Forced to make a fake show with the president

Tan Yuqing had a very, very long dream, reenacting all her life in the past 20 years like a revolving lantern.Happiness and well-being were synonymous with her before she was an adult, and she once thought that such a boring and fulfilling life would repeat her whole life.

Unfortunately, half a year later, this rich and happy life building was completely overturned.

Death, an accidental car accident, she received a death notice from the hospital before she even had time to see her father for the last time.

When we met again, it was the lifeless body under the cold white cloth.

For the first time in her life, she knew that the temperature of the cremation site was so hot, and human life was also fragile.

No matter who you are, whether you were poor or rich in life, you are nothing but a handful of ashes after death.

The rain on the day of the burial was extremely cold, and Tan Yuqing still felt bitingly cold in his coat.The autumn tiger in October is actually nothing more than that.

Death, since then, this term has been the thing she hates the most in this life.

After the [-] million owed was paid off, Tan Yuqing was extremely happy. The heavy burden on her body was finally lifted, and she and her mother were finally free.Touched, bitter, and the exhaustion of the past surged in a flash, she laughed and cried, and it was the first time she knew that crying with joy was true.

The future is no longer an illusion, and life is gradually improving. Tan Yuqing thought that the rest of her life would be spent in a healthy and prosperous life, but fate seemed to be particularly "favored" to her, and couldn't wait to defeat her.

Mother—the person who really accompanied her to protect her and depended on her for life passed away.

At this moment, the whole world collapsed, and Tan Yuqing knew that the warm sun in her life had fallen.

Living is too difficult and bitter, she doesn't want anything extravagantly now, she just wants the gods to take her life, so that she can reunite with her family in the underworld.

It is a pity that such a request is difficult to realize after all.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and the dry white light was particularly eye-catching.Tan Yuqing raised his hand to block his sight, only to realize that his limbs were so limp that he couldn't use any strength.Before she could struggle to look away, someone dimmed the lights in a heartfelt way.

"Yuqing...you're awake." A familiar voice rang out, pulling Tan Yuqing back to reality, and the news of her mother's death played back in her ears again.

Tan Yuqing suddenly fell into an ice cave, and wanted to cover her ears not to listen, close her eyes not to watch, but someone refused to fulfill her wish.

"Yuqing." Pei Xi probed her head, covering Tan Yuqing's head with warm hands, her face full of anxiety.

Tan Yuqing was in a mess, she didn't want to hear anything, and she didn't want to do anything, she couldn't hold back her usual smile, she gave her a blank look, and then closed it again.

so tired.Why not let her die, why let her wake up again.

God is unfair.

"I'm sorry." The man apologized again.

But what's the point? A person cannot be resurrected after death.Tan Yuqing didn't blame Pei Xi, since there must be a reason for concealing it, she could understand, but she didn't want to know, nor was she interested in knowing.

She just wants to calm down now, and it's best to stay alone without disturbing anyone.

"Pei Xi." She said wearily, "Can you let me stay by myself for a while?"

Pei Xi took a breath, and stood up after a long silence. Her footsteps were extraordinarily heavy. She stayed on the ground for a long time before lifting up with difficulty and slowly. Before leaving, she apologized again: "I'm sorry, my aunt is in Beijing, and the suicide note will be delivered soon."

Tan Yuqing didn't answer, but a faint vitality sprouted from his withered heart.

suicide note...

What would mom write?

She didn't know about this question, but it became her only support for survival during the next three long and lonely days.

If a person wants to beg for death, there are actually many ways, even lying on a hospital bed, it can be easily achieved in a hospital, but once there are scruples, it will be different.

Three days passed in torment. Although Tan Yuqing was emotionally broken, there was nothing wrong with her body after all, and she was successfully discharged from the hospital during such a long time of torment.

During the period, Xu Liangyu came once, and the man's parents also came once, but Tan Yuqing didn't see anyone.

Too tired, her whole heart was tightly surrounded by the news of her mother's death, and she was tired of dealing with other things.Give her some more time, as long as it takes a while, she will recover soon.

On February [-]th, Qiao Xu came back after a long journey, with a particularly haggard face. It could be seen that she was not living well these days, and even her hands were shaking when she handed back the suicide note.

In this matter, she was the only one who had nothing to do with it, but she was busy running around and doing her best.Tan Yuqing originally wanted to comfort her, but her eyes touched the three beautiful characters "to my daughter" on the envelope, and she couldn't say anything.

Tears welled up in an instant, and she took the envelope.The handwriting is still delicate and beautiful, but it is a pity that the person who wrote it has long been paid to Huangquan.

There is Yin and Yang between them, and they will never see each other again.

- to daughter

Yuqing, I'm sorry.If you read this letter, your mother is probably not here anymore, and she promised to see you succeed in everything and accompany you from winter to spring, but now I'm afraid I'm going to lose my promise...

For three days, Tan Yuqing tried her best to pretend to look good.But now, this long letter, this thin white paper, seems to have magical powers, tearing up all the camouflage mercilessly.

A stiff heart, under the gentle words of the mother, slowly softened and came back to life again.

People have joys and sorrows, life, old age, sickness and death are really helpless.There is no way to change it, and there is no way to turn it back to heaven. Nature has its laws, and everything is so small in front of it.You can't change the world, you can only change yourself.

Zhang Shuhua is a very smart person. She had expected that Tan Yuqing would seek death, so in this article, the lines are full of longing and regret for life.

She is very smart, but at the same time she is very despicable. She clearly knows that her daughter will feel guilty for her death, and she will tell her regrets in life one by one, and hand over her dream to her daughter, so that she can realize it slowly.

It's not a conspiracy, it's a plot, it's a clear calculation, but Tan Yuqing will still jump into it, and even enjoy it.

No matter how many words there are, there will be time to finish talking, and no matter how long the letter will be read, no matter how serious and slow Tan Yuqing is, after 15 minutes, this thin letter paper will finally be powerlessly put down.It's just that there are a few more wet water stains on the pale yellow letter paper, which blurred the neat and neat handwriting a little.

Crying, wailing, there is no need to suppress it, because the sky is unfair, and because it is impossible to ask for death.

In the past 20 years, Tan Yuqing has cried many times because of her injuries, but she has never cried so heartbrokenly and deeply in her bones.

It turns out that the most painful thing in the world is not all kinds of humiliation, but death.Helpless and helpless, in the face of death, even trying every means is useless.

Pei Xi looked distressed, and walked over to hug her. Tan Yuqing didn't push her away, but slowly leaned his head on her shoulder, with his hands tightly around her waist, wishing to hug her to the bone, and wishing to express all her grievances.

On February [-]th, Tan Yuqing came to Capital Hospital and transferred her mother to a good funeral home.

Make up, make shrouds, pay homage, write life.

After a whole day, Tan Yuqing's body was covered with the smell of sandalwood, and the pure white filial piety made her thinner and thinner, her eyes were dull, but fortunately, the instinct to live was still there, and she was still alive.

February [-]th is Zhang Shuhua's first seven days. It is said that after death, people will return on the first seven days.Tan Yuqing went to bed early. In order to see her mother for the last time, she didn't even go back to the hotel, so she slept in her mother's ancestral hall.

It's a pity that the sky was not as good as people wished, and she couldn't dream of anything even though she was full of expectations.

After the first seven days, it was time for the burial, and only urns could be carried on the plane, so Tan Yuqing had to find a crematorium and burn her mother like a torch.

Last time, her father's urn was held by her mother. This time, she hugged her mother's urn with her own hands and realized that a person can be so light that it can be lifted with one hand.

It was Xu Liangyu who picked her up when she got off the plane, but Pei Xi didn't come, this was Tan Yuqing's special order, because she still blamed Pei Xi in her heart.

She always thinks from time to time, if she can find out earlier, if she refuses her mother to travel, if she goes with her...

If Pei Xi didn't hide it from her.

Is there any room for turning things around?

Tan Yuqing didn't know, but such thoughts emerged endlessly.

I'm sorry, Bae Hee.Let me be willful for a while, give me some more time, soon, I will recover as before, and continue to be your lover.

At this time, she, they, firmly believed in this.

"Is everything ready?" Xu Liangyu opened the car door, his eyes always fell on the urn vaguely, his sentimentality and compassion could not be completely hidden, and he couldn't help but reveal something.

Tan Yuqing hugged her even tighter, and gave a low hum.

"Go home first, or go directly to the cemetery?"

"Go to the cemetery." Tan Yuqing replied woodenly, but he never raised his head, staring at the urn in his arms for a moment.

go home?Does she still have a home?

That is at most a few houses.

She has occupied her mother for two years, and her father must have been dissatisfied for a long time, and it is time to return her now.

During the joint burial, Tan Yuqing specially invited a Feng Shui master.Although she doesn't believe in these things, she still wants her parents to live better down there.

The funeral was not grand, and no relatives and friends were invited.After all, after the death of his father, those relatives have long since ceased contact.

Keep everything simple, only she, Xu Liangyu and Pei Xi were present.

On the day of the burial, there was a rare light rain in City A.

Maybe it's the early spring, and although the rain is cool, it's not cold. It's dripping and drizzling, just like my mother herself.

Tan Yuqing didn't cry this time, but smiled a bit, but with his dead eyes, it looked very far-fetched.

Far-fetched and embarrassing.

I'm sorry, but my daughter still can't let go.

No matter how good the promise is, no matter how sweet the comfort is, but if something is lost, it is lost.Forever, this life can never be found again.

In the drizzle, Tan Yuqing closed her eyes tightly, clenched her fingers tightly, and forcibly suppressed it so as not to lose her composure.

Pei Xi never took his eyes off her, so he naturally had a panoramic view of this scene.She really wanted to run over and hug her tightly, but just as soon as she lifted her footsteps, she stopped abruptly.

What's the use of going, I am afraid that in Tan Yuqing's heart, he is no different from an executioner.

Pei Xi smiled wryly against the rain, her usually neat hair was already messed up.

There is no regret medicine in the world, even if there was, she probably wouldn't take it.

The funeral was over, what had to be left was gone, and what was to be done was done. Tan Yuqing looked at the gloomy sky, dazed and empty.

Raindrops fell on her thin body, making her already thin body even weaker, as if she would be crushed by water droplets in the next moment.

Suddenly a dark gray umbrella approached, blocking the drizzle outside.

Tan Yuqing looked back and saw Pei Xiqing's face mixed with trouble and worry.

"I'm sorry." The man opened his mouth, still unable to get rid of the apology and guilt.

Tan Yuqing sneered and hooked her lips: "I don't blame you."

Pei Xi shook his head: "You complain."

The mouth can lie, but the eyes can't.

This time Tan Yuqing didn't speak any more, but the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly hardened, his expression was not like a smile, it was ugly and bitter.

Pei Xi opened his mouth, but in the end he hugged him, or restrained him without saying a word.

Because the person in his arms was trying to resist.

"Let go!" Tan Yuqing couldn't break free, and bit Pei Xi's shoulder tightly with his teeth. The huge bite force seemed to crush people's bones.

Pei Xi grunted in pain, but hugged her even tighter, as if she was afraid that if she let go, she would no longer be able to hold her.

"Going home? Mom has prepared dumplings."

"Heh!" Tan Yuqing sneered, and the strength of her teeth was squeezed a little, "Mom? Where do I have a mother?"

Pei Xi leaned down and kissed her on the forehead: "From now on, what's mine is yours. If you still can't forgive me, I'm willing to be punished for the rest of my life."

After saying these words, Pei Xi felt that Tan Yuqing gradually loosened her teeth, thinking that she had listened, and finally let go of her hanging heart, and hugged him even tighter.

But when she recalled this memory later, she realized that Tan Yuqing hadn't responded to her, and it turned out that everything had already happened.