Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan showed Lu Bei another look at the photos, squatted down, and started looking for them one by one.

Perhaps, many times, when seeing the mortuary on TV, it is fear, fear, which is standard in horror movies.

But now, seeing such a scene, there is only pain and sorrow left in my heart.

The people here range from children as young as six or seven years old to elderly people as old as seven or eighty years old.

Qiao Zhinuan knelt on the ground, lifted the white cloth with both hands, and if the eyes of the deceased were open, he stretched out his hands to cover them.

Suddenly, there was a gasping sound from behind.

Qiao Zhinuan looked back.

Lu Bei's heart was beating very fast, his pupils were wide open, "This person...is it..."

He didn't dare to confirm either.

Mo Siting was close, so he walked over first and looked down.

"Yes."

Qiao Zhinuan also got up.

If Mo Siting's consent had already been obtained, there must be nothing wrong with it.

Lu Bei immediately went to find someone and asked about it. It turned out that this girl had already been carried out three days ago. In fact, she was carried out together with Song Fangzheng, but one of them was sent here. The temporary mortuary next to it is waiting for relatives to claim it. Another person was sent to the temporary rescue tent in the hospital and saved his life.

Night, very thick.

The sound is very quiet.

Mo Siting and Qiao Zhinuan walked side by side, and Qiao Zhinuan was holding Song Fangzheng's phone.

Song Fangzheng's parents happened to be out of town, so they happened to miss such an earthquake, and they were already on their way back.

Mo Siting turned his head and glanced at Qiao Zhinuan, "What are you going to do, tell him?"

Qiao Zhinuan nodded, "Yes."

She turned her head and looked at the bright light not far away.

"Actually, I originally wanted to hide it. It's better to have no news than to have news, but sooner or later I have to know. I shouldn't hide a real insider."

Mo Siting reached out and shook Qiao Zhinuan's hand.

Hands are cold.

"Want me to accompany you?"

"No, I can do it myself."

Mo Siting didn't force it either, "If you need me, you can turn around, I'm always here."

Qiao Zhinuan nodded.

This is the most official promise Mo Siting made to her.

Even in the depths of the night, when she couldn't see the way forward, she could still feel the trace of stability and calm in her heart.

The next day, before Qiao Zhinuan could take the initiative to find Song Fangzheng, Song Fangzheng, who was on crutches, had already come to her.

"Sister Qiao!"

Qiao Zhinuan washed his face, and took milk and bread out.

"It's so early, have you eaten yet?"

"have eaten."

Qiao Zhinuan stuffed him with the bread in his hand, "Don't fool me, I know you haven't eaten, so fill your stomach first."

Song Fangzheng took two bites.

"Hey, sister Qiao, isn't this the way we're going?"

"Well, no, it's another way. I'll take you to a place first."

Qiao Zhinuan's voice was unprecedentedly painful.

Song Fangzheng's footsteps paused, and a bad premonition had vaguely floated in his heart, and his footsteps had already slowed down.

Qiao Zhinuan also slowed down his pace, just to match his pace.

The two were silent all the way.

Song Fangzheng didn't ask, and Qiao Zhinuan didn't answer.

Arriving at the door of a tent, Qiao Zhinuan turned his head to look at Song Fangzheng. The boy's face became even paler, with no blood at all. The sun shone up, as if a layer of gold foil had been cast on a piece of pale paper.

Qiao Zhinuan lifted the curtain.

Song Fangzheng saw the person covered with a white cloth placed in front of him.

Imagination confirms.

His hands have already started to tremble, trembling badly.

Qiao Zhinuan walked to one place, "Do you remember when you were rescued by the rescue team, she was also rescued, but because she was buried deep in the theater, so..."

She didn't continue talking, and Song Fangzheng didn't need her to continue talking.

The bread in his hand fell to the ground and he squatted down.

As if in slow motion after a movie edit, his trembling hands covered the white cloth that was covering it, and then lifted the white cloth.

The girl's face was revealed.

The blood on the girl's face has been wiped clean.

Song Fangzheng was kneeling on the ground, his eyes straightened, and he just quietly looked at the girl lying on the ground.

Qiao Zhinuan knew that no matter what she said now, it would be futile.

She turned around and walked out, leaving her space alone for the two former lovers, now the young lovers separated by Yin and Yang.

Last solitude.

Qiao Zhinuan walked away for a distance and stopped at about 30 meters.

She looked at the distant sky.

Light cyan, a round of the sun has risen, the sun is very soft, golden orange.

The sun rises and sets every day, but how many people will never see the sun tomorrow?

After a while, Qiao Zhinuan suddenly heard crying from inside the tent.

She kicked the small stone under her feet, cried out, and it was all right.

Song Fang was crying in the tent and passed out.

When he woke up again, his parents came.

The parents came from other places, looked at the face of their son who had lost weight several times in a short period of time, cried and hugged the child, tears slid down the old face.

Qiao Zhinuan and Mo Siting stood outside the ward, listening to the intermittent crying, their mood was depressed for a while.

During this period of time, I saw too many life and death.

However, Song Fangzheng seemed to have been hit so badly that he couldn't get up anymore.

Even if his parents came to talk to him, he never opened his mouth.

Until one night, when the nurse came in, she found blood winding on the ground, and suddenly yelled, "Ah!"

insomnia.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time, so Song Fangzheng was rescued and came back. Except for excessive blood loss, there is nothing else, just need to mend.

Song Fangzheng's parents immediately prepared to take their son to leave this sad place and go to other places to recuperate well.

The day before he left, Qiao Zhinuan got his parents' consent to come to see him.

His parents are also very grateful to Qiao Zhinuan.

"I've heard from the nurse that when Fangzheng was making a fuss at my house, you were the one who stayed with him. Thank you, girl."

Qiao Zhinuan pushed a wheelchair in,

She pushed the wheelchair to the side of the bed, and glanced at Song Fangzheng on the bed, "I heard that you are leaving tomorrow, and I want to take you to meet someone."

Song Fangzheng's eyes moved.

The current Song Fangzheng only reacts to Qiao Zhinuan's words, and everyone turns a blind eye, even his parents.

Qiao Zhinuan helped him get off the hospital bed and onto the wheelchair, and pushed him to the other side.

Mo Siting's face was stern. Under the light, his slender figure was stretched and reflected on the ground, forming three people facing each other.

Qiao Zhinuan pushed someone in, and Mo Siting helped open the curtain.