Woman, where to escape

"Mom! Mom!"

Color painfully touched her gently, pulled her arms and shook her. Her chest was suffocated, and her voice echoed sharply in the ward.

"I'm sorry! The old man has passed away!" the doctor next to me checked carefully and came to a conclusion.

The old man has passed away

The crying color shook her head like disbelief, constantly shaking her shoulders, soft on the spot, Xu Fenghong's eyes supported her body and comforted her.

The middle-aged man sitting next to him looked like a colored father. He held her mother's hand and stared blankly at the doctor covering her mother's face with a white cloth without saying anything.

Xu was so painful that he didn't even cry.

The pain of losing loved ones directly penetrates into the skin and into the viscera

This pain also infected the elements on the side. As soon as her feet were soft, her heart suddenly hurt, and her tears fell like broken beads.

Mom! Mom!

In other words, people are sentimental creatures. No one can be sad or sad when seeing such a scene of life and death. Besides, color is still her best friend.

Qian Laoer sighed at the bottom of his heart. His girl's feelings are really fragile.

He hugged her on the shoulder and patted her on the back to comfort her, but he couldn't see too much emotion on his face. Don't blame the second master for his cold-blooded, but he was always like this and didn't pay much attention to other people's affairs.

At this time, listening to her choking voice, the color turned her tearful face. A pair of red and swollen eyes were full of pain. He rushed over and hugged her and sobbed.

"Xiaoyuanzi, my mother, it's gone!"

When a woman is sad, the best way for her to vent is to find her best friend to cry. This is the law of steadfastness. Seeing this, the second Qian retreated silently and let the two women cry with their heads held together.

Mourning.

The element was so tight in her heart that she wiped her tears. She sobbed with her slender shoulder to let the color lean against, and then took out a paper towel to gently wipe her tears.

"I know, Xiaoyanzi, but be strong. Aunt wants you to be good."

This is the first time that the element saw the fierce and unparalleled color and cried so sad.

Completely immersed in grief, her voice became hoarse: "woo... Woo, my mother said yesterday that when she recovered from illness, she was going to travel around the country. She worked as a nurse all her life and worked hard all her life. She didn't go anywhere when she was old. It's gone... Xiaoyuanzi... Woo..."

Holding her hand, the element's tears poured down again: "OK, good! I'm sorry for the change."

It's easy to say the words "sorrow and change", but it's difficult for people in the bureau to do it. They cried for half an hour without stopping their tears. It seems that they want to drain the tears they have saved for 20 years at one time.

Tears, endless.

Xu Feng's heart hurts badly, but she can't put in her mouth to comfort her. When her mother dies, the pain is inevitable. It's better to make her cry.

Next, the general affairs of the hospital were all arranged by Xu Feng. He sent the body to the morgue, and then discussed the funeral with Yan Fu. His behavior was neat, and he was already the role of Yan's son-in-law, and did it well.

The only thing the element can do is to accompany the color all the time, listen to her, listen to her cry, stare at her sour eyes, comfort her and constantly inspire her.

In fact, people's feelings are very fragile, especially when their favorite relatives die, they will even have the idea of suicide. Although the color is not so, she looks very sad now. The whole person cries completely confused. It seems that she has no other functions except crying.

"Thank you for coming, Xiaoyuanzi. You're very kind to me. I'm glad to know such a friend as you in my life..." color stretched out his arm and hugged her again. She cried like a rabbit, and tears fell out of her eyes, sobbing her shoulders that didn't dare to shrug.

Patting her on the back comfortingly, the element whispered: "silly, we are not only friends, but also sisters and best friends! And ah, not only I care about you, but also your father and madman. They also love you very much..."

After sucking her nose and crying for so long, she has gone through the initial stage. Looking at her relatives and lovers in the house with worry, her heart calms down a lot.

When the hospital was finished, color and Yan's father went home accompanied by Xu Feng. They had to arrange the next specific funeral.

Behind them, the element sighed silently.

Her sight is a little blurred. Thinking of this one after another, she can't calm down. Things in the world change too fast. Some people have left you before you can cherish them.

The pain of "children want to raise but their relatives are not here" is the most heartbreaking.

The atmosphere is always low.

Her sadness made Qian Er frown.

Holding her in his arms, he sighed for a long time. He understood the silly girl's personality too well. He liked to think deeply about everything and think about the bad. The bad habit really couldn't be changed.

He kissed her head with pity and leaned her closer to himself. Then he sighed: "girl, don't be sad! People can't come back from death!"

This sentence is a scientific routine, which is accurate everywhere. After listening, the element raised her head and stared at each other with him. Her eyes mingled. She suddenly asked, "Qian Ao, what would you do if I died?"

The heart seemed to be stabbed. The second Qian raised her chin in surprise, but he saw the eyes on her face clear and serious.

He didn't want to think about the possibility of losing her.

Stroking her cheek, Qian Laoer knocked her on the head, "silly girl, how can you get so many if? What's good to say? We are such bullies. We want to die. The king of hell doesn't dare to accept it."

He is clearly the bully. Well, he pulls the elements on his back.

She lifted her lips, raised her hands seriously, stroked his eyebrows, his eyes, his nose and his lips with her fingertips, felt the most real touch with her fingertips, touched his deep facial features, and was afraid of today's gun head.