Wait till the sun rises

"Miss Chen, why are you still here?" Han Rui stared at Chen Ruolin who was standing outside the door with a cold face, and said impatiently, "Didn't I let you go?"

Chen Ruolin wore huge sunglasses on her face, making it difficult for people to see her expression clearly, but the red tip of her nose exposed her mood.

Chen Ruolin ignored Han Rui's provocation, but put the food box in her hand aside and said, "I'll bring you food. You haven't eaten here all this time, have you?"

She spoke softly, with a bit of flattery and guilt in her tone.Han Rui was expressionless, and he didn't speak again until Chen Ruolin put the lunch box on the table and was about to leave.

When Chen Ruolin stepped out of the room, Han Rui asked, "Where's Xu Jiming? Where did he die?"

Chen Ruolin grabbed the hem of the clothes with one hand, and after a while said: "He said to go to Xia Yang's house to get some clean clothes for a change. Xia Yang doesn't like hospital gowns." Han Rui sneered, "Yo, now that I know it hurts, what did I do earlier?" ?”

Seeing the mocking smile on Han Rui's face, Chen Ruolin clenched her fists, took a few deep breaths, turned around and walked back to the ward, sitting on a chair beside her.

Chen Ruolin took off her sunglasses, looked into Han Rui's eyes, and said seriously: "It's not what you think." Looking at her rabbit-like red eyes, Han Rui didn't say anything, but raised one eyebrow, that way Full of frivolity and carelessness.

Chen Ruolin took another look at Xia Yang who was sleeping on the hospital bed, and then suppressed the anger in her chest.Han Rui could see the changes in her emotions, and Han Rui finally sat up slowly.

"I don't know what kind of answer Ms. Chen can give me. Mr. Han is all ears."

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The key turned the lock, and there was a soft click.

Xu Jiming has stepped through this door countless times, but he never hesitated like today.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and the room was pitch black.There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and Xu Jiming felt in a daze that he was going to hell.

Pop, warm yellow lights illuminate every corner of the living room.

Bloody footprints stretched from the room to the door, and the leather shoes slapped on the floor tiles. Xu Jiming was familiar with every part of the room, beige curtains, warm-colored sofas, simple coffee tables, and even side-by-side coffee tables. Two wicker chairs put together.

Xu Jiming walked slowly into the center of the living room.A bouquet of delicate red roses was scattered on the ground, and on the ground not far from the roses were bloodstains mixed with messy footprints.

Because of the time, the color of the blood turned dark red and dried up on the floor.Next to it was a sharp fruit knife, the blade was stained with blood that had already dried up.

When Xu Jiming's eyes fell on the sharp dagger, his breathing suddenly became heavy. He almost ran over and kicked the dagger away.

The blade gave off a cold light under the light, spun a few times in the air, hit the wall, and fell down again, making a crisp sound.

Xu Jiming slowly slid down and sat down next to the pool of blood.

What was Xia Yang looking at at that time?What are you thinking?Xu Jiming stared blankly at the closely connected curtains not far away, there was nothing, he couldn't see anything.Xu Jiming raised his head, only to remember that the room was pitch black when he pried open the lock and rushed into the room.Xia Yang, didn't turn on the light.

What's it like waiting in the dark for death to come?

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Jiming finally moved. He put his arms on the ground and wanted to stand up, but because he had maintained a position for too long, his body was a little stiff, his legs and feet were numb, and he could not stand up completely. fell back.

Xu Jiming pressed his legs, and put his arms on the ground to stand up again. What his palm touched was not a cold tile, but a piece of leather.Xu Jiming turned his head and saw half of a dark brown leather notebook exposed near the bottom of the sofa. When he picked it up, it turned out to be a household registration booklet.

Why is the account book here?Xu Jiming stood up slowly, and only after the numbness in his legs and feet passed away did he go into the bedroom with his notebook.Xia Yang probably threw this thing here and forgot to clean it up. Xia Yang is quite confused. Important things like ID cards and keys are often thrown around. Take it to heart.What he thinks now is that Xia Yang should wake up, and hurry up and get some clean clothes back to the hospital.

The bedroom was also pitch black, Xu Jiming opened the curtains, and the dazzling sunlight shone in, casting a layer of warm light on the bedroom.

The bed in the room is neat and tidy, but it is a bit stuffy because there is no ventilation for a long time.

Xu Jiming opened the closet. There were not many clothes in the closet, but they were all neatly packed.

Xu Jiming stretched out his hand to brush the clothes one by one, and suddenly his fingers stopped.Xu Jiming touched a black overcoat with his fingers, and then turned it forward again, only to find that there were not only Xia Yang's own clothes in the closet, but several of them belonged to him.

Shirts, sweaters and coats.

It was only then that Xu Jiming remembered that this dress was left at Xia Yang's house before they broke up completely.Unexpectedly, Xia Yang still kept it and washed it clean.

Xu Jiming took a few deep breaths, and quickly blinked his sore eyes.It's too late to say anything now, instead of regretting, it's better to cherish the person in front of you, and use all your love for the rest of your life to remedy all this.

He simply tidied up the clothes on the bed, and took out a travel bag from the closet.Put the clothes in by category, and then zip them up.Xu Jiming carried the travel bag on his shoulder, and when he pulled the bag, something flew out.It's the account book.

The household register flew out of the bed and fell to the bedroom door.Xu Jiming walked over and bent down to pick it up, and habitually turned a page in his hand, and when he opened it, he happened to see the last page, and then he froze in place.

I saw a few lines written in vigorous handwriting on the last page of the household registration book.

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Name: Xu Jiming.

Sex: Male.

Bloody: Type O blood

Relationship with the head of the household’s grandson Xia Yang: Husband and wife, even a big smiling face was drawn behind.It also has his ID number on it.

"Xia Yang, Xia Yang." Xu Jiming finally knelt down slowly, and he choked up silently and violently.

The sunlight shining into the room was scorching and warm, but Xu Jiming felt cold all over his body, as if he was in a world of ice and snow.At that moment, he wished he could die to make up for the harm he had done to Xia Yang.

Bright, warm sunlight fell on the floor, and from below came the barking of dogs, mingled with the laughter of children.The household in Xu Jiming's hands

The mouth book was tightly pressed against his chest, and the scene of his first meeting with Xia Yang could not help but appear in his mind.

The timing of the scene they first met was actually so bad that Xu Jiming felt distressed every time he thought about it.

That year, Xia Yang was six years old and Xu Jiming was seven years old.

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