Granny Meng gave her a bowl of soup

Wan Yue has been busy all night, and finally cooked a table of food that is not bad in color and taste.

Mingyue still understands her. She has been spoiled all these years and has hardly cooked any dishes, except for the stewed eggplant and two cold dishes, which she cooked herself. Later, she had to hire foreign help.

The warm candlelight was lit, and everything around was covered with a faint halo, and the air was filled with the aroma of red wine and food.

Song Wanyue thought about Ming Yu, she knew Ming Yu best.

Even if the dishes she cooks are burnt or messy, Ming Yu will definitely eat them all with a smile. In the end, she will rub her belly and tell her "it's all your fault", and then Hold her and kiss her little by little.

Ming Yu was always so considerate and gentle to her.

Song Wanyue looked at the time, it was almost nine o'clock, no matter which flight it was, it should be almost here, right?

Unable to restrain the expectation in her heart, Song Wanyue secretly called Ming Yu.

If she was on a plane, she should have turned off the phone, and it would be nothing to make a call.

If it turns on, it means that she is going home.

It's time to get home.

Unable to restrain herself, Song Wanyue's heart was beating violently, not only could others not understand, but even she herself could not understand why the two of them had been in love for so many years, yet she still had the same heartbeat as when they first met .

What surprised her was that the phone dialed. Song Wanyue was nervous and joyful, and she held the phone tightly.

The sound of "beep, beep, beep" came over...

Wanyue's expression also gradually changed, from ecstatic at first to doubt later, to worry and anxiety when she dialed the second time, in just a few seconds, her heart seemed to be on a roller coaster.

She knew Ming Yu well.

Although she is usually busy with work, as long as it is Wan Yue's call, she will answer it as soon as possible.

Song Wanyue even has a little habit in private, every time she calls Ming Yu, she will secretly count in her heart.

Counting to three, she will definitely hear Ming Yu's gentle and doting voice.

Ming Yu knew how naughty she was, so she pampered and doted on her all the time, and couldn't bear her to wait a second longer, and would always answer the phone at the same time.

It has been so for so many years.

But now...

Song Wanyue bit her lip, her brows furrowed, and she called Xiao He again anxiously.

Maybe the flight was delayed?

But after so long, she should call herself to say something.

Before the phone was answered, another call came in. It was a number from another place. Looking at the beginning, Song Wanyue was taken aback, and she immediately pressed to answer.

It seems that the signal on the phone side is not very good, the background sound is very noisy, and there are various people talking in a hurry, mixed with the sound of the whistle in a hurry, like a mass of darkness pressing down on people's hearts in an instant .

"Are you Song Wanyue?"

Wan Yue seemed to feel something, her throat seemed to be stuck, "I am...you..."

"I'm—" The signal on the other side of the phone was intermittent, Song Wanyue just heard the man talking hoarsely about Xiao Mingyu...the car...the bar...funeral affairs.

that moment.

At that time.

Song Wanyue's body seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, she was so cold, she shivered all over, and her heart froze.

The phone fell to the ground, and her body slowly leaned back, and the corners of her eyes were the frozen tears.

******

Zhang Hui and Song Wanyue went to the final accident scene together.

In the sky, it was still raining lightly.

The rain washes away everything. At the intersection where the accident happened, people from various departments are still salvaging the vehicle. The bright red blood on the ground has disappeared, and there are only a few remaining fragments. what happened.

The large truck overturned to the ground after the violent impact. The driver was seriously injured, but escaped to death after all, and was rushed to the hospital.

The traffic police retrieved the surveillance video of the scene and determined that the truck was fully responsible. A man in a police-style raincoat walked up to the two women. He looked at the two with pity and regret flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Hui's hands and feet were cold, and she couldn't believe it was true, but fortunately, she still had reason, and when she saw the traffic police coming, she rushed to meet her.

Song Wanyue's face was pale, she bent down and squatted on the side of the highway that had been cleared and surrounded by guardrails, under the cold wind, her body trembled like a fallen leaf.

Ming Yu...

Her Mingyu...

The place where Xiao Mingyu's accident happened was at the highest point of the mountain. Her car was hit by a large truck and flew directly. In such a situation, there is almost no possibility of survival, not to mention that there is a vast sea under the cliff, and the salvage work is progressing hard. .

The rain is getting heavier.

After eight hours of salvage, the man and the car were still not salvaged.

If this continues, all departments will also be in danger. Under the unified dispatch of the Municipal Bureau, they will gradually retreat.

Zhang Hui also knew that Ming Yu had died this time... this time, she felt unbearable pain in her heart, but she was more painful because of Wan Yue's reaction.

She looked at Wan Yue...

Looking at the princess-like woman who grew up with her, held in the palm of her parents' hands when she was young, and the jewel in the family's palm, and Ming Yu put her on the tip of her heart when she became an adult, she knelt down to the people around her time and time again. .

The heavy rain fell on her body, melting with her tears, and she begged humblely, again and again.

"Please...please, don't go, save her, save her..."

Her Ming Yu won't leave, and won't just let her go.

She promised she would come home.

She promised her...

Zhang Hui couldn't help but burst into tears, she went over and dragged Wan Yue's arm: "Wan Yue, don't be like this, get up..."

Ming Yu.

It would kill her if she saw it.

Ming Yu, Ming Yu, why are you willing to leave her alone?

******

The vehicle and body were recovered the following afternoon.

Song Wanyue seemed to have lost her soul, she looked at her Ming Yu, the person who had given her countless laughs and happiness, was pulled out of the deformed car bit by bit by everyone.

Watching her being carried on a small stretcher, watching her being covered with a white cloth, watching the people around her look at her sadly.

Song Wanyue walked over little by little, she didn't believe it, her hand touched Mingyu's arm little by little.

She is so cold.

Her body is so cold.

Song Wanyue couldn't help holding her hand and breathing softly for her. She looked at the ring on her hand, and blood overflowed from the lip she was biting.

The forensic doctor wearing a white coat next to him handed a transparent bag containing a mobile phone to Song Wanyue, "This is a mobile phone that was found in the car. When the deceased was found, his hand bent upwards. We deduce that it was probably the last thing he wanted. Who to call, but didn't have time."

The phone has been soaked in water and can't even be turned on.

After hearing this, Song Wanyue's tears flowed down her cheeks.

Ming Yu must be calling her, wanting to hear her voice for the last time...

If there is anything, you have to tell Wan Yue in advance, that is a habit that Ming Yu developed when he was young.

At that time, the incident of the two of them falling in love was strongly opposed by Wan Yue's parents, and Wan Yue was restrained. Ming Yu couldn't see her, and no one answered the phone.

But Mingyu had a stubbornness in her heart, she called Wanyue every day, seeing the name of "Madam" appearing again and again, her convulsed heart took a short breath.

It was like self-torture, day after day, Xiao Mingyu suffered and waited.

Finally one day, Wanyue answered her call, and Wanyue knew that she must be waiting in the dark these days, and she must have suffered a lot of grievances.

But her Ming Yu didn't complain at all, instead she smiled softly to comfort her who was crying: "Okay, Wan Yue won't cry."

She promised Wanyue, no matter where she is.

She will always find her.

Ming Yu knew that only after hearing her voice would Wan Yue feel at ease.

……

Song Wanyue's parents watched from the side, and the two were in tears. After so many years, Ming Yu moved two feudal and stubborn old people with her practical actions.

She even secretly contacted the second elder before the business trip, saying that she would surprise her daughter by asking for marriage when she came back.

now... now...

Ming Yu's mother went to the hospital directly after hearing the bad news in her hometown, and she still can't get out of bed.

In the end, Wan Yue's trembling hands lifted that layer of white cloth little by little.

Under the white cloth, Ming Yu was lying peacefully, she didn't seem to have left at all, more like she was fast asleep.

Once upon a time.

Wan Yue likes to see Ming Yu's innocent sleeping face the most, she feels that her Ming Yu is probably the most beautiful person in the world.

her lips.

her eyes.

her eyebrows.

Song Wanyue stroked Ming Yu's cheek little by little, she didn't cry, but even the policemen around who were used to seeing life and death couldn't help but turn red when they saw her like that.

In the end, Song Wanyue lowered her head, and she kissed Ming Yu's lips. After all, cold tears slid down her cheeks, she was choked up, she was in pain, and her heart was torn apart.

"Ming Yu, wake up, wake up quickly."

You promised me to take care of me for the rest of my life.

We are getting married soon.

How can you just leave me like this?

……

The next variety.

Song Wanyue actually thought that she and Ming Yu would part ways one day.

Maybe it was the old lady who left first to kiss the old lady who had fallen asleep and went to heaven one morning when their heads were full of gray hair.

They made an appointment, and if it happened like that, no one should cry.

The one who goes first will wait for the other in heaven.

In this life, they love each other.

In the afterlife, continue to be husband and wife.

her lady.

her wife.

……

But now.

Song Wanyue is about to see her Mingyu for the last time.

In the white and oppressive morgue.

Song Wanyue was like usual, she kissed her forehead lightly, she stroked Ming Yu's eyebrows over and over again with her hands, she gently rubbed her neck against her cheeks, her slender arms wrapped around her slender arms little by little. waist.

"The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you slowly..."

This is the song Ming Yu sang in her ear most often.

In the past, she sang to Wan Yue, and Wan Yue was always very happy.

But now, Wan Yue sang to her, but she didn't respond at all.

Heartless Ming Yu.

Zhang Hui and Song Wanyue's parents waited outside for three full hours, unable to hold back the crematorium's staff urging them over and over again.

She had no choice but to go in and take a look at Wan Yue.

when she went in.

Wan Yue was sitting on the ground, her legs half-kneeling, her upper body represented Ming Yu, one arm was around her waist, the other was interlocking her fingers, and she murmured: "Ming Yu, I've been talking for so long, Why are you still ignoring me? Didn't you like to talk about me the most before?"

"Wake up, please? I promise you, I will never eat greasy food or order takeaway again."

"I am obedient and will wait for you at home every day."

"Are you giving this ring to me? Fool, you haven't put it on for me yourself."

"I bought a wedding dress, Ming Yu, you will definitely like it."

"Ming Yu, how could you lose me? I am your wife..."

……

Zhang Hui covered her mouth with her hand, turned her back against the cold wall, bit her lip tightly to restrain herself from crying.

……

"Don't go, Ming Yu, please."

"I beg you……"

The lover's lingering and sorrowful retention reverberated in a emptiness and desolation.

Xiao Mingyu could no longer respond to her.

And Wanyue could only look at her lover, the one who used to sleep next to her every day, the one who would kiss her on the forehead as soon as he woke up and say he loved her, spoil her to heaven and say he would never leave her... In the end, he just turned into that A handful of cold ashes sprinkled on Song Wanyue's heart.