Chapter 1981： Death is the best answer

Chapter 1981 is the best answer to death.

Chapter 1983 Death is the best answer

"Don't go!" Song slammed his fists.

The cloud painting was very tired, especially when she spoke, which made her feel particularly uncomfortable. She shook her head. "I have to go, "I must go, do you want to stop me?"

"Drawing!" Song’s expression is very anxious. "Don't go, listen to me, don't go! Otherwise you will regret it!"

"I will never regret it." The voice of the cloud painting is very low, so low that it is almost inaudible, but her tone is very firm.

The expression of Song Ci is very embarrassing.

Qin Mo is also very surprised and very confused, and does not understand what is going on.

It’s good to find the leader, it’s a good thing that the leader is not dead, why... Why don’t you let them see it in the past?

Could it be said that the leader is very serious?

Even if it is a serious injury, it is better than death!

For them, as long as they don't die, there is no big deal. It is normal to get hurt. They have already been psychologically prepared.

Now, how can Song Song refuse to let them see it in the past, and this move will not understand Qin Mo.

There is already a bad premonition in the heart of cloud painting.

But she can't think of it, what will happen in the end.

For her, as long as she is not dead, she can accept anything else. If he is really hurt, or if he has no reason in his life, she can accept it. After all, it is better than death!

"Hey, I am going."

The attitude of cloud painting is very clear.

Song’s expression was drawn, and he closed his eyes tightly. After a while, he opened again and looked at the cloud painting. “Drawing, you will regret it.”

"Repent... No, as long as he is not dead, I can accept it in any situation, and I will not regret it." Cloud painted and smiled. "I have regretted too much and will not regret it."

The expression of Song Ci is very difficult to say, he seems to be holding back what is hard.

After a long time, he looked up at the cloud painting again. "If you don't die, can you accept anything? But painting, many times, many situations, maybe death is the best answer. Death is not terrible, especially It is... in some cases, death is really relief, not punishment."

The eyes of the cloud painting slowly solidified. She looked at Song Ci, her hands were shaking, her voice was low and hoarse. "So... that, I have to go."

Song Song slowly nodded. "Well, you go. If you go after... regret it, nothing... It’s an accident, no one can think of it, don’t... don’t slap the horn...”

The cloud painting barely hooked the lips, and she thanked Song Song for her kindness.

It’s just that Song’s remarks won’t know how low her bottom line is now, as long as he is alive, nothing more!

Song Song has confirmed that he is alive, so she can accept everything that is left.

"Qin Mo, you go out to pay attention, no one is allowed to enter here. Do you understand?"

Qin Mo nodded immediately. "Yes."

She looked at the cloud painting again and hesitated.

Song Ci came directly, kneel down, and gestured to cloud painting on his back, and he carried her inside.

Qin Mo is somewhat worried.

Cloud painting looked back at Qin Mo and glanced at her. "Go out."

Qin Mo nodded and turned to go out and execute the command of Song Ci.

Whether it is Song Ci or Yunhua, the two did not communicate, but they also had a tacit understanding. They did not let Qin Mo go in. Qin Mo is not uncomfortable, and he does not think that they are not taking him as their own.

Qin Mo was originally organized in a confidential manner. She knew that being a man could not have too much curiosity. Many, many things, not necessarily, are good things.

Song Ci and Yun Hua did not let her in, not to distrust her, but to protect her.

Qin ink quickly stepped away.

Song’s remarks are carrying clouds and step by step to the depths of the cave...

......

Fifteen days later.

January 30, 2011.

The third general hospital of the Imperial Capital, a special ward.

The thin board of the hospital bed is still asleep.

The data of all life monitoring instruments is completely normal.

Cloud painting personally scrubs his body, massages, turns over...

After a full set, it took more than an hour, and she was too tired to gasp.

When Ye Yuyu came over, Yunhuag just put on clothes for Bo Siqing and covered the thin quilt.

"Drawing, how do you do this yourself? Let the nurses do it." Ye Yuyu said with distress. "You are also physically weak now, so you are so tired that you are sweaty."

It’s been 30 days since they came back from abroad.

In this month's time, Ye Yuyu obviously lost a lot of weight, and her cheeks collapsed. She was slim and she looked even weaker, and her face was very pale.

At this time, I have to worry about cloud painting again.

She looked at the eyes of the cloud painting, and it was a distress that could not be concealed.

The cloud painting smiled a little. "Auntie, I am fine, and the activities are good. Otherwise, the whole person is like rust. I live very tired all day, too uncomfortable."

Ye Yuyu licked her lips and hugged the cloud painting tightly. She was holding back her emotions, but in the end, she could only suppress all her emotions once again, and said with a slight whim: "Drawing, too It’s hard for you, it’s too hard... too hard...”

The eyes of the cloud painting are sour, but there is no tears. Instead, he actively hugs Ye Yuyu. "Auntie Ye, Aqing is not dead, he will wake up!"

"I know, I know he will wake up. But..." Ye Yuyu’s voice shook a little. "But I don’t know at all. He is waking up, or he has been sleeping all the time. I... I... ...I don't believe...painting, I don't believe the conclusion of the investigation team! I don't believe it!"

Cloud painting lips, no buzz.

Ye Yuyu loosened the cloud painting and held her shoulder and looked at her earnestly. "Drawing, you tell me, it's not true, right? Aqing can't be like that... impossible..."

Cloud painting on the eyes of the upper leaves, she understands that it is the eyes of a loving mother.

can……

Who can deceive?

Cloud painting eyes stunned: "Auntie Ye, I hope that everything is not true. But... but I know better than anyone else, those are not fake... the results are correct."

"Impossible!" Ye Yuyu collapsed and cried, "Impossible, painting, how could it be... how could it be..."

The eyes of the cloud painting were extremely sour. She looked up and closed her eyes.

Ye Yuyu pains mourning...

Cloud painting suddenly remembered the time when Song Ci did not let her go, saying: Sometimes, death is not punishment, but relief, perhaps death, is the best answer.

Bo Siqing did not die, however...

Everyone is because of him, life is better than death!

From leaving to returning to China, this month's time is like a dream for cloud painting.

When Song Ci stopped her at the time, she would regret it.

(End of this chapter)