Throughout Yu Wanfeng's life, he seldom regretted anything.
She always felt that no matter what happened, it was enough to have a clear heart, and if there was any hesitation, then think again.
How to say, it is your own decision in the end, so why regret it.
The future is unknowable, and there is no need to regret the past.
But that day, Yu Wanfeng regretted it, regretting that she went to bed so early.
If she didn't fall asleep, if she waited until late at night.
Then, she will be able to see the hot search.
She didn't have to wait until the next morning to try her best to catch a trace of falsehood in the overwhelming news.
Try to find some clues and tell her that all this is false.
Xu Mingchuan's rescue failed and he passed away at three in the morning.
He was the first medical nurse to be infected, he was very young, and he was on the hot search.
Therefore, the news of his death once again became a hot search.
The Internet is full of mourning posts.
The circle of friends is all about his elegy.
There was a lot of news in the alumni group.
The high school classmates are in the group, either angry, sad, or sad.
Impossible, no one wants to believe it.
He is so young.
He is so healthy.
A piece of weeping.
Yu Wanfeng seemed to have lost his mind, and was in a daze.
She read every news, her eyes hurt.
The knuckles didn't seem to be her own.
She fell into the pillow again, closed her eyes, opened them again, and told herself that she was dreaming.
But when she looked at her phone again, the news was still there.
Nothing has changed, nothing has changed.
She didn't believe it, and closed her eyes again.
When there was a knock on the door, she didn't care.
Later, the phone call came.
It was Zhong Chumian.
Seeing those words on the screen, she finally burst into tears.
She went out to find Zhong Chumian.
In pajamas, with messy hair.
I can't care less.
Zhong Chumian took off his coat and put it on her.
She looked into his eyes, grabbed his arm, and her knuckles hurt.
"Liar, isn't it?"
Her voice has gone hoarse.
Zhong Chumian was not much better.
He sat all night, his eyes were black and blue.
Perhaps I have cried and my eyes are swollen.
Zhong Chumian hugged her: "Xiao Wan, he is dead."
"Xu Mingchuan, dead."
Xu Mingchuan is dead.
These few words became a poisonous miasma that she could not get rid of, hovering over the city, shattering all the extravagant hopes in her heart.
Xu Mingchuan, Xu Mingchuan.
He lost his life, and his name, engraved into those numbers, became a cold "1".
What can numbers do?
Numbers have no life, no temperature.
It will only make that person's face more and more blurred, first printed on paper, entered into the screen, and after a long time, engraved on the tombstone.
What's so good about numbers, they are ruthlessly objective and cruelly real.
The number of deaths, plus a 1.
Everything that belongs to Xu Mingchuan, minus everything.
That day, many people were crying.
Or Xu Mingchuan's relatives and friends, they are distraught, they lost their sons and friends.
Or the strange onlookers, who are soft-hearted and mourn the loss of a young doctor.
Yu Wanfeng squatted in the corner of the balcony, helping the pot of crabapple flowers.
The wind was slight, blowing a few leaves.
Yu Wanfeng burst into tears.
She watered the crabapple flower, loosened the soil for it, took good care of it, and fed it day by day.
Zhong Chumian came over and stood in front of her.
Yu Wanfeng raised her head and said to him: "Look, I have raised Haitang."
Zhong Chumian felt a pain in his heart.
"Xu Mingchuan will get better too," she said. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com