Doctor Jiang is very gentle

City A is rainy in summer, and pedestrians holding up colorful umbrellas have become the scenery of the city.

The damp bluestone road is covered with moss, and students wearing sneakers come and go, stepping on green traces, covering one piece of life with another.

Tick ​​tick, tick tick.

The noisy city was so quiet now that only the sound of rain remained, and the air was filled with the smell of dust.

Cen Mi doesn't like rain, except for beautiful rain.

Thin raindrops fell on the tip of Jiang Lai's hair, and that long black hair seemed to be covered with a thin layer of silver powder, which was shiny and very beautiful.

It's not that Jiang Lai didn't bring an umbrella, it's just that he couldn't bear the wind and rain to blow the delicate white flower, so he stood on the side of the road and held an umbrella for the flower.At most, it can make the weak petals bloom for another half a day, but she doesn't care whether the effort is equal to the harvest.

The umbrella in Cen Mu's hand tilted a little towards Jiang Lai.

"Are you really not going in?"

The school is holding a memorial service for Yi Ling, as evidenced by the white flowers placed at the door.

Jiang Lai looked down at the flowers and shook his head slightly.If she went in at this time, it would only make Yi Ling's parents more miserable.She is the survivor of the car accident and the misfortune of others.

Jiang Lai came to Yi Ling's school not to reconcile with her family, but just to send the girl who saved her.Past experience told her that if she loses her loved ones, she probably can only rely on the deep-rooted hatred of others to support herself to survive.There is no solution to this matter, just as time cannot be turned back.If hate can offset some pain, that would be great.

Death is the business of the living. After death, a person must rely on the memory of the living to continue to survive. When the memory fades, she can truly say goodbye to this world.

Many people's memories will be like these little white flowers, withering with the wind and rain, turning into dust and soil.There is no difference between a person and a mote of dust. Civilization and honor are so insignificant in the eternal universe, not to mention personal sorrow, joy and melancholy.

If you can take it lightly because of this, you won't be sad. Jiang Lai did a good job in the past, but now she realizes that people are animals with emotions after all, and it is impossible to exclude themselves from emotions forever.

The rain stopped and a rainbow hung in the sky.

Jiang Lai looked at the sky and said to Cen Miao, "Let's go."

"wait for me."

Cen Miao took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the rainbow. Just after taking the picture, the rainbow disappeared.

Cen Miao said regretfully, "Why did it disappear so soon?"

Jiang Lai tilted his head and smiled, "Maybe Rainbow is shy and doesn't want to be on camera."

Cen Miao was a shameless person, he kissed Jiang Lai shamelessly on the cheek, then hugged her arm and said: "Jiang Lai, I want to eat Japanese food, there is a new Japanese food restaurant in Beicheng, let's Go eat."

Jiang Lai had no objection and nodded, as long as he followed Cen Miao.She and Cen Miao, one is as calm as stagnant water, the other is rebellious and unruly, but after being together, they complement each other, the calm becomes flat, and the wildness is tamed.

It seems to have had a sweet and beautiful little day.

Even under this undercurrent is surging.

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The memorial service was over, and the crowd was sparse.The sadness of passers-by ended with the end of the memorial service, and the pain of the family members has just begun.

Everyone knows that the memorial service is just a process. Most of the students don't know Yi Ling. They just listened to the principal and came to the playground. They seemed to bow their heads in silence, but in fact they couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to leave, or they made small moves in secret. Or fight with people nearby.

It's understandable to be noisy.Even adults can't empathize with the death of a stranger, let alone an innocent kid in middle school.

Some white flowers fell on the ground, no one noticed, and after being stepped on a few times, the white petals were covered with ash.A few drops of rain fell slowly along the eaves, and finally stopped, and then the cicadas sang and the insects sang, as if nothing had happened.

After the end of the game, everything is as usual, which is the swamp of despair.

A gust of wind blew down Yi Ling's black and white photo.The sunny face with a bright smile fell straight to the ground.

Yi Ling's mother hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was in a daze throughout the memorial service, as if in a daze.Yi Ling's photo fell down, so she hurried over to help it up.

She hugged the photo and cried and cried, tears dripped on the photo frame, she quickly wiped it off with her hands, as carefully as if she was holding Yi Ling herself.

"It's you who came back, right?! You came back to see your mother! Are you reluctant to part with your mother?"

Sitting on the ground, she didn't care whether her clothes would get dirty, and she couldn't think of anything else except the pain of losing her daughter.

"He Ping, wake up, that's not your daughter."

Yi Nan's eyes blushed, but he still felt that He Ping was ashamed to do so in front of the principal's colleagues.

"It's not the child you gave birth to in October, of course you are sober!"

"Yi Ling is also my daughter..."

"Are you embarrassed to say? Besides taking money home every month, what else have you done?!"

"You are simply unreasonable!"

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Like most families who lost their only child, the child is gone. This fragmented family relationship could have been maintained by the child, but at this time, it just broke up.

It seems that blaming each other, abusing each other, and shifting the responsibility to others can be exchanged for something.

But nothing can be exchanged.No amount of quarrels can cover up the bottomless pain in my heart, and there is no way to turn everything back.

But people seem to have such a bad habit. After a tragedy happens, they will do all kinds of behaviors to make the tragedy continue and stretch.

He Ping and Yi Nan have been married for 18 years. Before they got over the seven-year itch, they changed from loving each other to hating each other.Not long after they got married, Yi Ling was born. He Ping knew that Yi Nanxin was no longer with her, but fortunately she still had a child.

He Ping put all her heart and soul into the child.Both of them are working-class, but they give their children a good education. They bought Lego toys when they were young, and they started to learn English in kindergarten. They got A in elementary school and middle school, and they were in a key prestigious school. In high school, they sold their house to Yi Ling. Studied at the famous Noble High School in City A.

Yi Nan felt that Yi Ling was a girl, so there was no need to spend so much money on education, it would be enough to marry a good family in the future, and having such a high degree of education was useless.It was He Ping who insisted on giving Yi Ling the best education, she was already strong, Yi Nan couldn't hold her back, so she had to agree.

He Ping is selfish. She feels that it doesn't matter if her husband loves her or not, and it doesn't matter how many mistresses she has outside. As long as her children are promising, she will have hope in the future.What's more, Yi Ling is still very sensible, knowing that her family is not that rich, and she will not squander like other children. She cherishes the opportunities given by her parents and works hard to study. She is a good seed in the class. The class teacher said that she worked hard to get into A Most of them are not a problem.

Seeing her child's second year of high school entering her third year of high school, and after sprinting for the college entrance examination, she will be able to relax and not have to work so hard anymore.But when I was working, I received news that my child had an accident.The child who was fine when he went out in the morning turned into a cold corpse in the freezer at night, with such a big hole in his chest, just looking at it makes people shudder, how painful it must be.

She doesn't accept it.

Don't accept that the child's departure is just an accident, don't accept that misfortune happens, don't accept that the child died to save others.She only has such a daughter. All the energy she put in in the past and all the hopes in the future were all shattered because of an accident.

Someone should be responsible for her daughter's affairs, it is the doctor named Jiang Lai.Why did her child get into her car for no reason, and why did she block the deadly steel bar for her?If it weren't for Jiang Lai, her daughter could still live well.But her daughter became a pile of ashes, but Jiang Lai became a model of saving lives and healing the wounded in the news, how ironic.

He Ping has no husband in her heart, no school teacher leadership, no face, no other thoughts, only hatred: "It's all her fault! Jiang Lai! She killed my daughter!"

Yi Nan thought she was crazy, unreasonably crazy, he said coldly, "You crazy woman, Yi Ling's accident was just an accident! Who's to blame?!" Then he left the school.

No matter if you are watching the excitement or you are genuinely sympathetic, at this point, you can only say one sentence: Mama Yi Ling, please mourn.

All gone, all gone.

He Ping held the portrait of the child in a daze, feeling that the world is so big, only she is really sad for the child, no one can understand her, no one can understand her feeling of losing the child.Her whole life fell apart, never to be rebuilt, and people thought she was crazy.

"I know you."

In the dark at the stairs, a tall man suddenly spoke.A very peaceful voice, full of sympathy, pity, and more of a sigh of empathy.

Only He Ping was left around.

He is talking to himself?He Ping's eyes widened in a daze, and she looked at the person in the dark: "Who are you?"

The man came from the dark, holding a white chrysanthemum in his hand.He squatted beside He Ping and put Bai Ju aside devoutly, as if he was really sad for Yi Ling.

He Ping could see his face clearly. It was a pale and bluish face, with hollow and gloomy eyes, and black shadows under the eye circles. He looked sickly. The eyes and the corners of the mouth drooped slightly, as if they had never smiled.

He Ping couldn't help taking a half step back. This man frightened her not only because of his appearance, but also because of his temperament.

If you want to describe it, it is like a dead mouse in the sewer, with a disgustingly rotten temperament, lifeless, the temperament of a monster who has been locked in a cage for too long and only goes out at night.

He was not annoyed by He Ping's rudeness, and looked down at Bai Ju, and said softly, "I understand you... This feeling of losing a blood relative is more painful than digging a piece of flesh out of your body."

He Ping looked at him, not less vigilant, but she found resonance in his words.Yes, the child is the flesh that fell out of her stomach, and losing a child... is more painful than digging a bone.

The man sighed for a long time: "My mother is dead, and I am the only one who feels sorry for her. Others are just pretending and pretending."

He Ping hugged the photo in her hand tightly, and agreed: "Yes...it's all a lie!"

He Ping's eyes turned red again. After Yi Ling's death, she became extremely fragile, and the slightest stimulation would make her cry.

"Why is it only our most important person who died?" The man said lightly, and what he said made people feel chills behind his back. "Why do everyone look like nothing? You see, the person your child saved, even mourning I didn't attend the meeting, maybe I'm eating Japanese food with her girlfriend now, talking and laughing..."

He Ping gritted her teeth.

The man didn't go on talking, but stood up and straightened his clothes.The shirt on his body is expensive, and the watch is a collection of hundreds of thousands, but even this luxury can't cover up his aura.

"What do you want to tell me this?"

The man smiled coldly: "You should already have the answer."