Wu Zhaoyun bent down to touch Ji Rao's hand on his abdomen.

It's cold to start with.

He also felt Ji Rao's face in disbelief, which was also cold to the heart.

Wu Zhaoyun shook Ji Rao, "Ji Rao, Ji Rao!"

He shook his hands to dial 120, and then picked Ji Rao out of bed.

Ji Rao has no strength all over his body, but he is leaning to one side without sound.

Wu Zhaoyun immediately turned red. He held Ji Rao in his arms and used his own face to kiss Wen jirao's face. He bowed his head to kiss Ji Rao's forehead. "Don't do this. Don't do this to me, Ji Rao."

His voice is repressed, choking almost can not hear what he said, he is so futile holding Ji Rao, "why ah, why ah!"

Ji Rao was not sent to the hospital, the doctor came to determine the death.

Wu Zhaoyun grabbed the doctor's hand. He was so strong that he wanted to pinch a piece of meat. He almost roared and asked, "why don't you save him! Why don't you help him! Take him to the hospital. There's time. There's time. "

The doctor just said coldly, "Sir, calm down. This gentleman really has no breath, no heartbeat, dilated pupils, no physiological reaction

Wu Zhaoyun holds Ji Rao in his arms. He buries his head in front of Ji Rao's neck and finally chokes.

He Qizhao knew that Ji Rao was gone on the day of his son's funeral. When he arrived, there were only two people standing there.

One is Wu Zhaoyun, the other is Tao Mingshuo.

Tao Mingshuo thinks it's incredible. He was still talking to himself the night before yesterday. Why is it gone now.

"How did you get there?"

"Sleeping pills for suicide."

Dressed in black, Wu Zhaoyun looks at Ji Rao's black-and-white photo in front of him. He doesn't know what he's looking at. He just stares at it all the time. He doesn't have any expression on his face. But if you just look at it, you can feel the sadness and despair.

"When?"

"It was 12:30 the night before yesterday, and the time of death was 1:00 in the morning."

Tao Mingshuo was stunned.

That night, he spent half an evening in the downstairs of Wu Zhaoyun's house. Did Ji Rao swallow sleeping pills upstairs at that time?

"In fact, he has long wanted to leave. The piano is really his life. The doctor said that his depression has improved. I thought it was OK. I don't even know when he bought that bottle of sleeping pills." Wu Zhaoyun suddenly pulled the corner of his lip to smile, but the smile was very ugly. "I didn't know he wanted to leave like this. As long as I left for a little while, he would disappear."

He is selfish. He just wants to keep Ji Rao, but he doesn't know that Ji Rao has no nostalgia for the world.

The news of Ji Rao's death was not announced. At his own command, his legacy was donated to the poor mountainous areas, including those shares Ji could inherit. All of them were put on the market, and the discounted ones were donated.

Wu Zhaoyun announced that he would never be seen again. He did not even open the press conference. He simply disappeared in people's sight decisively. No one knew where he had gone, but someone said that he had seen him in a high-level cemetery. At that time, he was sitting in front of a tombstone, wearing a hat and could not see whether he was himself or not.

Tao Mingshuo finally married the girl whose parents were satisfied with. No matter how many years later, there was always a person hidden in his heart. No one knew about this person, it was hidden in his heart.

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