"Yes, you know?" The man choked and said that the mention of sulfuric acid made him even more sad, because his beautiful young wife, who loved beauty so much during her lifetime, was ruined by sulfuric acid.

In this way, Zhou Xiaoshan showed more empathy, wiping tears, said: "my sister is the victim, she was hit by a truck, brain injury, body fracture, facial disfigurement..."

Zhou Xiaoshan said, sobbing, very sad.

as like as two peas wife, Zhou Xiaoshan trusted her more. He held back his tears and comforted him. "This girl, we are all the families of the victims, what I have nothing to do is comfort you."

"Brother, I saw your wife pushed out just now. She Can't you really rescue it again? " Zhou Xiaoshan asked painfully.

"I've already gone. If I can save her, how can I let her leave me?" The man said with tears.

"It's a pity that she's so young and pregnant."

Zhou Xiaoshan wiped his tears and said.

"Where's your sister? And sent them away? " The man asked.

"Well." Zhou Xiaoshan nodded and replied.

"Let's go and see them for the last time. It's good-bye." The man said, hands on the ground, stand up.

Zhou Xiaoshan didn't react for a moment. He didn't know what the man meant.

"Where to?" Zhou Xiaoshan asked.

"It's the morgue, of course. When people die, they are sent there, waiting for cremation." The man replied.

Zhou Xiaoshan understood the man's meaning, followed the man for two steps, she suddenly stopped the man and said: "brother, I'm too sad to think. You are mistaken. My sister is not in the morgue

"Not in the morgue? Where is that? Still in the rescue? " The man asked, staring, startled.

"No, she has been sent abroad by special plane for treatment. Maybe there is still a chance." Zhou Xiaoshan replied.

Seeing the man's expression suddenly became alienated, Zhou Xiaoshan didn't want the man to lose the feeling of empathy between them, so he said: "even if you are alive, you can only lie in bed all your life, just like a dead man. I just want to do my best to be my sister and save her life, which is worthy of my dead parents. "

"Well, I'll go." The man shook his head, said a man to the morgue.

Zhou Xiaoshan quickly followed up and said, "it's a kind of fate to meet us. I'll go with you to see my sister-in-law for the last time."

Men did not refuse, this time someone to accompany, better than a person.

Zhou Xiaoshan breathed out a breath secretly and grasped the ring in his hand.

Near the mortuary, Zhou Xiaoshan is a little timid. His pace is slower and slower, and he is farther and farther away from the man.

The man was interrogated in the registration office for a long time, and finally got permission to go in. When he turned around, he saw that Zhou Xiaoshan was still far behind him.

Seeing that Zhou Xiaoshan didn't want to come forward, the man said, "sister, go back. It's none of your business here."

"I'm coming." Zhou Xiaoshan said, trotting to catch up.

"Come out quickly." The staff opened the door for them and said.

"I see." The man replied.

Step by step toward his wife, a man's steps are as heavy as his heart.

It's just a new marriage. It's just a corpse and two lives. There's nothing more tragic than that.

Zhou Xiaoshan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, felt the cold around, and could not help shivering.