Campus Alliance-Never Fall North Star

Three days later, on the day of the funeral, it was raining and windy.

The old people held the urn tightly, and everyone's eyes were red. Father Cheng Huan, who was always serious, was supported by others all the way and cried uncontrollably...

The mountain breeze, carrying the bitterness of pine needles, passed by his ears. The hem of Shen Jiaqi's windbreaker rustled, rising and falling in front of the tombstones where Cheng Huan and Song Chen stood side by side.

The photo on the tombstone was gilded by the sunlight, and the two young smiling faces were frozen in eternity. On the stone table in front of her, there were half-melted sugar-roasted chestnuts - that was Cheng Huan's favorite snack when he was alive. At this moment, the icing sugar was peeling off in the wind, just like those promises that were shattered into powder.

Her nails dug deep into her palms, and her leather gloves were soaked with cold sweat.

The sea of ​​clouds was rolling in the distance, and in a trance they overlapped with the light blue color of Cheng Huan's skirt in my memory.

The scene in the morgue three days ago suddenly flashed back: the sound of the metal bed colliding, the handwriting on the suicide note tearing through the paper, and her uncontrolled crying, all turned into a sharp pain in her chest. The throat tasted rusty, and she bit her lower lip tightly until the taste of blood spread on the tip of her tongue, barely suppressing the sob that surged in her throat.

……

Beside the Mother River, Shen Jiaqi felt as if her heart was being torn apart by a knife, as if millions of ants were gnawing at her heart.

She slowly stretched out her shaking hands and gently opened the lid of the ashes, as if it was an inestimably precious and fragile treasure. The moment the lid was opened, a breeze blew and lifted up some of the ashes.

Shen Jiaqi's eyes were fixed on the ashes, as if they were the most precious things in her life.

She wanted to grab the ashes once again, hold them tightly, and never let go. However, her hands seemed to have lost all their strength, and slowly opened, letting the ashes slip from her fingertips.

The scene was dead silent, everyone suppressed their inner grief and dared not make a sound.

They knew this was the moment when their two children would finally be together, something they had always wanted.

Shen Jiaqi lowered her head, her eyes were bloodshot and tears were welling up in her eye sockets, but she tried hard not to let them fall.

"Cheng Huan, Song Chen, your long-cherished wish of being together has finally come true! You are free..."

Shen Jiaqi's voice was hoarse and choked with endless sadness and helplessness. She watched the ashes in her hands gradually drift away in the wind, as if they were also bidding their final farewell to the world.

The rising ashes danced in the air like light feathers.

They fell beside Shen Jiaqi, as if they were their final greetings to her and their final attachment to this world.

Shen Jiaqi stretched out his hand and wanted to grab them, but found that his hands could only pass through the empty ashes and could not touch anything.

The ashes eventually disappeared into the sky, leaving this world forever with the two children's final memories of the world.

……

Shen Jiaqi stared blankly at the sky, and tears finally burst out like a flood breaking through a dam.

Only at the top of the mountain can you see the rushing river; above the peaks, you can feel the mighty wind.

However, in front of this magnificent scene, Shen Jiaqi only felt endless loneliness and sadness.

Shen Jiaqi just stood in front of the mother river, looking at the photos of Cheng Huan and Song Chen. He had no tears and did not say anything. He just looked at them quietly, standing in the same posture for a long time.

"I thought we had a long time to live together, and never imagined it would be the last time we saw each other!"

"Qi Feng," she suddenly spoke, her voice as hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, "If I had asked one more question that day..." The last syllable dissipated in the howling mountain wind, turning into a long sigh.

The sound of Ren Qifeng's footsteps mixed with the sound of dead leaves breaking came from behind her. When the cashmere scarf wrapped with his body temperature covered her shoulders, she realized that she had been standing in the cold wind for too long.

"Let's go back first. It's foggy." His voice was filled with heartache, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked her stiff shoulder blades.

Shinjiqi shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the tombstone, his eyelashes casting trembling shadows under his eyes: "Look, they are free."

Before she finished her words, a mountain wind blew up leaves all over the ground, and ashes flew onto her pale face. A violent cough suddenly hit her, and she bent over and covered her chest, her knuckles turning white from the effort.

Ren Qifeng hurriedly supported her trembling back, "Let's go back..."

The clouds gradually approached the mountain top, and the mist covered the overlapping shadows of the two people. Ren Qifeng held her in his arms, listening to the suppressed sobs in her chest, and suddenly remembered the tear-stained suicide note in the morgue.

The person in his arms was so light, so light that she seemed to be able to turn into a wisp of wind at any time and follow her best friend. He tightened his arms and kissed her on the top of her head: "Let's go home, the children are still waiting for you."

At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and a beam of light shone through. Looking at the azure sky and the white clouds floating in the wind, occasionally a few birds flew by in groups, looking very comfortable.

It turns out that they are the freest!

Cheng Huan, at this moment, Shen Jiaqi seemed to understand Cheng Huan's feelings, but he regretted not being able to keep her...

From this moment on, she will try her best to live well for them!

……

After that night, Shen Jiaqi slept deeply for a week.

The medical team was in a state of panic during the days she was sleeping.

Situ Lin led a professional medical team and brought a full set of monitoring equipment. As they connected the equipment to her body, his eyes were red and he looked like a raging trapped beast.

Outside the house, Emperor Leo was leaning against the railing and smoking, with sparks flickering in the night.

Situ Lin came over and fished out a cigarette from his pocket. His hands shook violently when he lit it. He choked and coughed after taking a deep breath. He smiled bitterly and cursed, "I really don't understand. What's so good about this broken thing..."

Emperor Leo blew out a smoke ring and sighed, "Because I'm helpless... In this fucked up world, we still have to fight for our lives, and we rely on this 'helplessness' to survive."

Behind them, Lan Yi sat there in a daze, not knowing what he was looking at. His eyelashes were trembling violently, as if he was struggling with the thoughts in his mind.

The waiter brought coffee and Ren Qifeng happened to go out. He looked at the cigarette in Di Leo's hand and took it unconsciously, but his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even light the lighter.

Emperor Leo snatched the lighter, lit it for him, and asked in a muffled voice: "Lan Yi, this time will it be..." The second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat like a thorn.

Lan Yi took a sip of coffee, the bitter taste exploded on the tip of his tongue, his voice trembling, "At most... only five or six years. Her foundation was not well-maintained to begin with, and she worked so hard afterwards. It's a miracle that she can hold on until now."

Situ Lin's hand holding the cigarette tensed instantly. He didn't even notice the burning of the cigarette butt that made his fingertips numb. He suddenly closed his eyes and yelled, "Fuck!"

She turned and rushed to the laboratory. When she pushed the door open, the instruments shook. She didn't believe it! There must be something missing! There must be a breakthrough point hidden!!!

……

Lan Yi looked at Situ Lin's back, his throat choking: "If she could rest completely and stop overdrawing... maybe her health would be better?"

These words were like a knife, stabbing Emperor Leo to laugh, and then he started crying. He had seen all kinds of storms, but right now, the country's top medical and elite teams, with a full hand of "top equipment", could not keep a person they wanted to protect.

……

Ren Qifeng didn't say anything, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed him.

Tonight the night is late again.