Chapter 177

——Qi Yan Shang, I love the person, should never be you!

Qi Yan Shang's eyes were dark. She said that it should never be him.

"It's not you, you're not the one I'm looking for..."

Yin Qinghuan kept shaking his head, staggered back a step, and almost fell to the ground.

The man stretched out his hand to hold her waist, but in the next second she was pushed away with both hands.

"Don't touch me!"

Women's voice is full of crying, no one knows why she is like this, others are even more puzzled, whether she is crying or laughing.

Qi Yanshang stretched out his hand in the air and looked at the man in front of him who was almost disintegrated. A touch of pain flashed through his eyes. Although he didn't know what had happened, he could feel that she was in pain.

However, as soon as he approached, her steps kept falling back.

Every step back, her whispering voice comes from near to far --

"you are not him..."

The bitterness of Yin Qinghuan's lips gradually disappeared.

She turned around, did not enter the rainy day, regardless of the rain will her body up and down wet, regardless of the cold weather.

Is there anything colder and more terrible than this?

"Qinghuan!"

Chu Huai saw the situation, and rushed to chase, the figure disappeared in the heavy rain.

……

Chu Huai still didn't catch up with Yin Qinghuan in the end. He only saw her get into a taxi, which seemed to be going somewhere.

Think of that letter, and today is The date of Yin xiangze's execution.

He immediately drove to the prison.

She should have gone there, he thought.

Chu Huai didn't know what had happened just now, so he didn't know what was written in that letter, which would make her feel so Strange.

What's the meaning of what she said to Qi Yanshang just now.

Chu Huai had no time to think about it. When the car arrived at the prison gate, he saw that the woman had just got out of the taxi.

She did come here.

"Qinghuan!"

The man got out of the car and took her arm in three and two steps.

She was wet all over her body, and her skin was cold, with almost no temperature.

His long hair was still dripping, his eyes were still blank, and he didn't look up at him. He just stood quietly with his white lips trembling. He heard her soft voice coming from him --

"I think See him. "

There is no moment more regret than now.

She only hoped that she would be able to meet the man in time.

She had something else to say to him.

Chu Huai looked at the human body can not stop the shudder, full of heartache. Before her, for Yin xiangze's life and death, as if she did not care.

But now, she was crying, she was afraid, she was shaking.

But for Yin xiangze.

Chu Huai raised his eyes and looked at the closed prison gate in front of his eyes. His brown and black pupils crossed a bit of darkness. Could it be too late?

……

Prison front office registry.

After the visitor signed up for identity, the warden did not change his face and said, "does the family come to claim the body?"

The two words "corpse" were gouged out in Yin Qing's heart. She felt pain like bone blood and suffocated in an instant. She closed her eyes and did not answer for a long time.

Chu Huai took her hand, never let go, nodded to the warden.

In a few minutes.

In the prison morgue, the recently dead man is lying quietly in it, without breathing, without heartbeat, without a sound in the room.

Yin Qinghuan looked at the man lying there, broke away Chu Huai's hand, and then walked slowly into the room, toward the man.

Her eyes have been staring at him, each step closer, the haze in front of her eyes is more than one layer.

Do you remember where we first met.

At dinner, isn't it.

In my ears, I heard what I said when I saw him for the last time.

She gave an answer, an answer he knew was wrong, but he had to accept it.

On the way here, Yin Qinghuan kept asking himself why he didn't stay for a while.

Why don't you listen to him.

Why Why did you mistake others.

Too many why want to ask, but this moment, have been in vain.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

The person lying in front of him is just a cold body without temperature.

He can't move, he can't laugh, he won't respond to her.

Maybe this is the purpose of Yin xiangze.

He wants Joe to remember him all his life.

For the rest of her life, whether happy or sad, he was a scar she would never forget.

"I'd rather you didn't show up that night and let me freeze to death there..."That's better than the pain at the moment.

Chu Huai watched the woman's slender figure trembling. She was talking to the dead.

He heard it, but he didn't understand what it meant.

But the next moment, Yin Qinghuan fell and knelt on the cold ground, as if for a time all the strength was taken away, and could not stand up again.

Chu Huai walked in quickly and bent over to help her.

"Qinghuan..."

I don't know when, the man's face was full of tears and his voice was hoarse. Like a child, he grasped his arm and pleaded constantly --

"I don't want him dead! I want him back I want him back! Please, wake him up for me He can't... "

He can't die. She doesn't want him to die.

Who can help her with everything.

The voice of help, helpless and desperate.

Chu Huai hugged her in his arms and let her tears wet his clothes.

Perhaps, he can not understand her pain at the moment, but he will accompany her at any time, no matter what happens, no matter what she Who is it?

Prison, dark room, quiet body, weeping woman.

The last snow of the city came.

There are only black and white in the whole city, and the gray gradually fades away until it disappears

……

Yin xiangze's funeral is scheduled for three days.

In the past two days, Yin Qinghuan did not go out of the room door for half a step. She locked herself in a narrow space. All the lights went out, and the only window that could pass through the light was blocked with black curtain.

Dead, dark, cold.

She looked at the withered flowers in the vase, silent for a long time.

Sometimes, the housekeeper would come in to give some food, but she still did not move.

Chu Huai also came to respond to him, in addition to her silence, is the godless eyes.

"To be buried tomorrow, I chose a cemetery in the suburbs, which is quiet."

The funeral was organized by Chu Huai.

Yin's mother was crying, and Yin Qinghuan was in front of her Chu Huai worried that if she went on like this, she would collapse sooner or later.

"Qinghuan, don't you always say that people should look forward. You will only make the dead sad. "

These two days, Chu Huai said a lot of words, used a lot of ways, want her to come out of this predicament.

But it seemed that she had never heard of it.

However, at this moment, the sentence "let the deceased sad" made the woman's originally empty eyes covered with a layer of cool thin.

Yin Qinghuan, who had not spoken for two days, moved her dry lips and laughed bitterly: "the heart has stopped, which will be sad."