Jane Sanshao's love story

Jian Qiubai's expression froze: "Mom, you must go to the hospital!"

"Xiaobai, calm down... Cough, listen to me." Jiang Fengli said angrily, "I can't hold on any longer. I know it myself. I'm leaving. I'm going to find that bastard Jian Cunli."

"Mom!" Jian Qiubai's face was covered with tears unknowingly.

"Don't cry." Jiang Fengli tremblingly wiped away the tears on his face and said, "Don't feel bad for me, I deserve everything, God sees you suffering too much for me, I can't stand it anymore, so I Accepted, I should thank him."

"no no!"

"Xiaobai...cough..." Jiang Fengli coughed up another mouthful of blood, and Jian Qiubai wiped it away with her hands in a panic.

Jiang Fengli suddenly grabbed his hand, panting and said: "I didn't intend to gamble, I just wanted... I wanted to win some money while I was still alive, and keep it for you, I... I want to You don't work so hard after my death.....son..."

"Mom, stop talking." Jian Qiubai hugged her, "I beg you stop talking, I understand, I understand!"

"Son." Jiang Fengli whispered in his ear, "No, don't like Yuan Chengyi anymore, let it go, find a girl who likes you, get married and have children, and you can live happily ever after..."

"Okay, I know, Mom, I know."

Jiang Fengli closed her eyes, and suddenly said in a crying voice, "I will be happy when I die, pity my Xiaobai, I still need to be alone in this world..."

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Fengli's hand suddenly dropped, and the expression on her face gradually froze.

"Mom." Seeing her softened hand, Jian Qiubai pinched her shoulder in a panic and shouted, "Mom, what's wrong with you? I'm here, Mom!"

He yelled loudly, but Jiang Fengli didn't respond again.

The temperature in her hands is still there, but Jian Qiubai feels cold.

"What are you pretending for?" Yuan Yingying came over and sneered and said, "Didn't you just kick her a few times? How could she die so easily?"

Yuan Yingying never knew that Jiang Fengli was ill. In her opinion, those feet hurt her muscles and bones at most, but not fatal.

Jian Qiubai suddenly calmed down, the light in his eyes was like a deep pool, cold and desolate.

The boy carefully put Jiang Fengli on the ground, turned around, and said to Yuan Chengyi, who had been silent all the time, "I don't owe your family any more. From now on, we will be clean and have nothing to do with each other."

Yuan Chengyi clenched the hands hanging by his legs, and his lips were tightly pursed into a line.

"Hey." Yuan Yingying sneered, "Your mother still owes me money, you can't escape the debt by pretending to be dead."

Jian Qiubai turned her head to look at her, her voice was clear, "You said you wanted my mother's finger, right?"

"That's right." Yuan Yingying said casually, "It's written in black and white on the IOU. If you can't repay the money, you can exchange it with one finger."

Jian Qiubai nodded and said, "Okay."

As soon as the words fell, the boy suddenly bent down, picked up the knife on the table in front of him, and slashed at the little finger fiercely.

It was almost instantaneous, neither Yuan Chengyi nor Yuan Yingying thought of it.

The blood splashed on the boy's fair face, against his expressionless face, it looked miserable and bleak.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

Pain can spread throughout the body.

Jian Qiubai didn't feel it, and didn't even frown.

th.

That's about it.

Yuan Chengyi was furious, and pulled Jian Qiubai's hand over with a stride, pinched the part of his severed finger tremblingly, trying to stop the bleeding, and then yelled:

"Come on, man! Bring the car, bring the car!"

Jian Qiubai pushed him, but Yuan Chengyi didn't fall, but he did.

The physical and psychological pain made him faint.

When I woke up, there was still the smell of disinfectant.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Jian Qiubai immediately jumped off the bed.

"Don't move!" Yuan Chengyi, who was standing by his side, pushed him down, and said softly, "You still have a needle in your hand."

Jian Qiubai pulled out the needle on the back of his hand at once, looked at Yuan Chengyi and asked, "Where is my mother?"

Yuan Chengyi frowned and looked at the red bloodstain on the back of his hand and said: "She is also in the hospital, she was not breathing on the way here."

Jian Qiubai swayed violently, and asked in an unsteady voice, "Where is she now?"

"The mortuary."

Jian Qiubai pushed him away, stumbled off the bed and ran.

The morgue was very cold, Jian Qiubai only wore a very thin hospital gown, and as soon as he entered, he shivered from the cold.

Jiang Fengli was lying quietly on the bed in the middle, with a white cloth covering her face.

Jian Qiubai walked in cautiously, and slowly approached her. He raised his hand and lifted the cloth from her face.

When that bloodless face appeared in front of her eyes, Jian Qiubai still couldn't help sobbing and crying loudly.

"Mom." Jian Qiubai knelt down and murmured, "Did I make you unhappy again? I didn't listen to you. I didn't go to work today. This month's salary may be even less." Now, do you think I'm worthless again, Mom, you can scold me, you can stand up and scold me, you can beat me, you can stand up and beat me, Mom..."

Jian Qiubai couldn't speak anymore, and lay her face on the edge of the bed, whimpering and crying like a child.

Yuan Chengyi was behind him, draped a padded jacket behind him, and whispered: "The doctor said that you are too tired, you should not have too much emotional ups and downs..."

Jian Qiubai stood up, put the clothes on the ground and said: "You go, from today onwards, the two of us will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road, and we will never communicate with each other."

Yuan Chengyi stepped forward, hugged his shoulder and said, "Xiaobai, I know you are very sad now..."

"Don't call me Xiaobai." Jian Qiubai said softly, "I'm sick of hearing that."

Yuan Chengyi's shoulders trembled, and after a long silence, he almost begged to explain: "I didn't know that your mother was already so ill. If I knew..."