Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

"Shenyu View..."

The police pulled Song Qing away and tried to take him away from the scene.

Song Qing kicked her legs, and stubbornly shook off those people, trying to touch Shen Yuguan, but he was held tightly by the police, and she couldn't pull away no matter what.

He hissed, "Let me go..."

"let me go…"

"Let go of me... Please..."

"I'm going to save him, please, I'll give you a head, let me go..."

Song Qing hissed and cried, Shen Yuguan was carried on a stretcher in front of his eyes, limp like a blood-soaked mud.

He couldn't remember how long the time passed, and the police finally let him go. He held on to the iron door and wanted to get up, but his blood and strength were suddenly drained from his whole body. A fishy sweetness gushed out, accompanied by a rapid cough, blood spurted from Song Qing's mouth, like sprayed ink, sprinkled all over the body.

"Don't die...I like you..."

Song Qing's eyes darkened and he lost consciousness.

When Song Qing woke up again, she was already lying on a hospital bed in Chunling City Hospital, and in her nasal cavity was the familiar disinfectant.

After Song Qing woke up, she remained motionless, like a lifeless rag doll, staring blankly at the white ceiling without a trace of blemish.

Tears seemed to have turned on a switch, sliding from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, and the pillow was wet.

Lian Yan was carrying the hot water bottle, and when she came in, she saw Song Qing woke up. She rushed to his bed in three steps, and said in a trembling voice, "Xiaoqing! You finally woke up!"

Song Qing has been in a coma for a whole day.

Song Qing blinked, as if she couldn't hear Lian Yan's cries, her lips moved twice, but no sound was revealed.

Lian Yan waited for a long time, but couldn't wait for Song Qing's reaction, so she raised her head in fear, her voice trembling, "Xiaoqing, what's wrong with you, don't scare mom!"

Song Qing still didn't move, and Lian Yan called for a doctor in panic.

The doctor waved his hand in front of Song Qing's eyes, took out the stethoscope, and pressed it on Song Qing's chest.

Lian Yan asked: "Doctor, what's the matter?"

The doctor put away the diagnostic tools, "The grief is too much, just recover."

After saying that, he shook his head and left the ward.

"Xiaoqing, if you feel uncomfortable, just cry out, don't bear it."

Lian Yan held Song Qing's icy cold hand tightly, talking in a rambling manner.

Song Qing coughed violently, and finally had a little reaction, he shouted weakly, "Mom..."

Lian Yan hurriedly raised her head, "I'm here!"

Song Qing tilted his head, swept across the ward, and found that besides Lian Yan, he was the only one here, and he asked hoarsely, "Where is Shen Yu Guan...?"

Lian Yan's expression was hesitant, she pursed her lips, and did not speak for a long time.

Song Qing couldn't wait for a response for a long time, she struggled with her body, got out of bed, dragged her weak body, and stepped out step by step.

Seeing this, Lian Yan immediately followed up, persuading, "You are still weak, go back to bed and lie down."

There was no one in the corridor of the ward, and in addition to the smell of disinfectant, the air was also mixed with the vague smell of blood.

Song Qing supported the cold wall, and dug his fingertips into the powder wall suddenly, flipped half of his nails, and the blood flowed down the wall, but he couldn't feel the pain, and asked without a trace of emotion, "He's dead... ?”

He didn't wait for Lian Yan's answer, he raised his foot and took two steps, and asked again, "Where is the corpse..."

He didn't hear what Lian Yan said, and just kept walking forward.

Halfway through the walk, he stopped suddenly and muttered to himself, "Why is it raining..." He reached out to wipe off more and more rainwater on his face, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't wipe it off.

"Forget it, don't wipe it." He whispered, "I have to go and see him."

"Where is the mortuary?" Song Qing wandered aimlessly in the corridor, the empty hospital gown was put on him, and most of it was bulged when the wind blew, like it was put on a skeleton, but it was just such an empty frame, Even Yan couldn't hold back no matter what.

Song Qing saw someone and asked, "Where is the morgue?"

The passer-by shook him off unhappily, "You madman!"

Lian Yan hurriedly supported Song Qing's crooked body, and said in a mournful voice, "Xiaoqing, go back."

"Return..." Song Qing nodded, and he slightly twitched the corners of his lips, "I'll come back after reading."

"No..." He shook his head, "Shen Yuguan just had his glands cut, he...will be bullied, I...go first..."

"Burn some paper money for him," Song Qing looked at Lian Yan with empty eyes, "He has never suffered, he is underground, what should he do if he has no money to spend...I'll go and burn some money..."

"Yes, burn some money..." Song Qing grabbed Lian Yan's arm unconsciously, "Mom, let's go buy some paper money..."

"Xiaoqing, please be sober." Seeing Song Qing's appearance, Lian Yan almost shed tears.

Song Qing looked at Lian Yan in bewilderment, "I'm sober."

He was sober, never more sober than now.

Shen Yuguan is dead, he knows it.

That Shen Yuguan who was entangled with him and couldn't be driven away no matter how hard he tried, died.

When he died, the blood flowed all over the ground. He never knew that a person's blood could have so much blood, as if it could drown his whole body.

"Cry out if you feel bad, Xiaoqing."

uncomfortable?How could he be uncomfortable.

Shen Yuguan is dead, he should be happy, no one bothers him anymore.

Song Qing was tired from walking, his legs gave way, he fell to the floor, looked up to the window, and asked softly, "Why is the rain getting heavier?"

Lian Yan followed his gaze to look out.

The sky is clear and blue like the sea.

[The author has something to say]: Thank you for the fried rice cakes and red dates~