My dear President, Please make a detour

In the bar.

Chen Xiaoxing pulls the drunken Si Xiuqi up from the table. Seeing that his expression is still dull and his face is full of beard, he is angry and wants to cry.

"Si Xiuqi, you tortured yourself like this. Don't you want to live?"

"Let go!" Si Xiuqi continued to fall on the table, looked at the wine bottle and glass on the table, and suddenly poured another glass into it.

Chen Xiaoxing looked at him drinking and felt that he was really dead.

She rushed up to stop, but she felt she couldn't stop.

How painful Si Xiuqi is now, how painful she is.

Three months ago, the news of Feng qianxuan's death came. Up to now, many people still haven't come out.

Especially Si Xiuqi.

Since he left the hospital, Si Xiuqi began to soak in the bar. The whole person was like a puppet who lost his life.

And she, without Feng qianxuan, was also unemployed, and finally followed Si Xiuqi to take care of Zimu.

Sister Ali also disappeared. It must be that Feng qianxuan died. She was more sad than others.

"Mr. Si, let's go back. Zimu is still waiting for you to go home."

Chen Xiaoxing couldn't help but walk over and whispered.

Si Xiuqi raised his head from a pile of wine bottles, and his face was a little confused.

"Mr. Si, it's too late. If you don't go back, Zimu will be afraid."

Sixiuqi's face was moved and painful.

Knowing that he was shaking, Chen Xiaoxing went to help him.

Chen Xiaoxing takes sixiuqi home. As soon as he enters the house, sixiuqi faints and enters the room.

"Mr. Si, you entered the wrong room..."

Chen Xiaoxing opens his mouth and thinks of the place where Feng qianxuan once lived. Now it is Si Xiuqi's room.

Chen Xiaoxing didn't know what to do, so he had to cook sober soup.

After cooking, she carefully opened the door.

She thought she would see sixiuqi fall asleep drunk.

But I didn't think he was just sitting in front of the window.

Chen Xiaoxing screamed with fear and ran to the window to grab Si Xiuqi.

"Mr. Si, you can't jump down. You still have to live. You still have son mu." Chen Xiaoxing was about to cry.

"I'm fine." Si Xiuqi looked at her and knew that she had been worried about him these days.

Chen Xiaoxing looked into his eyes and showed some sadness on his face.

Although Si Xiuqi didn't cry, Chen Xiaoxing always felt that his heart was dripping blood.

When she was discharged from the hospital, she saw his friend coming. It was a very bright woman.

She still remembers that she said, "it's a matter of a lifetime if a fickle person moves his heart."

She didn't understand at that time, but she understood at this time.

Chen Xiaoxing burst into tears. The last time he cried so hard was when he learned of Feng qianxuan's death.

"Mr. Si, you must live well. Really, sister Xuan must think so. Please don't live up to it."

"You go out, I don't want to commit suicide." Si Xiuqi paused, leaned weakly against the wall, "help me get a cigarette."

Chen Xiaoxing looked at his expressionless face and nodded:

"OK."

When lit, the smell of cigarettes drifts in the room, which makes people smell a bit intoxicating.

The smoke turned into white fog in the dark room, and Si Xiuqi coughed twice.

These days, his health is bad again. When he is free, let him go to the hospital to have a physical examination.

Chen Xiaoxing carefully closed the door and looked at the sky that was about to light up outside the window.

Drew a line somewhere on the calendar.

The 101st day.

Sister Xuan, this is the 101st day you left.

We all miss you.

Chen Xiaoxing covered his mouth and held back his tears.

She knew that there was a more sad person in the room.

Separated from her.

Si Xiuqi smoked several cigarettes one after another.

My mind is full of Feng qianxuan.

Happy her, unhappy her.

She is charming and occasionally unreasonable.

Enchanting and moving her, and she who loves him.

For a moment, take it out of your life.

He once thought he couldn't lose Feng qianxuan, but now he thinks it's not impossible. After Feng qianxuan left, Si Xiuqi also left.

"Since you can't be with me, why did you provoke me, Feng qianxuan?"

Si Xiuqi whispered.

"I know I can't be with you. Why should I be moved?"

Si Xiuqi asked a few questions, and a tear slipped from his eyes.

The warm touch was like the tears of Feng qianxuan on his face.

Warm and clean.

The next day.

Chen Xiaoxing got up early and thought that Mr. Si was drunk yesterday and didn't drink the sobering soup. He was going to heat him up.

Before I got to the kitchen, I smelled a smell of rice.

"Wow, there's a snail girl at home."

As soon as she entered the kitchen, she was stunned.

"Mr. si..."

Si Xiuqi was dressed in neat casual clothes and his face was shaved clean.

"Get up?" Si Xiuqi turned his head.

"Ah? Ah! Get up! You get up too!" Chen Xiaoxing thought he was dreaming and patted his head.

"Well, go and get Zimu up and you can eat."

Chen Xiaoxing entered the room in a trance.

As soon as I opened the door, my spirit was shocked.

That was Si Xiuqi just now!

Yeah, yeah!

Mr. Si, has he finally come out?

Chen Xiaoxing was at a loss for a moment.

Then he happily went to wake up Si Zimu.

After breakfast, Chen Xiaoxing went downstairs and found that the rainy weather finally had sunshine today.

Chen Xiaoxing took a deep breath of sunshine, pulled the prepared sizimu and looked at today's schedule.

Go to kindergarten first and shoot in the afternoon.

Si Zimu drove over. They got into the car and blinked at Si Xiuqi.

"Why, there are flowers on my face?"

"No, no... Mr. Si, are you going to work today?"

"Yes, I have to go to work." Mr. Si turned his eyes and started the car.

There was some blank on his face.

Blank

Chen Xiaoxing suddenly realized that Si Xiuqi didn't come out... But really hid his past emotions.

I hope Mr. Si can come out slowly.

People like sister Xuan... How can they die

Chen Xiaoxing's eyes were hot and forced himself to bear it.

*

In foreign hospitals, the woman lying in bed gently moved her eyelids, slowly opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.

Black and white eyes turned and looked at the quiet ward suspiciously.

She seems to have slept for a long time.

She slept so long that she felt she had died once.

She raised her finger and brushed it aside. The instrument on the table fell and rushed in. Suddenly, she shouted, "Miss, wake up and go to the doctor..."

Then, footsteps were heard in the ward, and doctors and nurses examined her for a while.

She was manipulated for a long time, with slightly clean eyes, blinking and looking at the person in front of her.

Confused and innocent.