Mr. Quan, please take care

Chapter 802 Great Compassion Without Words, Cry For Him
Shen Qian died.

Died in the assassination that rushed to Shenhou.

This suburb, this mountain villa, became the burial ground of him and Shen Zongming at the same time.

There are photos in the front, leanings in the back, mountains and water behind.

Compared to Shen Zongming's turbulent memorial service, Shen Qian walked quietly without any condolence ceremony.

There is only a brand new tombstone, and the photo left on it is engraved with his appearance, with a smile on his brows and eyes, still warm and moist.

Shen Hou stood in the wind in plain clothes, her long hair flying wildly.

The black pupils stared fixedly at the tombstone, as if they were out of focus, and seemed to look deeper through this pile of cold stones.

Behind her, Chu Yujiang was on alert, his sharp eyes watching her surroundings vigilantly.

The two teams of black-clothed bodyguards next to him all had grim expressions.

After such a thrilling experience, Shen Wei was protected layer by layer.

Before Quan Hanting came back, Chu Yujiang carried Shen Yu's life on his shoulders, and he didn't dare to relax at all.

Suddenly, Shen Yu squatted down and straightened the bouquet with her own hands.

Chu Yujiang looked at her back, even if he squatted down, he was still straight, tough, indifferent, and unkind.

But why does he feel sad?

More shocking than crying, more powerful than roaring.

There is no sound in the big voice, and there is no words in the great sadness, maybe that's exactly the case.

Shen Wei raised her eyes, and her eyes lingered over the words on the tombstone, but her memory drifted back to the day when she was attacked...

Shen Qian was sent to the ambulance, and Shen Yu let him hold his wrist and sit quietly by the side.

There were no tears in the eyes, but the sockets were red.

When the doctor announced that he had no vital signs, Shen Yu seemed to be suddenly stimulated by something, and suddenly tried to pull out his hand. The fierce force and fierce eyes almost made the doctors and nurses mistakenly think that there was something wrong between the two of them. Blood feud.

"Shen Qian, if you die, don't drag me!"

"Don't you want to know why I said you slapped me? Well, I'll tell you as long as you hold on."

Shen Wei pulled too hard, and Shen Qian pulled it so tightly that his whole body was almost dragged up.

The nurse's expression changed drastically.

The doctor scolded: "What the hell are you doing?! Stop—"

Shen Yu turned his eyes sharply: "Didn't you say that he has no vital signs? Doesn't the lack of vital signs mean that he is dead? Since they are all dead, I can pull and pull as much as I want. Could there be a worse result than this?!"

Facing that gaze, the doctor seemed to see a ferocious beast, with scarlet eyes growling, "You..."

As if there really was no outcome worse than death.

"But you can't disrespect the dead..."

Before the doctor finished speaking, the nurse observing the instrument data suddenly exclaimed: "Yes, yes! The patient's heartbeat has recovered, but it is still very weak..."

"Immediately prepare for another first aid!"

"Yes."

Along the way, the ambulance drove like lightning, relying on the stimulation of Shen Yu's words, Shen Qian managed to make it to the hospital in a daze.

The door of the operating room was closed, as if separating two spaces.

Shen Yu is outside, and Shen Qian is inside, life and death are between the opening and closing.

I don't know how long it took, but before the lights in the operating room were turned off, Chu Yujiang had already arrived.

He thought that he might never forget the scene he saw at that time...

Even if the corridors of the hospital are brightly lit, they still cannot hide the coldness and coldness.

And amidst this bleakness, on the cold metal seat, a black figure sat quietly.

The back is straight, without revealing a trace of fragility, and naturally no sadness can be seen.

She just sat quietly like this, as if she was attending a serious meeting or listening to a solemn symphony.

Chu Yujiang couldn't help but lighten his steps and approach slowly.

really--

There were no tears on the woman's face, only residual bloodstains.

The face is pale, the veins are blue, and the blood is red.

He knelt down, and with a soft voice he had never had before, he whispered, "Miss Shen?"

Eyeballs moved twice: "...Huh?"

Chu Yujiang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you all right?"

Shake your head slowly.

What follows is a long and agonizing wait.

Until, the operating lights went out, the door opened from the inside, and the doctors and nurses came out one after another——

"Who are the family members of the patient?"

Shen Yu stood up slowly, her figure was very stable, her gaze was fixed: "Me."

But Chu Yujiang clearly saw her tightly clenched her palms, her veins showing.

"We tried our best. The bullet grazed the artery. It is a miracle that we can survive until now. Let's go in and see him for the last time..."

After speaking, he shook his head and let out a long sigh.

Due to the special situation of the patient, who was injured by a gunshot wound, the hospital had to immediately contact the police to explain the situation, and there was no way to stop it for a while.

operating room.

The shadowless lamp had been turned off, and Shen Qian was lying on the cold operating table. Even after the treatment, the air still smelled of blood.

"Wu Wan..." He moved his lips lightly, but unfortunately he couldn't make a clear sound after all, only the friction of breath.

Shen Yu stepped forward, looked at his no longer cloudy pupils, and hummed softly.

"You know... I actually... don't want to be your brother..." There was still only breath colliding.

But she could hear clearly.

"Yes, I know." Always knew.

"when?"

"You send me the tears of Ares."

He was not surprised, on the contrary, he was clear: "I knew it... I knew it... I'm fine now, don't be afraid... because... I'm going to die soon..."

Shen Yu shook her head gently: "Good people don't live long, but evil people last for thousands of years. You don't die so easily."

"I'm not afraid... really... not afraid at all... I can finally ask... those words..."

She looked down.

The man said stubbornly: "Do you...do you like...me..."

"..."

"No, is it?"

"..."

"If... I die... will you cry for me?"

Shen Yu bit her lip and roared in a broken voice: "I said you won't die! Don't you understand?!"

At the same time as he was furious, tears rolled down from the sockets of his eyes, just falling on the man's cheeks.

pat!

His eyelids, which were about to droop, lifted up again with difficulty, and he opened his mouth, like a fish exhausted after swimming to the end: "It's... hot..."

Then he laughed uncontrollably, shaking all over with laughter, and finally turned into convulsions.

He said, "You—would—"

This time it wasn't the breath, but the sound, which stopped abruptly after being loud.

The smile froze on the man's face.

With the eyes closed at the same time, condensed into eternity.

The wind blew gently, and Shen Wei broke free from the memory, looking at the photo of the man on the tombstone: "Is it worth it?"

This question could not be asked until the last second before his death.

Now that the question has been asked, it is destined that no one will answer it.

"Selfish, calm, strong, unscrupulous, and interests first, this is what you should have."

"Deal with me, humiliate me, crush me, and refuse to save me. This is the attitude you should have towards me."

"But why did it change? Am I different, or are you different?"

"Obviously you are still that Shen Qian..." Only I am not that Shen Wan...

She stood up and took two steps back, the wind blew up her plain skirt.

"Originally, we could not owe each other. We could be the purest opponents. We didn't feel sorry for each other. You just lived and died. But you shouldn't..." The voice went hoarse, "It shouldn't end in this way, let me owe you forever, and even pay back Not even given the chance to..."

"You're dead, it's all over; but I'm still alive, burdened with guilt, and every step in the future will carry your weight forward."

"It's so cruel..."

At this time, a bodyguard in black suddenly stepped forward and whispered in Chu Yujiang's ear.

The latter gritted his teeth and stepped forward, reminding Shen Yu: "We should go."

She lowered her head and put on the sunglasses in her hand, covering all the emotions in her eyes, and raised her jaw slightly: "Let's go."

A group of people came quietly and left quietly.

Except for the bouquet of flowers placed in front of the tomb and the footprints on the ground, everything remains the same and has not changed.

The sun is still so bright, the wind is still sweeping the heat, and the smiles of the people in the photos remain the same, showing elegance.

……

Two days later, Dongli Villa.

Chu Yujiang: "There is news."

Shen Yu's eyes froze.

She is still the same person, but Chu Yujiang always feels that something has changed in her.

For example, those eyes that were originally good at hiding, at this moment, did not conceal the murderous intent and coldness in them.

"Go to the study and talk."

"it is good."

The two entered the room one after the other, and Shen Yu sat in Quan Hanting's seat, but Chu Yujiang didn't feel that it was against harmony at all.

Maybe it's because she's used to it, or maybe it's because she looks more and more like Grandpa...

(End of this chapter)