Madam leg hurts please hug

An Xiaoyue's eyes were full of surprise.

Gong Yumo didn't say anything, just moved away sideways.

The police were afraid that Wang Xinhui would act aggressively again, so they hurriedly pulled her away.

The search and rescue mission was over, the hospital directly contacted the funeral home's car, and then carried the stretcher covered with white cloth onto the funeral home's car.

Seeing that Zhao Duo'er was about to be taken away, Wang Xinhui ran like crazy towards the car of the funeral parlor.

"Don't take my daughter away! Don't take her away!" she yelled heart-piercingly, "My daughter! My daughter! What will I do if you are gone!"

The biting cold wind was like knives, cutting An Xiaoyue's skin sorely.

Tears welled up in her eyes instantly, weeping silently, watching Zhao Duo'er being carried into the car.

If time could be reversed, she would definitely hold Zhao Duo'er tightly and tell her, "You can also be very free."

If time could be reversed, she thought, when she was in the shopping mall yesterday, she wouldn't speak sarcasticly to Wang Xinhui like that, and in her words, she even indirectly satirized Zhao Duo'er.

In the fight between her and Wang Xinhui, Zhao Duo'er was the most innocent person.

Zhao Duo'er would talk to her when she was forced to do nothing, and regard her as the most trusted person.

He also called her one last time in the last few minutes of his death.

An Xiaoyue never thought that Zhao Duo'er's life would be frozen here forever.

Freeze in this cold winter, freeze in the icy water, in the biting wind.

She watched the ambulance and funeral car drive away.

She silently said to Zhao Duo'er who had gone away, "Duo'er, you are finally free."

I hope you can be happier in your next life, live in a loving family, and have the right to choose yourself.

On the day of Zhao Duo'er's funeral, An Xiaoyue just stood in the distance and took a look.

It didn't snow that day, the sky was clear, but the wind was blowing so hard that it seemed to cut the skin.

She was wearing a black coat and was standing tens of meters away from the cemetery.

Wang Xinhui was still sitting slumped in front of the tombstone, crying hoarsely.

Beside her stood a middle-aged man with still gray hair.

That is Zhao Duoer's father.

It was the first time An Xiaoyue saw that someone really had gray hair overnight.

Zhao Lei stood aside with a heavy complexion, his eyes were red and swollen, his face full of vicissitudes.

Suddenly there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, and the sound of a wheelchair rolling.

An Xiaoyue looked sideways, and next to him was a tall boy in a black coat with a gentle and delicate face.The one sitting in the wheelchair was a middle-aged woman, her body was wrapped in a thick blanket, and only her face with a bad complexion was exposed.

The boy's footsteps stopped beside her, and his eyes were fixed on the funeral.

After a long time, the boy looked at her, "Are you Duo'er's cousin? My name is Song Teng, and I saw your photo on Duo'er's phone."

An Xiaoyue turned her head to look at his handsome face, "Song Teng? I know you, you are Duo'er's boyfriend. I heard Duo'er mention you, she said you are a very good boy."

The boy lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "If I'm good enough, we won't be separated from each other."

The woman in the wheelchair also slowly glanced at An Xiaoyue. She didn't speak, but turned her head guiltily.

An Xiaoyue heard from Zhao Duo'er last time that Song Teng's mother was sent to the hospital in a fit of anger because Wang Xinhui made too much noise.

It must be her own intention to send Duo'er the last way when she comes here in a wheelchair.It can be seen that they actually attach great importance to Duo'er. If it were not for various factors, maybe Duo'er could really live the happy life she wanted with the boy in front of her.

Song Teng raised his head and looked in the direction of the funeral, "We have never quarreled in the years we have been together, and our relationship has always been very good. I didn't expect that there would be so many conflicts because of the family gap."

"I thought that if we separated, she would be able to live a rich life, just like what her mother said, her life would be smooth sailing and she would have no worries about food and clothing." Song Teng said, his voice trembling, "No Thinking of it would actually kill her. I didn't even see her for the last time, let alone attend her funeral."

Think?

Why do you think again?
Why do so many people always think that their decision is good for the other party, but they don't know what a huge price the other party has to pay for this self-righteous decision.

We think we are doing the best for each other, but we are actually giving each other a knife.

In the end, I hurt others and myself, and regretted it.

An Xiaoyue asked him, "Any plans for the future?"

Song Teng glanced down at his mother, and said softly, "Today is the last time my mother and I will see her, and I have decided to take my mother out of this city. I found a job in another place, which happened to take me Mom took over and lived together, it is a bad memory in this city, and I may not come back in the future."

An Xiaoyue nodded knowingly.

Perhaps leaving is the best way to forget.

Although Duo'er has stayed here forever, Song Teng's life is still very long, and he still has a great responsibility on his shoulders, and he must move forward.

"Live well." An Xiaoyue smiled at him, "This is also Duo'er's wish."

After An Xiaoyue finished speaking, she pulled the scarf around her neck to cover half of her face, then turned and left.

Coming out of the cemetery, An Xiaoyue's body was icy cold, and the cold wind cut her bones like a knife.

She looked up at the bright sunshine, why was it so cold even though the sun was so big.

The luxury car of the black car had been waiting for a long time on the side of the road. Seeing her coming out, the car door opened.

Gong Yumo got out of the car and watched her walking towards the side of the road from a distance.

He stood with his backlit, the dazzling sunlight behind him.The halo sprinkled on his body, as if coated with a layer of golden light.

When An Xiaoyue looked at him, her eyes were blinded by the sunlight, and she squinted slightly to try to see his appearance clearly.

He was standing beside the car with a cane, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he smiled at her.

An Xiaoyue walked towards him step by step, until she got closer, the sun was not so glaring, and she was able to see his appearance clearly.

He is still good-looking, his face is handsome and well-defined, and every part is as if carefully carved by God, without a single blemish.

He didn't need to speak, just standing there was enough to take people's breath away.

"Gong Yumo." She slightly bent the corners of her mouth and said to him with a smile, "I seem to be a little cold."

As soon as this sentence was finished, it was as if someone had taken all the strength out of his body.

She only felt that the person in front of her suddenly became blurred, her head became dizzy, her legs gave way and she fell down.

What greeted her was not a hard floor, but a pair of powerful hands.

Gong Yumo held her tightly in his arms, his anxious tone was full of panic, "An Xiaoyue!"