Talking and laughing

When Xiao Nian’s eyes trembled, there was a chill in his body, and the medicine in his hand was sprinkled. He turned and ran to the main house.

"boom"

A loud sound came on the floor, and the bird on the tree fluttered with wings and made some sharp calls.

That is the gunshot.

When Xiao Nian looked up and looked upstairs, the voice came from the direction of Xu Bingxin’s room.

"Do not"

When Xiao Nian’s voice shouted out, his face was pale and he ran to the inside.

Mu Qianchu quickly followed her.

When Xiao Nian rushed up the stairs, don't, don't.

Mother, don't.

They only recognized each other for a year, the father left, and the mother could not leave her.

No, absolutely not.

Please, please.

Mother, beg you, you must be good.

Mu Qianchu ran faster than Xiaoyan, and he rushed into Xu Bingxin’s room and pushed the door opener.

When Xiao Nian rushed over, he was hugged by Mu Qianchu. His hand held her eyes. His breath was somewhat unstable and full of distress. "Don't look, little thoughts, don't look."

""

When I heard the words, the whole person was frozen, and the blood of the whole body became cold and cool.

At that moment, she felt like she was walking into hell.

She slowly raised her hand and pulled Mu Qianchu's hand down and looked forward.

On the big bed, Xu Bingxin was lying on the bed wearing an old-fashioned blouse. Her face was calm and seemed to be sleeping, but she had a silver pistol in her hand and a red flower on her chest.

Very red and very red.

Like the red dye in Chinese painting, there is no need to paint people, and the liquid is flowing freely, squatting on Xu Bingxin's yellow shirt.

"boom."

When Xiao Nian’s legs were soft, the whole person was kneeling on the ground.

Mu Qianchu looked at this scene, his brow screamed, and a sorrow swayed. He walked forward and reached out to Xu Bingxin’s nose.

I have not felt any breath.

He looked at the time and didn't dare tell her the truth.

When Xiao Nian tried to stand up, but could not stand up, she simply climbed forward, and Mu Qian began to look at her with shock.

When Xiao Nian climbed to the bed, grabbed Xu Bingxin’s hand and reached out and touched her face. “Mother, the plane is going to take off, we should go, come, you get up, don’t sleep well.”

When the guns were heard, the whistle and the servants and bodyguards rushed together, all blocked in the doorway, and the screams sounded one after another.

When Xiao Nian did not hear it, he grabbed Xu Bingxin’s hand and put it on his face, whispering to her. “Come on, mother, you get up, you squat, go to the plane and sleep again, get up, You are getting up."

""

Xu Bingxin lay there, no response.

When Xiao Nian looked at the wound on her chest, she said, "Is it painful? I will bandage. I will help you bandage. If you bandage it, it will not hurt."

Said, when Xiao Nian went to pull the drawer on the side, did not find, she rushed to the cabinet in the corner, muttered in her mouth, "Mother, you wait, I will bandage you right away, no, why not?" Who are you going to give me a medicine chest, don't you see my mother loves to hurt?"

When Xiao Nian went to the door, the group of people shouted.

Said, when Xiaonian once again rushed back to the bed, reached out and held Xu Bingxin's blood flow, the blood quickly dyed her hands, "Nothing, mother, don't be afraid, I will bandage you immediately, not afraid, no painful."

Mu Qianchu pulled her from behind. "Small thoughts don't be like this, my aunt has gone."

"You don't move me," Xiao Nian angrily yelled at him. "You will hurt my mother's wounds like this."

She wants to cure her mother.

She has to cure her mother and she must be cured.

Mother still wants to wash her hair.

"Little thoughts"

Mu Qianchu looked at her.

"You go away, you go away, you are noisy, my mother will be annoyed, you go." When Xiaonian pressed hard to hold Xu Bingxin's heart, pressed tightly, his hands were dyed with her hands, dyed Red her eyes.

Nothing, nothing, it will be fine, it will be fine.

Yes, it will be fine.

Mu Qianchu was simply holding a small thought from behind and wanted to hold her off the bed.

When Xiao Nian struggled, he raised his hand and slammed into his face.

"Snapped."

A loud slap in the blood.

Mu Qianchu was beaten to the head, and his face was a **** palm print. He fixedly looked at the little thoughts. When Xiao Nian did not care for him, he rushed to the bed and held Xu Bingxin's heart.

"Thousand early"

When the flute was wrong, he quickly ran to Mu Qianchu and took out a paper towel to wipe his face.

Mu Qianchu’s face was not very good-looking. He grabbed the paper towel and wiped the blood on his face. He turned and slammed into a piece of paper on the bedside table with the words dense.

He sifted through the content and then handed the paper to the moment.

"Mother, don't be afraid, I will cure you, I will treat you."

Xiao Nian muttered, suddenly a piece of paper appeared in her sight.

She looked at the past, the paper that the father had to give back to her mother in desperation. At this moment, there are many more words on it.

When the little thoughts were staring, the blood-stained hands began to tremble.

For a long time, she reached out and took the paper, looking down at the contents.

Dear little thoughts:

When the death of the death came back, I had such a decision. Don't be sad for me, I am very happy, because I went to heaven, there are music in the paradise, there are waves, there are small baboons, there are successors, I am very yearning. But I feel sorry for you. I left you more than 20 years ago, and now I have to abandon you. For you, I am a selfish mother. I also hesitated, but I am too longing for that place, sorry, my dear daughter.

Last time, you left with Miyako, I think you must love the man especially, so for him, you must live strong.

Mother bless you, you will be happy, you will be happy, you will have everything in this world.

This is Xu Bingxin’s suicide note.

Written under the father's sentence in Italian.

When Xiao Nian was kneeling on the ground, the blood-stained hand held the suicide note on his hand and his lips shuddered.

Hesitated.

Is this your choice after hesitation?

It was because the last time I chose to leave with Miyao and left no care for my mother, so the mother felt that Mongol was more important to her, so I could just drop everything to find my father and brother.

Sorry.

Mother is very important, mother is very important.

If she comes back again, she will stay, she will stay, beg you, don't go.

When Xiao Nian squeezed the letter and did not want to live, but her face was dry, no tears, she could not cry, she could not cry.

The father is dead, she has no tears.

The mother is dead and she has no tears.

She didn't know what happened to her.

If the parents are looking at her somewhere now, can they be more confident to hold hands together to find a younger brother?

She turned to look at the window and looked at the glare of the sun.

Please beg you, don't go.

Look at her more, she is very painful, really painful, don't leave her, don't throw her here.

"Little thoughts."

Mu Qianchu threw away the paper towel and kneeled down beside her. "I will do well after the aunt."

"I want to cry."

When Xiao Nian said, she tried hard to shed her tears, but she couldn't fall down. She was like a ruthless person with no tears.

""

Mu Qianchu reached out and held her into her arms.

When Xiao Nian leaned on his chest, she couldn't cry, she only called out hysterically, but the sounds were broken.

The sound sounds like a ghost wailing at night.

It makes people shudder.

Xu Bingxin calmly lay on the bed, letting the blood of the chest red shirt, her lips always have a touch of curvature, it is a faint smile.

With the help of Mu Qianchu, Shi Xiao Nian gave Xu Bingxin a funeral.

The funeral of the father and mother was less than a week before and after.

When Xiao Nian stood at the beach and sprinkled Xu Bingxin’s ashes into the ocean, now I want to come. When my mother sprinkles my father’s ashes, I hint at my own way.

Only she did not understand.

She was thinking about taking her mother away, she just thought about it, and finally she could not take her mother.

Maybe the mother is really happy.

Because I finally can swim with my father.

The wind blowing from the sea was very big. When the wind was blowing, the skirt of the little thought was flying like a butterfly wing, and Mu Qianchu stood by and quietly accompanied her.