Gu Liangjie stood behind Zhou Xixi. He wanted to go forward to comfort her. Mr. Gu reached out and told him not to get close.

Mr. Gu shook his head and sighed, and said in a low voice, "Let her cry, Lao Fang dies unjustly. He is about to be buried in peace. He encounters such a life before he dies." He is old and lives for the last time.

The wish is nothing more than to die quietly, and this pair of Fang Bo, who died in the car accident, undoubtedly became a luxury.

The morgue is a place full of cold and sadness, and the whiteness cannot hide the shortness of death. Zhou Xixi grabbed Fang Bo's body tightly and cried loudly. Finally, a sad murmur made her wait for her

Gu Liangjie was heartbroken. This time he moved forward, but Mr. Gu next to him did not stop him.

"Xixi, let Fang Bo leave quietly." Gu Liangjie's short tone included caring for Zhou Xixi and mourning for Fang Bo's death. His dark gray eyes remembered what Fang Bo looked like at the moment, although he hadn't.

He married a little guy, but found out that her relatives were his relatives. Whether it was a natural or a man-made accident, he would find out the truth.

Zhou Xixi could hear Gu Liangjie's words, she was crying, her eyes were wet, and her heart was also wet. She couldn't bear to let go of Fang Bo's old hand, she hoped that all this was not true. It was obvious that she was not true.

In the past, they were still together, talking and laughing. She still remembered his kind and loving smile. He said that one of the last two wishes in this life was finally coming true, and at that time he was still sighing at the glory of the years.

Gu Liangjie put his hand on the back of Zhou Xixi's hand. When she let go of Fang Bo, he held her hand tightly, "Bo Fang loves you so much, you must feel sorry for him, so that he can walk with peace of mind in the end.

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Zhou Xixi was taken back to the operating room by Gu Liangjie. She refused to sit and wait, but he hugged her tightly and refused to let her leave him. Finally, she curled up in his arms, lowered her head and felt sad in pain.

"Xixi, talk to me. Do you still remember what Bo Fang looked like when you were a child?" The little thing was hanging in peace. Gu Liangjie was worried that she would think randomly and spoke out to guide her to slowly release the depression in her heart.

He didn't want her to just show her past in her mind, and he could also participate in her past.

Gu Liangjie waited for a long time, but Zhou Xixi didn't say anything. Before he wanted to speak again, Zhou Xixi's crying sounds came to his ears intermittently from in front of him.

Zhou Xixi remembers that when she was very young, she was afraid of the towering tombstones behind her home. Her brothers often hugged her and wanted her not to be afraid of those lifeless stones and cement. She would cry out loud, and then the little girl

With unstable short legs, he ran to find the only elder in the family.

"I was very scared, so Fang Bo hugged me and kept coaxing me. He said that death is like a lamp going out. If the world wants to remember that there are people who have lived in this world, just erect a tombstone. This is their identity after death.

.I am most afraid of being bitten by insects, but those tombstones will not bite me. He said that those who are better than insects will only stay motionless. I still remember that he hugged me and walked in the cemetery many times, from close to

He pointed to the tombstones and taught me to recognize words. Later, when I looked at the words in the book that I didn’t understand, I would run to the cemetery to face them."

Gu Liangjie imagined the silly look of the little Zhou Xixi holding the book and running to the right words, "Are you still afraid of entering the cemetery later?"
Chapter completed!