Evil President 【End】

When 051 was found, it was already three days later.

When Zhixing stood in the morgue, looking at the decomposed corpse in the freezer, she walked over in a daze, "Friend, don't sleep, get up quickly, we still have time, and we still have time to find the antidote... Big deal, cultivate antibodies in my body this time! Let me save you!"

"You...get up..." Zhixing stepped forward to pull him, but was stopped by the people on the side, "Miss, you can't."

Zhixing turned around blankly, pointed at 051, "He is my friend."

"Uh, I know, that doesn't work either. You have to go through the relevant procedures..." The staff next to him, with a businesslike tone, obviously regarded 051 as a homeless man who can be seen everywhere on the street.

Zhixing could no longer hear what the people behind him were saying, he just stared at his corpse, stretched out his hand, and caressed his festering skin.

Tears fell drop by drop.

"Fool, you haven't finished your story yet, how can you just fall asleep like this?"

In the story, there are his beautiful childhood, the friendship he is proud of, and... the love he has never been able to say...

Zhixing couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed over crying, "Who wants you to be smart? Who wants you to sacrifice? The one lying here should be me! It's me!!"

At this time, the person lying there was just like when she first met him, quiet and gentle, exuding a calm and gentle temperament.

"We still have time! There is still time! Get up! Get up..." At the end of crying, her voice was completely hoarse, she grabbed him and refused to let go no matter what.

The staff behind her had no choice but to pull her away, "Miss, please calm down."

"There is still time... There is still time..." Zhixing cried and struggled, "Wake up, please wake up, we still have time...I can save you...let me save you...let me I will give you my life back!!"

Her cries resounded through the cold and silent morgue.She stretched out her hand in vain, wanting to grab, but couldn't grab anything, she could only watch him—the man who was ruthless on the training ground, the man who hugged her to the warm bed in the middle of the night, the man who desperately The man who rescued her from the island, the man who wrote the love movement with his life, is getting farther and farther away from him...

It was already night when we returned to the old apartment that was in disrepair.

Just as Zhixing was about to open the door, someone behind her stopped her, "Miss...excuse me, are you Arno's friend?"

Zhixing turned around numbly, and saw an old woman with gray hair looking at him curiously.

"Arno..." she murmured, the name was very unfamiliar to her.

"Uh, he is a very tall, very gentle and handsome young man." The old woman struggled to describe it.

Zhixing reacted slowly, "Friend..."

The old lady happily asked, "Miss, are you really his friend?"

Zhixing held back the tears that were about to fill his eyes, gritted his teeth, and nodded, "Yes, I am his friend. Best, friend!"

"That would be great." The old woman tremblingly took out a stack of letters from her satchel and handed them to her, "This is from Arno's father. He has not been at home, so I have to keep it all for him." Please leave it to him."

After receiving it, looking at the thick stack of letters in his hand, tears could not stop rolling down.

Back in the room, she sat down, hesitated, and opened the first envelope...

This is written by 051's father. The letter is full of confession as a father. Between the lines, there is a deep love for his son.The last letter was sent last month, and he said, "Son, when Dad goes out, he will definitely give you a happy home."

Seeing this, she clutched the letters tightly, imagining how happy 051 would be when she saw them, she was already crying.

Night came again as expected.

There is no lack of footsteps coming and going in the world, and whoever stops, it seems insignificant. Such a tiny speck of dust does not even leave a trace. Once the wind blows and smoothes the footprints, it is the same calm.

But in her eyes, he is a big tree that can't fall down, who brought her life, gave her hope, and is a friend she can never forget in her whole life...friend.

051's funeral was very simple, Zhixing was the only one.

Standing in front of his tombstone, stroking the photo on it, she smiled, "Hey, friend, don't worry, you will not be alone. We have an appointment. Every year, I will come to see you, and I will tell you a lot My story... I will give you all my future memories. Let it become yours."

The man in the photo has peaceful eyes and a gentle smile.

Those eyes stared at her deeply, like treasures.

*…*

Zuo Xuan and Ah Xian had already left for two days, and those who stayed in the apartment building seemed to be preoccupied.

Lan sat in the living room with Xiao Ji, beside the lazy black cat.Aunt Liu made some snacks and brought them out for everyone, "Young master, let's have some snacks."

Xiao Ji shook his head, Lan looked at it, and quickly persuaded, "Young master, what can you do if you eat so little these days? In case, if Master Jie comes back and finds that you have lost weight, he will definitely punish him!"

Hearing Brother, Xiao Ji buried his head even lower, biting his lip, "The stupid woman is gone, and Brother has left too...they don't even want me anymore, do they?"

"who said it!"

The sudden voice at the door startled everyone.

Everyone looked there in a daze, their eyes widened, for fear that in the blink of an eye, this person would disappear, and even breathing would become extravagant.

The atmosphere was eerie, accompanied by suppressed excitement.

"Miss, miss!" Mrs. Liu rushed over excitedly, hugging the tired girl at the door.

Immediately, Xiao Ji jumped off the sofa and rushed over, "Stupid woman!!"

Zhixing smiled and rubbed his head, "Boy, when I'm not around, what are you thinking about alone? Who would want you!"

"Miss Zhixing!!" Lan rushed over, staring at her in disbelief, "Oh my God, is this true? Is it true? Or is it true? You are not... not on the uninhabited island..."

Aunt Liu gave him a hard look when she turned around, "Xiao Lan, don't talk nonsense!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Lan was both surprised and delighted, "Bah, bah, bah, I'm talking nonsense, I'm talking nonsense! As long as Miss Weaving Star is fine, as long as you come back..."

"Stupid woman..." Xiao Ji hugged her tightly, his voice choked up, "I thought... I, I would never see you again..."

Zhixing smiled, bent down and pinched his little face, "How could I be willing to leave you? And... that guy."

Outside the house, in a black car, a pair of deep eyes followed her closely until her figure disappeared into the apartment.

In the front, Mi Zun turned his head, "Boss, we have followed all the way until now, and let her go back like this?"

Leng Yiran slowly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, restrained the complexity there, and said coldly, "Let's go."

"Yes."