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Chapter 270 Suspected withdrawal of drug (1)
She backed away abruptly, no, this is not Yi Chen, how could this man with open eyes and frightening eyes be her favorite Yi Chen, but, what was hanging around his neck was a gift she gave Yi Chen.

She finally discovered that even a gentle person would be cold and frightening after death.

"Early summer."

Zuo Cheng went to help her, she stretched out her hand, pushed him away, pointed at the cabinet with trembling hands: "Look, he didn't even close his eyes, he must be waiting for me. But I just came now, he must have been waiting for a long, long time .”

Zuo Cheng hugged her tightly, leaned his hands on her eyes, his dry voice seemed to suppress something, and said heavily, "Xia Chu, don't look."

She stretched out her hand, pushed Zuo Cheng's hand away fiercely, and almost stumbled towards him: "No, I want to see it. I didn't see him for the last time when he was alive. If I don't see him now, I won't have another chance." gone."

Zuo Cheng remained motionless, his hand, hanging in the air, touched the coldness of his hand.

She lay on the cabinet, lifted the white cloth a little more, stretched out her hand to brush the translucent white face, inch by inch: "Besides, didn't you lock him in such a cold place just to wait for me to see him? "

Her fingertips were so cold that it reached her bone marrow, she began to tremble, and that kind of needle-like pain began to spread from her fingertips, but she didn't want to let go, how could she let go, her Yi Chen, for waiting for her to close her eyes None of them are closed yet.

Zuo Cheng's face also turned pale, and his dark pupils dilated: "Xia Chu, be obedient, go out, okay?"

He reached out to hold her hand, but she avoided it.

"Yi Chen, I'm late, do you blame me?" She moved her hand to the pair of eyes that were no longer gentle, she looked at the face that frightened her, but refused to blink, "You must be blaming me, otherwise why It’s been so long and I still refuse to close my eyes. It’s tiring to keep my eyes open like this. Will you sleep well? I’m not going anywhere this time, so I’ll stay here with you, okay?”

The hand moved bit by bit, under the palm, the man's long eyelashes, which were always soft before, were cold and hard, slowly drooping.

Her Yi Chen finally closed her eyes, and she closed them too, laying down on the white cloth, not speaking, and breathing lightly.

Suddenly, his left hand was pulled up, and Zuo Cheng's voice pierced into his ear: "Xia Chu, wake up, he is already dead."

She looked up and wanted to say: He is dead, why are you still alive?Without saying a word, she pulled the corners of her lips, she seemed to be frozen, and said very dullly: "I know, he is dead, don't you want to die with peace?"

Zuo Cheng's beautiful eyes were stained with fear, and he seemed to be shattered into various spots in a panic. He hugged her and dragged her back: "Chu Xia, don't do this."

She who had been quiet from the beginning suddenly struggled like crazy, she almost screamed: "Go out, Yi Chen likes to be quiet."

Zuo Cheng only saw such a heart-piercing, hysterical Jiang Xiachu once, seven years ago, when Ji Qiancheng died.

He was stunned, his eyes were cold and miserable, but she bit his hand hard.

He didn't move, for a long, long time, until her mouth was full of fishy smell, she let go, walked back precariously, lay down, and said to the cold corpse: "Yi Chen, I won't make you wait any longer." Yi Chen rubbed his hands slowly, "It's not cold anymore, it won't be cold soon."

"At the beginning of Xia..." Zuo Cheng fell hard and hit the corner of the cabinet.

"Shh." She made a silent gesture, "Stop disturbing my Yi Chen."

My Yi Chen... She always calls this man so affectionately.

Zuo Cheng laughed out loud, so hard that a drop of crystal slipped from the corner of his eye.

Who would have thought that in this cold morgue, facing Yi Chen's corpse, Zuo Cheng would be the first to cry.

She whispered: "You go out."

"get out."

"..."

Over and over again, mechanically, in a daze.

Zuo Cheng got up slowly, almost staggering, turned around, walked out step by step, bowed his body, the tears in the corners of his eyes were a little turbulent.

This man never cries, this man never bends down, this man never abandons his favorite Jiang Xiachu, today, in this cold morgue, he will do all these things that he would never do... Done.

He didn't look back all the time, at the door, Zuo Cheng stopped, his back arched badly.

Jiang Xiachu suddenly raised his head, looked at the man's back, and said calmly, "Zuo Cheng, I will never forgive you."

He sneered, turned around, and closed the door.

"what--"

The moment the door closed, there was a heart-piercing cry from inside.

It turned out that it wasn't that she didn't cry, but she just didn't want to cry in front of Zuo Cheng.

She cried for a long time, and then the tears ran dry, she fell asleep with Yi Chen in her arms.

For two days, she didn't step out of the morgue, Zuo Cheng has been guarding the door, crying until there are no tears, for his woman, his poor woman.

On the third day, it was quiet inside, Zuo Cheng opened the door and went in, she was already unconscious.

On the sixth day, Qi Yichen was buried and his ashes were scattered in the Yaruqier River in the United States. Jiang Xiachu was still in a coma.

On the ninth day, when Jiang Xiachu woke up, Zuo Cheng took her to the Yaruqier River, where she sat for a whole day.

No. 11 days, Jiang Xiachu didn't know who he was anymore.

On the 450th and sixth day, Jiang Xiachu smiled at Zuo Cheng and said she was Jiang Shenxia.

Memories are too painful, after thinking about it two years later, Jiang Xiachu still feels the pain, as if his heart has been gouged out, then stitched up again, and then there is an empty piece, it hurts even if it is patched up, and it hurts if it is not patched up.

She was still curled up on the bed, pulling up the quilt to wrap herself up.

"It's so cold." He whispered like a dreamer.

It seems that since two years ago, she has been especially afraid of the cold.

Maybe it was locked in the room all the time, Jiang Xiachu was in a daze all day long, Zuo Cheng only came in to see her every dinner time, he didn't speak, just watched her quietly, and then he didn't leave until she fell asleep.

As of today, she has not stepped out of the room for five days. When loneliness and longness become a habit, she no longer feels lonely or long.

On the sixth day, she walked out of the room because of Qin Xiyuan.

Because he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, Jiang Xiachu's face was very pale, and he was lying sideways on the soft chair on the balcony, feeling sluggish.

"Doctor Qin."

"Ah."

After being silent for a while, she said: "Once upon a time, besides Yi Chen, you were the only friend I believed in."

Qin Xiyuan froze for a moment, turned her head to look at Jiang Xiachu, and then said nothing, the soft hypnotic music couldn't soften the cold atmosphere.

Still in an understatement tone, she continued: "But now." Stretching out her hand to block the slightly glaring sunlight, she said flatly, "I can't believe it anymore."

Qin Xi smiled wryly. Yi Chen once said that this woman has very little trust, and she only gives it once. She won't even blame or question her. She will start to be quiet, and then she will be quiet to you forever, without complaining or bothering you. In the end it turned out to be irrelevant.

(End of this chapter)