kiss wild rose

Chapter 33
Since the breakup in the bar that day, Cen Ying hasn't come to look for him or bother him for half a month.

She is also getting used to slowly peeling off his life.

Rao Ziyang even teased him afterwards, saying that he was really not afraid of Cen Ying publishing the audio, after all, he spread rumors.

But Jiang Yichen had a nonchalant look on his face, and he really didn't seem to care much.

Until Jiang Yichen almost forgot about this person, Cen Ying contacted him again, saying that he wanted to go to his house to get the CD left there last time.

Jiang Yichen said to send it to her, but she insisted on getting it by herself, and by the way deleted the audio in front of him, and let him understand that she, Cen Ying, is not the one who clings to her.

Seeing her persistence, he agreed.

After agreeing to this matter, Jiang Yichen regretted it a hundred times and couldn't get it back.

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The sun in Beicheng is very strong today, it seems to be the last scorching sun of this autumn.

"Where are you?" He asked a little impatiently.

The appointment time yesterday is now 10 minutes late.

He still has to go to the arranger to listen to the demo this afternoon, so he is in a hurry.

The girl's voice was dull, losing the freshness of the past, as if she was silently trying to persuade her to stay: "Jiang Yichen, do we have to break up?"

After a long time, he responded, "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "bang" sound from the phone, accompanied by Cen Ying's scream.

At that moment, Jiang Yichen's brain seemed to be froze and hesitated. After two seconds, he dropped the phone and ran to the window sill to watch.

Downstairs on the side of the road, a car accident just happened, and Cen Ying fell into a pool of blood like a broken rag doll, her thigh was run over by a large truck, and she was still holding the broken mobile phone tightly in her hand.

The page stays on the call record with Jiang Yichen.

Her eyes were wide open, her face was extremely painful, her arms were bent behind her back, and the pain could almost penetrate the nerves.

Without even thinking about it, Jiang Yichen started running downstairs.

The truck driver was at a loss. He really didn't see the girl crossing the road, so he suddenly wore it. At that time, he was talking on the phone with his wife about picking up the child from school in the afternoon.

He was so frightened that he didn't hang up the phone, and staggered out of the car to check the situation.

Cen Ying was vomiting blood all the time, and his hands and feet were hit and crushed to a terrible degree. The driver was frightened, ignored his wife's inquiries, hung up his wife's phone and dialed 120.

When Jiang Yichen rushed down, Cen Ying was hanging on her last breath, she even opened her mouth with great effort, her hands and feet didn't seem to belong to her anymore.

Pain, pain, all over the body.

Jiang Yichen didn't dare to touch her, so he could only comfort her: "Hold on, 120 is coming soon!"

At that moment, Jiang Yichen's whole head seemed to be congested with blood, and his whole body was numb. He couldn't wait for him to think about it.

Cen Ying exhausted all his strength before reaching out and tugging at the corner of his clothes. On the verge of powerlessness, Jiang Yichen held back her bloody palm.

This place is far away from the urban area, because Jiang Yichen doesn't like to be noisy, so he chose to live in the suburbs, and it took at least three to ten minutes for the nearest hospital to arrive from the urban area.

She was bleeding all the time, and everywhere she was injured, she was bleeding profusely, as if a container full of blood had been knocked over.

"Jiang..." she whispered, and more and more blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

Jiang Yichen quickly responded: "I'm here, I'm here, the ambulance will be here soon, Cen Ying, promise me to hold on..."

This time, before he finished speaking, Cen Ying lowered her hand, and she closed her eyes, as if no matter who called her, she would never respond again.

When the ambulance came, Jiang Yichen was trembling all over, holding her fragmented body on a stretcher.

In the ambulance, the ambulance personnel began to rescue her. Her lifeline has always been a gentle straight line. No matter how much the defibrillator's voltage is applied, that lifeline has no ups and downs.

She was pronounced dead before reaching the hospital.

The journey from the suburbs to the hospital seemed like an endless night, and he was out of breath every time he passed through a tunnel.

On the day of Cen Ying's accident, Cen Ying's parents rushed over from the town after receiving the notice.

When I sent that girl away, she was still alive and kicking, but when I saw her again, she was already a dead body lying there.

When Rao Ziyang rushed to the hospital, he was watching a middle-aged woman over fifty years old crying and beating Jiang Yichen.

She pulled Jiang Yichen's arm and pushed it back, shouting, "Give me back my daughter, you give me back my daughter!"

Jiang Yichen didn't say a word, his slender figure was turned against the light, his body was stained with blood, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

On his face, there was a bloodstain scratched by nails, which was just scratched by Cen Ying's mother.

He didn't seem to know the pain, just stood there, like a bamboo pole that wouldn't fall down, despite being beaten and scolded.

In the corridor of the hospital mortuary, doctors can hear such cries and scolding every day, and they are used to it.

Rao Ziyang hurried up to pull away, and Cen Ying's father also pulled away Cen Ying's mother.

The family members need to go in to claim it. When Cen Ying's mother uncovered the white cloth, she couldn't bear the blow and broke down emotionally.

Jiang Yichen stood there, looking at Cen Ying's mother unable to cry, it was as if someone had grabbed his heart, the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.

His voice was hoarse, his tone was weak, his hands were hanging down, and his whole body was depressed: "Rao Ziyang, what should I do, I killed someone."

"Jiang Yichen, it's not like you ran into someone to death, don't take everything on yourself."

Jiang Yichen slammed his fist on the wall, his eyes dimmed, and regretted endlessly: "But I called her here, and I insisted on breaking up with her. If I had a better attitude, if I hadn't called to urge her, if I hadn't Break up with her, she won't die..."

Rao Ziyang had never seen him like this before, he was used to seeing Jiang Yichen indifferent, Jiang Yichen should be indifferent to everything and everyone.

After getting along for so many years, Rao Ziyang has never seen him so miserable in defeat.

He was standing beside Jiang Yichen, and he didn't know how to persuade him. Cen Ying's death couldn't be said to have nothing to do with Jiang Yichen, but Jiang Yichen was his brother and would always support him.

When Zhong Ze got the news, it was already the next day, and Jiang Yichen locked himself up so that no one would disturb him.

"How did you deal with it?" Zhong Ze handed Rao Ziyang a cigarette.

He took it, with a sad face: "How can I deal with it, it's not because of him."

"Hey, why is this bastard so unlucky, nothing good happened to him."

In fact, they all understood how much damage this matter would cause in Jiang Yichen's heart.

It's not just Jiang Yichen, no matter who it falls on, it will be a shocking experience, and my conscience will not let go.

(End of this chapter)