Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

"The snow in Rongcheng this year is particularly beautiful. After the snow stopped, the sun rose and a rainbow appeared in the sky."

"I still want to accompany you to watch the snow fall, this year, next year and the year after."

"Chuchu, do you still remember the oath you said to me at the wedding? The last sentence started when we first met and ended with gray hair, but our hair is not gray yet..."

"I'll carry you home...carry you home..." Bai Qiujing repeated these four words in his mouth, how he hoped that Shen Zhichu was just sleepy and fell asleep, and when she got home, she would be as gentle as usual pinched his earlobe and called him the old white man.

Looking at Shen Zhichu's weakly shaking hand hanging on his arm, Bai Qiujing's head buzzed, and then he bit his lower lip tightly, tears streaming down the corners of his red eyes.

Nian Bao choked up and ran to Bai Qiujing's side, looked at Shen Zhichu's closed eyes, and sobbed, "Dad, Mom, she's gone..."

gone?Where can I go, isn't she always behind him?

"Hush." ​​Bai Qiujing lowered her voice, "Keep your voice down, don't disturb your mother's sleep, she just fell asleep on my shoulder, I will carry her home now..."

Nian Bao stopped walking, unable to hold back her sadness any longer, she threw herself into her brother's arms, hugging him and crying loudly, her shoulders trembling.

"Mom is gone...we don't have a mother anymore..."

Yeah, no more moms.

An Bao's eyes were red, and his throat was so choked that it hurt.

Bai Qiujing carried Shen Zhichu on her back step by step and went home, back to their home.

Shen Zhichu really seemed to be asleep, except that his face was pale, his body was cold, and his breathing and heartbeat were gone, it was no different from sleeping as usual.

She closed her eyes, with undried tears at the corners of her eyes, and a quiet smile on her mouth. She walked very quietly, this time without pain, and walked through this life like an ordinary person.

Shen Zhichu has always liked bright red, and the New Year's goods ordered by the brother and sister arrived, red couplets, red lanterns, window grilles, red is festive and lively, but this year's red is lonely, put it in the utility room, this year I won't need these.

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On the day of Shen Zhichu's burial, many people came, including actors who had worked with him, friends whom he had chatted with, partners who had business cooperation, relatives who had visited in previous years, and...all the people who Shen Zhichu had sponsored over the years were able to come. Here comes a long line, holding a chrysanthemum in hand, rushing into a golden road.

Bai Qiujing has always been quiet, so quiet that it is easy to ignore his existence. He stood not far away, watching the soil being lowered into the coffin, the tombstone being erected, and the crowd approaching and mourning and leaving in front of him. It didn't end until five o'clock in the afternoon, until everyone left, only Bai Qiujing was left.

In the quiet cemetery, only his crying could be heard, and the crying grew louder. He knelt on the ground and lowered his head, crying helplessly on the verge of collapse, until he finally lost his voice, as if a thorn was stuck in his throat. , Whenever I cry until I am out of breath, it hurts badly.

It was the first time that the man who was calm in dealing with things without being surprised and not chaotic, who was patient and steady when he was outside, cried so loudly on his knees.

He reached out to the photo on the tombstone to wipe off the snow particles sticking to it. The stone tablet was very cold, even if his palm was as warm as fire, he couldn't cover it.

"Chuchu, are you cold?" Bai Qiujing looked at the portrait, but no one answered his words this time.

……

After Shen Zhichu's death, Bai Qiujing, who had been sleepless for three days, went to the hospital and slept for a full twelve hours. After waking up, he didn't speak, just sat on the bed and covered his hair in a daze. He stared blankly at the sunlight outside the window. Thinking of something, he stood up.

"I want to go home, go home and cook..."

Nian Bao, who had been guarding him all the time, was taken aback. Seeing Bai Qiujing rushing out, she hurried up and grabbed his hand: "Dad, you can't be discharged from the hospital yet, the doctor hasn't done your whole body yet." examine."

Bai Qiujing struggled a few times and couldn't break free. He turned his head and looked at the little girl who was holding his hand. He frowned, his eyes were full of confusion, and after a while he asked, "Who are you? Who is your father, you little girl?" How do you recognize people indiscriminately?"

Nian Bao's pupils shrank slightly, and his already red eyes were even redder now: "Dad, what's wrong with you? I'm Nian Bao and your daughter. Why...why don't you know me?"

Bai Qiujing felt that the little girl was sick, and he had to go back to cook for Shen Zhichu. It was so late now, she must be hungry now.

He wanted to leave, but the little girl in front of him didn't want him to leave. It just so happened that An Bao came with the doctor. Seeing that something was wrong with Bai Qiujing, he hurried over to control him and injected him with a tranquilizer.

After a series of examinations, Bai Qiujing was suffering from Alzheimer's disease, also known as Alzheimer's disease. This disease often occurs in the elderly, and it is impossible to recover from this disease.

Memory loss is the core symptom of this disease. For example, Bai Qiujing now forgot that he has a pair of children, the year, month and date, and how old he is, but no matter how much he forgets, he can't forget it. Lose one person, that is - Shen Zhichu, the person he has loved all his life.

Bai Qiujing was unwilling to be hospitalized, and resisted fiercely, saying that he was not sick, and there were not many problems found in the physical examination. After discussing it, the siblings decided to take him home.

Back home, Bai Qiujing circled the room up and down, yelling "Chu Chu" over and over even if no one responded, and finally got tired of shouting, so she sat on the sofa in a daze.

His memory was good and bad, and there was a big emptiness in his heart, as if a piece of meat was missing, and a sense of emptiness emerged spontaneously. He knew that he had lost a very important treasure, but he didn't want to admit it.

Loving Shen Zhichu and taking care of Shen Zhichu has become an instinct. Even if he suffers from Alzheimer's disease and forgets everything, he will always remember and remember these habits engraved in his bones.

He got up to cook before dawn in the morning. There was a crackling sound in the kitchen, and the brother and sister hurried downstairs when they heard the movement from downstairs.

Downstairs, only the lights in the kitchen were on, and Bai Qiujing forgot to turn on the range hood. He cooked spicy dishes, and the smell of oily smoke was strong, and the smell was still pungent, and he coughed incessantly inside.

Bai Qiujing, who usually keeps the kitchen tidy and tidy, is now in a mess. With a bad memory, he always forgets to put in seasonings, either knocking over this or that.

After finally frying a dish, it tasted salty, Shen Zhichu probably didn't like it.

The trash can in the kitchen was full of his failed dishes.

He dumped the food on the plate into the trash can.

"Dad." A voice suddenly came from behind.

Bai Qiujing turned around, it was the brother and sister who said they were his children.

"Why don't you stay at my house?"

Nian Bao said: "This is our home, why have you forgotten again, I am your daughter Bai Muchu and this is my brother, your son Shen Guibai."