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Chapter 456: Killing Classmates Reunion

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    Wang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, and then continued slowly.

    ¡ª¡ª"I no longer pay attention to the reactions of the people around me, only him who is shining in my eyes.

    After singing, I bowed to the applause and stepped off the stage, feeling unable to calm down.  I don't care about the ranking, because I have obtained something more important than the ranking, and I also have something more important than the ranking.

    After the performance, my roommate patted me: "I didn't expect you to sing so well."

    I smiled a little embarrassedly, and he leaned over and said, "If everyone is free, I will treat you to dinner tonight!"

    When recalling these things, I still feel very warm in my heart. Having been loved by such a person, I think this life is enough.

    So think about it, it seems that we can accept our separation, love like a fairy, even God will be jealous.  "

    When Wang Xiaoxiao said this, he paused again. Chu Lihua knew that the turning point had begun.

    This time, Wang Xiaoxiao didn't speak for a while.

    The car fell into an eerie silence again.

    The sound of heavy rain outside the window did not abate in the slightest.

    After a while, Wang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath before speaking slowly.

    ¡ª¡ª"After his junior year, he decided to take the postgraduate entrance examination, and took the university entrance examination. He wanted to study finance, and he must look handsome in a suit walking on Wall Street. He said he wanted to make a lot of money and give me a good life. We repeated it time and time again.  Discussing how warm the small family is after marriage, he said that I am a female literary youth, and I will open a coffee shop for me to be the proprietress. I will run my own business, make coffee if I have a business, read books when I have nothing to do, and will never be affected.  Wronged.

    He also said that he wanted to buy a big house for my parents and make them feel ashamed. I regret it now.

    He is really a very kind and kind person.  But why don't good people get rewarded?

    That afternoon, he sent me a message telling me that he was going to attend a classmate's birthday party.

    After ten o'clock in the evening, he hadn't returned to the dormitory, so I told him to drink less alcohol, and then fell asleep when he couldn't hold back his sleepiness.

    Whenever I think of this, I can't wait to rush into the memory and stab myself.  Why not pick him up, why not go to the scene to stop him from drinking.

    The next day, I sent him a message in the morning, but he didn't reply.

    I sent him a message at noon, but still no reply.

    I was a little apprehensive, so I called, but no one answered.

    The class in the afternoon made me restless, so I decided to go to his school to find him as soon as school was over.  But when I called after school, there was a crying voice: "He's gone."

    gone?  What do you mean by gone?  For a while, I didn't come back to my senses: "Where did you go?"

    "died¡­¡­"

    My head was like 10,000 fireworks going off, my ears were buzzing, and I thought I was deaf, or maybe I was crazy.  What is he saying?  What died and who died?

    I ran to his school like crazy, and even forgot to take the car.  Along the way, I couldn't cry, I just moved my legs mechanically, I couldn't breathe, my lungs were exploding, and every time I ran, I had to lean against the wall and retch for a while.  Are you dreaming?  Are you dreaming?

    When I ran to his dormitory, there was only one roommate of his.

    "What's going on?" I looked at him and asked calmly, "Where's my boyfriend?"

    "He passed away. His family is at the funeral home now, you go, they know you."

    I didn't know what was going on until I was on the way to the funeral home.  What is vomit choking?  What is "he has been lying on his side and we thought he was drinking too much and sleeping, so we didn't call him, and when we found something wrong and shook him, he was already hard"?  What is mourning and obedience?

    When we arrived at the funeral home, we found him one by one. Who was the person lying there?  I don't know.  He is not my boyfriend, my boyfriend is alive, can breathe, can hug me with a smile, and can say a lot of warm words.

    Who is that stiff, cold, pale man?  So, my boyfriend is not dead, it's not him.

    Why are his roommates crying, why do they want to look at me, why are the two elders standing next to the ice coffin so similar to what I saw in the photo, but much older?

    Make a mistake.

    I turned around and left, but his roommate stopped me: "Don't you even look at him?"

    See who?  What's so interesting about it, what does the person lying there have to do with me, and I don't know him.

    I turned around distractedly, and tripped over the threshold, what, such an obvious threshold could not be seen, as expected, I hadn¡¯t woken up yet.

    "Are you smiling?  " said the aunt.

    I didn't dare to turn around, I just stood there in a daze.

    "We know you, he's told us many times. You can be here for a few days if you want."

    I walked over numbly, his mother patted me, there was a familiar smell on my body, it was his smell.

    In the next few days, selection of posthumous photos, farewell to the posthumous body, reception of teachers and classmates everything was so fast that I didn't feel it, didn't respond, and just stood there in a daze.

    Until the cremation, I watched him being pushed in, into the fire, as if my entire scalp had been ripped off, I suddenly screamed.

    I can't speak, I can't form a complete language, I just scream, and then rush forward, I want to stop them, stop those people from burning him.

    Auntie and uncle rushed to pull me, tears streaming down my face.  I almost punched and kicked, why, they want to burn your son to death!  Don't you even pull it?  !

    Then, the tall man of 1.82 meters turned into a small can of ash.  In the past, you hugged me with a huff, but now I can lift you up so easily, isn't it amazing?

    You take care of me, protect me, let me survive under the wings, and even be reborn, like a puzzle piece, stuffed into the black hole that I have been missing, now, I have to put you in the black hole, and I have to bury you  stand up.

    Until now, I haven't accepted the fact that he has left, except for the incident of cremation, I have always been ignorant.  I don't know what happened, all neural perception seems to be interrupted.

    There are memories everywhere, and his breath everywhere.  We have walked this road, we have eaten together in that store, we have kissed on this step Everything, every brick and tile in this city has him, where has he gone?  Well.

    I was wearing his clothes, holding his schoolbag, flipping through his books, and I still had breath and temperature.  My uncle and aunt gave me his wallet with our photos and the date written on the back.  If there is still unspent money in the wallet, then I will keep it.

    I never feel that he disappears, I just miss him when I eat, sleep, study, and breathe.  He's not here anymore, he's gone to a far away place, and one day I'll go find him, so I'm not scared at all.  "(Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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