When Jiang Shijin woke up, it was the next morning.

She woke up from a nightmare, panting and sweating.

In the dream, dad was covered with blood and blood holes everywhere. She was frightened to see.

Hearing the nursery rhyme, he trotted in from the door: "Miss Jiang, what's the matter with you?"

After taking a few deep breaths, Jiang Shijin replied, "I had a nightmare, nursery rhyme, where's Xiao ran?"

"President, he......" the nursery rhyme is a little embarrassed.

"What is he doing?" Jiang Shijin asked, as if he would never stop until he heard the answer.

She pursed her lips: "the president is busy behind Mr. Yi."

"Who's behind?" she looked at the nursery rhyme incredulously.

"Mr. Yi, your father."

After death

This is undoubtedly a thunderbolt.

It turns out that everything is not a dream, it turns out that everything is true.

Dad is really dead.

He's really dead.

Isn't it a dream? How to become true.

Jiang Shijin suddenly opened the quilt and jumped down from the bed, but was held by the nursery rhyme. She hurriedly asked, "Miss Jiang, where are you going?"

"I want to see my father. Where is he now?"

"After the hospital confirmed his death, he went to the crematorium that night. I think now..." the nursery rhyme didn't finish.

But the meaning of her words is self-evident.

Jiang Shijin's feet softened and fell.

Fortunately, the nursery rhyme held her: "Miss Jiang, you can't come back from death. Don't be too sad. Mr. Yi left to protect you. His purpose is to let you live well. If he sees you like this, he must be distressed to death."

Pushing her hand away, Jiang Shijin sat on the carpet and burst into tears.

Her father really left.

She was so frustrated that she didn't even see him last.

How could this happen!

He is about to retire and happy.

But why should God be so unfair to her? Take mom and take dad?

Why?

Jiang Shijin sat on the ground, crying.

Her heart was like ten thousand ants gnawing at it, which made her miserable.

The nursery rhyme stood there, his nose sour, knelt down and grabbed Jiang Shijin's hand: "Miss Jiang, don't do this. Blame me if you want to blame me. If I hadn't neglected my duty and let Linsen have an opportunity, you wouldn't have lost your father. In the final analysis, all this is my fault."

Since yesterday's incident, nursery rhymes have been blaming themselves.

If she hadn't forgotten to take the water cup, if she didn't have to go back and leave Jiang Shijin there, things wouldn't have developed to the present.

She is to blame for all this.

If she had a choice, the person she would rather die was herself.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Jiang Shijin was crying like rain, tearing her heart and lungs, and was confused when she saw the nursery rhyme.

"Miss Jiang, please don't cry. You are still pregnant with a child and cry again. How can I tell the president? Will you stop crying? Stop crying..."

She took a paper towel and dried her tears again and again: "Miss Jiang, even if you are sad again, you should consider for your child. It is so small and weak, but it can't stand your tossing."

Nursery rhymes bite their teeth and gently comfort.

After a long time.

Maybe Jiang Shijin was tired of crying, and her tears ran dry, so she stopped crying.

She leaned against the bed, her limbs weak, her eyes godless, like a puppet, looking at someone empty.

The nursery rhyme brought in the chicken soup, filled a bowl and handed it to her: "just drink."

But from beginning to end, no matter what the nursery rhyme said, she didn't respond, as if her soul had gone out of her body.

Until mu Xiaoran pushed the door in.

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