[Net King] Nana Returns

At dinner time, the whole family was supposed to sit at the dining table and have dinner together in a harmonious atmosphere, but tonight the atmosphere of Ping Yuan's family seemed to be frozen.

Mrs. Pingyuan was sitting on the sofa wiping tears, and Mr. Pingyuan was sitting opposite her smoking a cigarette silently. Both of them seemed to be decades older.

"Impossible..." Ping Yuanqian stood by the coffee table, looked at Mrs. Ping Yuan, and then at Mr. Ping Yuan, "This is not true, right? How is it possible? How could my sister...Dad...Mom... Talk to me! My sister is not dead...she is not dead, right..."

Mr. Pingyuan had a lot of gray hair, his eyes became cloudy, and an aging breath began to permeate his whole body.Mrs. Pingyuan changed from wiping tears to sobbing. She covered her mouth, choked up and couldn't speak, but her tears couldn't stop like a broken thread.

"Your mother and I are going to the funeral home later. Your sister's body will be cremated tomorrow." Mr. Ping Yuan blinked expressionlessly, his face was full of exhaustion, and there were faint bloodshot eyes in his cloudy eyes. When the news came, he also cried secretly.

Ping Yuanqian opened her lips slightly, seeing the Ping Yuan couple crying and the other speechless, her body began to tremble, "I... don't... believe it..."

"Xiaoqian, stop making trouble." Mr. Pingyuan put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray, his slightly dry lips moved slightly, "Let your sister go well."

"Let's go, it's time to go to the funeral parlor to make arrangements for tomorrow." Mr. Ping Yuan stood up, said this to Mrs. Ping Yuan who was still crying, and then looked at Ping Yuanqian, "The food is in the refrigerator, you can heat it yourself. "

Mrs. Ping Yuan nodded and got up while crying. The backs of the two were haggard and old, which hurt Ping Yuanqian's eyes.

She turned around and ran upstairs quickly. Ping Yuanjing's room was opposite her room. She opened the door and went in. The desk was on the bed.

Ping Yuanqian walked in stiffly, standing in the middle of the room looking at something.

On the desk is still my sister's favorite book. At that time, she always laughed at her sister, and she would not get tired of reading a book so many times.

There is a small pink box next to the book, which contains all kinds of beautiful hair clips and rubber bands. She always pesters her sister to let her comb her hair, and her sister always helps her to make her hair look good.

The cartoon bed sheet on the bed was chosen by her, it was flowery and childish, my sister originally wanted to buy a solid color one, but she couldn't persuade her, so she finally bought this bed sheet and took it home.

There were also some stickers on the wall, all of which were her favorite idols. Even though my sister didn't know any of those male stars, she still let her stick them all over the head of the bed.

When she couldn't fall asleep, she often knocked on her sister's door in the middle of the night, and finally fell asleep in the sound of her sister humming softly.

My mother often said that if she left her sister, she probably wouldn't be able to live for three days.

When she was a child, she was naughty and loved to climb trees. She fell from the trees many times, but she still enjoyed it.When she fell too many times, my sister would always stand below and watch her when she climbed the tree, and when she had picked enough fruits, she would stretch out her hands and open her arms and say, "Come—"

He was able to catch her steadily every time, even though he was only one year older than her, but his body had never been knocked down by her.

That's right... Ping Yuanjing is like that, always gentle, even late at night, she will wake up with sleepy eyes to make supper for her, no matter how ignorant and disobedient she is, she has never shown a bad expression to her.Even though he couldn't swim, he jumped down to rescue himself who fell into the water without hesitation, and was sent to the hospital together. When he opened his eyes, he still smiled so tolerantly at himself.

She even thought that it would be nice if she and her sister were twins, then... she could have a face exactly like her sister's.

He loves Ping Yuanjing more deeply than his parents, and relies on Ping Yuanjing more deeply than his parents.This feeling is so strong that I want to be each other's bust with her.

Ping Yuanjing is the existence that Ping Yuanqian longs for and even wants to become her.

She walked to the desk, and under the book that Ping Yuanjing often read, there were knowledge points written for her. Her final exam was so bad that even her always gentle sister sighed helplessly.

The photo in the photo frame was taken when the two of them went to enjoy the flowers together. The new shoes they bought together last week were placed by the door, and the wind chimes hanging by the window were also made by the two of them together.We agreed to go on a trip together during the spring break...everything is still there, but my sister is gone.

Last year, my father said that he would teach my sister to drive, and she was having fun practicing in the yard, so she also clamored to try it.She was only in the first grade of junior high school, and even though her father taught her step by step while sitting in the passenger seat, she still broke the tree in the yard.

At that time, my sister smiled bitterly and said to her, "What should I do if I always get into trouble like this?" She replied nonchalantly, "It's fine to have my sister. No matter what, as long as I have my sister, I won't be afraid."

"That's not okay... One day Xiaoqian will grow up, and my sister can't be with you or protect you forever" - she will always remember the expression of her sister touching her head and saying this.

It must have been very painful when my heart was cut out, and I must have cried in fear. At the moment before I closed my eyes, would I still be worrying about what my ignorant sister would do in the future...

Ping Yuanqian finally couldn't help it, standing in the room full of Ping Yuanjing's smell, "Wow—" burst into tears.

How...how could this be...

Didn’t you say that you went to buy birthday presents? Didn’t you say that you only went there for a while and then came back? Why... didn’t come back...

"Gift... I don't... woo... I don't want it anymore..." Ping Yuanqian was crying out of breath, sobbing into the air where no one responded, "Sister... you... woo... come back..."

OK.

He clearly said that he would never lie to her, but this time, Ping Yuanjing, who said he would not lie to her, missed the appointment.

She will be obedient in the future, she will never fail a test again, she will never make troubles that make her sister unable to read, she will never get into trouble again, and she will not want any special birthday presents, she will change all the bad things, and she will be good in the future Will be sensible...

Can you, give her back her sister.

Ping Yuanqian squatted down slowly and sat slumped on the floor with tears running down her face.

This time, no one pulled her up to wipe her tears and told her not to cry.

Her most important person, in this cold winter, had a big hole in his chest and died in the abandoned factory.

***

The body still has to be cremated, and the memorial service will follow.Apart from Ping Yuan's family and staff, there was no one else in the cremation hall.

The person in charge of the cremation pulled out the body wrapped in a cloth bag from the refrigerated cabinet, laid it flat on the iron bed, and slowly pushed it towards the entrance of the conveyor belt.The Pingyuan couple had tears in their eyes, unable to hide the sorrow of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man.

"Wait a minute!" Ping Yuanqian suddenly stopped, looking at the corpse with red eyes, "Open the bag and let me see my sister."

"Xiaoqian!" Mr. Pingyuan snapped, "Let your sister go well!"

"I want to see her for the last time." Ping Yuanqian looked back at Mr. Ping Yuan, raised her lips and smiled, but tears fell uncontrollably, "Please, Dad, let me see my sister for the last time."

"Let her go..." Mrs. Pingyuan was sobbing, she reached out and tugged at Mr. Pingyuan's sleeve.

Looking at her red eyes, Mr. Pingyuan remained silent and did not answer. Pingyuan Qianfu turned around again, looked directly at the staff and said, "Open the bag."

The staff looked at the silent Pingyuan couple over there, and then at Pingyuanqian, who had a frightening expression on his face, and finally slowly pulled away the bag covering the corpse.

There was a layer of frost on her pale face, Ping Yuanjing closed her eyes tightly, and she no longer had the gentle motherly smile on her face, but none of this was as terrifying as the hole in her chest.

Ping Yuanqian shook her body, bit her lips tightly, and tears fell down again.She took a deep look at Ping Yuanjing, as if she wanted to engrave her face in her heart forever.

"Push... go in..." She said in a trembling voice, and when she closed her eyes, two lines of hot tears ran down her cheeks.

The staff pulled the bag back up, and the iron cart was pushed to the entrance of the conveyor belt. Two people moved the corpse up, and the conveyor belt slowly carried the cold corpse on the plain to the cremation furnace.

Ping Yuanqian opened her eyes and watched Ping Yuanjing's body being sent into the cremation furnace without moving.Mrs. Ping Yuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, the crying was extremely abrupt in this quiet hall.

After the body was cremated, the ashes were packed into a big box, and Ping Yuanqian carried the big wooden box and quietly followed Ping Yuan and his wife back home by car.

The car, which was usually full of laughter and laughter from a family of four, was quiet at this time. Ping Yuanqian put the wooden box on her lap, put her hand lightly on the top of the box, and looked at the wooden box with eyes focused on Ping Yuan. Same.

If it's really twins... maybe you can feel, how my sister feels.

At the moment when her heart was gouged out, at the moment when she was burned by the fire, perhaps she could also feel her pain...

Ping Yuanqian lowered her head, tears fell on the urn.

***

"Miss, Ping Yuanjing has been cremated." The man in the black suit stood and reported to Qiu Rina, "Ping Yuan's family has arranged the funeral for tomorrow."

"Is everything... ready?" Qiu Lina looked at him expressionlessly.

"It's all ready, Hatoyamasuke will deliver the things to Ping Yuanqian tonight."

"The money is ready, send someone to keep an eye on Hatoyamasuke, and after he delivers the things, transfer the money to his account." Qiu Rina rubbed the center of her brows, looking a little tired.

"Yes." The man in the black suit nodded.

"Send someone to watch Ping Yuanqian, if she is not dead... help her." Qiu Rina's eyes suddenly became cold.

"Yes!" The man in the black suit frowned, and said seriously, "Miss, don't worry."

***

Ping Yuan and his wife went to arrange various matters for the funeral, and Ping Yuanqian was the only one left in the empty Ping Yuan's house.Ping Yuanjing's ashes were enshrined on a cabinet, and after the funeral tomorrow, they will be transported to a suburban cemetery for burial.

Ping Yuanqian sat on the sofa, staring at the urn in a daze, the TV was not turned on, but in such a weird atmosphere, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Ping Yuanqian sat motionless until it rang tirelessly for a full 3 minutes before Ping Yuanqian stood up and opened the door.

The boy delivering the courier stood outside the door holding a medium-sized cardboard box, "Is this Miss Ping Yuanqian? This is your courier."

"Who sent it?" Ping Yuanqian's lips were chapped, and her voice was hoarse.

"The name of the sender is Ping Yuanjing." The courier brother looked at the courier slip and said.

Ping Yuanqian was taken aback, stared at him blankly, signed the courier slip, and then took the carton.

"Thank you for your patronage." The courier boy pressed the brim of his hat, turned and left quickly.

Ping Yuanqian, who closed the door and went back to the living room, didn't realize that she only saw the lower half of the courier boy's face from the beginning to the end.

The author has something to say: A Xian has something to say: There is a kind of relationship that is not only shared by Nana and Zhili.The writing of this chapter is not very smooth, because it is a plot outside the main line, and it took two hours to finish writing, so let's just take it easy.There will be more content tomorrow.