pain. The pain in his heart was no less than hers.

Her whole body was weak, her body was weak and limp, and her eyes were turning black.

Not long after, Guo Yanfang arrived, accompanied by her neighbors. Her hair was messy and her expression was pale and without a trace of blood.

At this moment, the door of the emergency room also opened, and the nurse came out pushing the cart. Ye Zhenglin was lying on it, with a calm expression and no breathing, as if he was asleep.

As she was getting older, she couldn't bear such stimulation, so Guo Yanfang fainted.

"Mom, Mom, Mom, what's wrong with you?" Ye Ziqing pushed Shen Shaoting away and ran over tremblingly.

Shen Shaoting, with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, quickly moved his long legs to catch the unconscious Guo Yanfang, and said in a rough voice: "Doctor!"

Guo Yanfang was brought into the ward, and the doctor did a comprehensive examination. It was nothing serious. She just fainted and will be fine when she wakes up.

Later, Ye Ziqing went to Ye Zhenglin's ward. Shen Shaoting followed closely behind her, and when she was about to walk in, she finally said, "I'll go in by myself."

He understood her mood at this moment better than anyone else, so he didn't insist that she go in alone.

White walls, white sheets, all you see is white, dazzling, eye-catching...

Approaching the bed, Ye Ziqing stood there, looking at Ye Zhenglin on the bed. She opened her mouth several times, but no sound came out.

Then, tears fell down Ye Ziqing's cheeks like a bursting sea, an unspeakable chill filled her heart, and the last glimmer of light in her eyes extinguished.

She stretched out her hand and caressed Ye Zhenglin's face. Her heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sharp instrument, bleeding continuously, and it was so cold that she couldn't help but shiver.

Until now, until this moment, until this moment, she cannot accept that her father has left her like this and will never come back!

What's more, he bought her canned peaches and a bunch of snacks at noon the day before yesterday, with a smile on his face and looking at her lovingly.

But now, I can’t come back, I can’t come back, I can’t come back anymore…

She never thought that November would be so cold, so cold that it would be unbearable...

"Dad, wake up, wake up, okay?" She knelt on the ground and couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

The body has just experienced a miscarriage, so the pain in the lower body is naturally not light and spreads in waves, but how can such pain be worth the mental pain?

How could she forget that when she got off work, who took her home on an electric bike in all weathers? Even if he got wet, he would keep her dry.

How could she forget that after the divorce, who said with a stern look, I have raised my daughter from childhood to adulthood, and she is not far behind in this age. From now on, dad will raise you.

Although she was adopted by him, he gave her the whole world. He was afraid that she would be hungry, afraid that she would be cold, and afraid that she would be wronged. All he thought about in his heart was my girl.

…

Everything that happened in the past is still vivid in my mind. What should be lost has been lost forever and will never come back...

"Dad, I miss you, I really miss you, get up and look at me, just look at me!"

Her voice was extremely hoarse, and even more dry, which made people feel as if their chest was clogged upon hearing it, so sad and sorrowful...

It's a pity that Ye Zhenglin can no longer hear it...

He would never hear his favorite girl call him dad again, never hear...

Just kneeling there, Ye Ziqing didn't know how long she had been kneeling, and she didn't know how long she had been kneeling, but she wanted to keep kneeling there and never get up!

Her knees were numb and she had lost all feeling. The only feeling she had was stiffness, but she couldn't feel anything.

She stayed in the ward and refused to go out, and Shen Shaoting stood outside the door and naturally did not leave. He was afraid that she would not be able to bear it, that she would be too sad, and that something would happen to her.

"Brother, is sister-in-law still inside?" Shen Lianjue came over.

"Well..." Shen Shaoting's eyes fell on the door of the ward and responded lightly.

"She just had a miscarriage and is too weak. Brother, you'd better take her back first, otherwise her body will collapse and she won't be able to bear it."

Shen Shaoting pursed his thin lips into a straight line. He didn't want to take her away, but how could he take her away?

Seeing this, Shen Lianjue said nothing more. After a while, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, but in the end he swallowed all the words without speaking.

He thought that the eldest brother would not like to hear about his father at this time...

The fire was quite serious and burned his lower body. The doctor on his legs said that he would have to use crutches from now on and he would not be able to walk far or fast.

Neither of them left, they just stood guard outside the door of the ward. From the beginning to the end, Ye Ziqing never walked out of the ward. She had no intention of walking out at all.

In the second half of the night, the night was already extremely cold. Shen Shaoting looked at the time and it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Pushing the ward door open, he walked in. She knelt on the ground, her face lying on the bed, and was already asleep. There was no heating in the ward, so she dug out all the things she could find and covered Ye Zhenglin.

.

He reached out and carefully picked her up horizontally, but before she moved, Ye Ziqing immediately opened her eyes.

"You're tired, I'll take you to sleep next door." His voice was very soft.

Without words, Ye Ziqing quietly broke away from his arms, and then lay down side by side with Ye Zhenglin without saying a word.

She was very quiet, very quiet, even the tears on her cheeks were not yet dry, her face was as dead as water, and her pupils were dilated and without any focus.

She looked like this, without a trace of the breath of a living person, and her silence made people feel frightened and frightened.

Shen Shaoting was deeply distressed, but there was nothing he could do about her. At this time, even if he took her away by force, what would be the use?

No matter where it is, as long as she can sleep for a while and close her eyes for a while, that's fine...

The black night was so dark, so heavy, and so quiet. The moonlight shone in through the window, making the walls and beds in the ward whiter and more dazzling.

There was no warmth sleeping beside Ye Ziqing, and the dead Ye Zhenglin...

She is not afraid, not at all. She is next to her father, how could she be afraid?

Shen Shaoting* didn't sleep a wink and went to Guo Yanfang's ward. She didn't wake up either and was still in a coma.

The next morning, after waking up, Guo Yanfang went to the ward. Looking at Ye Zhenglin like that, she cried non-stop, and her tears were heartbreaking.

How could she not be devastated that her wife, who had been together for so many years and through so many storms, was no longer here anymore?

Ye Ziqing's face was haggard, her eyes were sunken, and her lips were chapped. She reached out to help Guo Yanfang, but Guo Yanfang pushed her away hard. There was some resentment in her eyes.

She could see the resentment clearly, her lips were trembling, and her body was trembling slightly. She didn't dare to step forward or take another step.

…

Ye Zhenglin's death was a huge blow to Guo Yanfang, and soon she couldn't bear it anymore and fell ill.

Just imagine, if you don't eat or drink for a whole day, just cry, how many people's bodies can bear it?

She fell ill, but Ye Ziqing was still holding on, using her last strength to watch Ye Zhenglin being cremated and hold funeral arrangements for him.

Shen Shaoting was always by her side. For three or four days, she never said a word, she just did what she wanted to do.

She was numb, had no feeling, and numbly drove herself to do all this.

…

On the day of the burial, Ye Ziqing hugged the urn and never let go. All the people who came to see her off were relatives.

She walked very slowly, as if walking on the tip of a knife. Every step she took forward brought with it an excruciating pain.

Her father, who was so tall, so big, and could protect her from wind and rain, was now only a small amount of ashes in the urn.

Even though she was so small, she couldn't hold her enough, and she couldn't bear to let go. She knew that this was the last journey.

After burying the urn, everything is really broken and nothing is left.

Guo Yanfang couldn't stand it anymore and forcefully snatched the urn from her hands, her face turned blue; "He is already dead, and you still don't let him rest in peace!"

She seemed to be crazy and refused to let go. She raised her hand, but Guo Yanfang slapped her hard.

Shen Shaoting no longer knew how to reduce the pain in her heart by half. If he could, he would do anything.

Handfuls of soil were sprinkled on the urn to cover the urn. After the urn was completely covered, Guo Yanfang could not take a breath and fainted again.

Guo Yanfang was taken away, and her relatives and friends also left. Ye Ziqing fell down in front of the tombstone.

The weather was fine just now, but now the wind started blowing, the clouds suddenly became dense, and then heavy rain fell in waves.

She was soaked all over and she was very embarrassed, but she ignored it, opened the bag and took out the contents.

"Dad, this is your favorite tea..."

"Dad, this is the chess set you often play at home..."

"Also, this is your favorite snack..."

One thing followed another, and she stood in front of the tombstone. She thought her tears had dried up, but at this moment, the tears flowed out like a fountain again.

"Ahhh!" She screamed, beating her hands on the ground, screaming loudly, and the pain coursed through her body, numbing her body.

"Brother, she can't do this anymore." Shen Lianjue couldn't stand it any longer. His eyes were red and he felt heartbroken.
To be continued...