forgetting

Jiuqing outside the door has been standing there for a long time.

Seeing Chu Han kneeling there blankly, he wouldn't listen to anyone's persuasion.

Jiuqing didn't know how to comfort her, and felt a little anxious. After thinking about it for a while, she couldn't think of anything. After wandering for a while, she still walked into the house.

"I told you to go out!" Chu Han, who was kneeling, didn't look back, but still shouted loudly, his voice choked with sobs.

After a while, I didn't hear the footsteps going out, and shouted hysterically, "Get out."

The visitor still didn't move.

Chuhan turned his head, "I don't want you to get lost..." The small, dark figure in front of him came into view, and the voice stopped abruptly, "Qing'er..."

"Qing'er..., you... why are you here?" The hoarse voice seemed to be trying to suppress the crying.

"Why can't I come." The voice was icy cold, faintly mixed with anger.

Walking to the couch, he put his hand around the princess's neck, and his pulse seemed to have lost its beating.

Jiuqing turned around, suppressing her anger faintly, "Chuhan, go to rest."

Chu Han still knelt there, motionless.

"Chuhan, go to rest." Repeated again.

Seeing that Chuhan was not moving, Jiuqing stretched out his hand to tug on Chuhan, exhausted all his strength, and dragged Chuhan out.

"I won't go, I won't go, Qing'er, let go, let go!" With a sudden wave of his sleeve, Jiuqing almost knocked on the table.

"Chuhan, wake up, your mother-in-law has already left!" Jiuqing shouted.

"No...no, Erniang is still there, look...she's still here..."

"Chuhan..." He grabbed Chuhan's hand vigorously, and went to check the princess' breath.

Chuhan suddenly retracted his hand and took it back.

"Leave me alone, leave me alone, Qing'er, I beg you, leave me alone." Chu Han lay on the bed, tightly clutching Wang Hao's hand, begging.

Jiuqing dragged Chuhan out as hard as she could, "Go and rest!"

"Let go, dear."

"take a break!"

"Let go, dear."

"Go to rest! I want you to go to rest!"

"Let go, sir..."

"Pa——" A loud slap echoed in the empty room.

Clear five-fingerprints quickly climbed onto Chu Han's handsome face, which turned slightly red.

Chuhan knelt in front of the couch, covered half of his face, and stared blankly at Jiuqing, his eyes were empty.

Jiuqing knelt down, hugged Chuhan, and put her face on Chuhan's neck.

His body was still cold in midsummer, trembling slightly, "Chuhan, Chuhan... I beg you, go to rest, go to rest, okay, I beg you..."

It seemed that tears had flowed across Chu Han's neck and flowed into his body, the icy temperature.

Silence, long silence.

"Qing'er..." Chu Han called out, his hoarse voice seemed to be whimpering.

"I'm here." Hugging Chuhan tightly, he was very scared, afraid that Chuhan would leave him like this.

"Qing'er..." Chuhan just called faintly like this, as if confirming his existence.

"I'm here." Jiuqing responded.

"Qing'er..."

"I'm here, Chuhan, I'm here, Chuhan, I'm here, I've always been here." Chuhan in his arms seemed to be trembling, faintly suppressed.

"Qinger"

"Ah————Qing'er!!!" The heart-piercing cry seemed to penetrate the scorching summer sun.

Chuhan hugged Jiuqing tightly, almost crushing his bones, afraid that if he let go, the person in front of him would disappear.

Deeply buried her head into Jiuqing's neck, crying uncontrollably, "Qing'er..., Qing'er..., I'm so scared, I'm so scared."

"Qing'er, what should I do, Emiang and father are gone, they are gone, they left me and I will go." Chu Han choked up, tears streaming down like rain.

"What should I do, Qinger, what should I do."

"Qing'er, what should I do?"

"Chuhan..." Hugging him back with both hands, he patted Chuhan's back lightly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

I could only repeat the monotonous three words over and over again, "And me."

Just like this, quietly hugging the early cold, from the bright and scorching sun at noon to the setting sun.

The afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire room, and the setting sun was like blood, which seemed to cast a deep blood red on the entire room.

Neither of them moved.

Jiuqing thought that Chu Han had fallen asleep, so she moved her body slightly, kneeling here for too long, her body was almost numb.

He wanted to ask someone to move Chu Han into the house to sleep, but Chu Han hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights, so he must be exhausted.

As soon as Jiuqing moved, Chuhan in her arms also moved.

The thin voice was like a whisper in sleep, spreading from the neck to Chuhan's ears, "Qing'er, I only have you left, only you are left."

"Qing'er, stay with me all the time, okay..."

"Qing'er, you will always be with me, always be with me, okay..."

"Okay." Without the slightest hesitation, he answered in the affirmative.

The setting sun is like blood, drowning in the hot summer.

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