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Chapter 27

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    "Yang Xin is dead!" Cao Zhenzhu trembled her lips, her eyes full of fear.

    As if something was stuck around her neck, Song Yiyuan felt very calm, her mind and heart were filled with whiteness, her lips moved, but she could not speak.

    Cao Zhenzhen collapsed and shouted: "Come with me quickly!"

    Song Yiyuan didn¡¯t remember how she got there. She only remembered that in the blink of an eye, the two of them arrived under the school office building. There were many people, blood on the ground, ambulances, and many teachers from the School of Liberal Arts

    "It's dead, it's dead, someone jumped from the office building of the School of Liberal Arts!"

    ¡°Damn it, it¡¯s real or fake!¡±

    "It's true! My classmate was reading in the library, and when he raised his eyes, he saw it directly!"

    "Is he fucking scared to death?!"

    "Why did you jump off the building? What happened!"

    "I heard that he is a graduate of the Chinese Department, because of graduation."

    "What happened?"

    "It seems like this girl failed her defense, couldn't graduate, and quit because she couldn't stand it anymore!"

    "No, no, I heard from my friend in the Chinese Department that this girl climbed into the chair of the defense team and threatened that he must let her pass. The teacher firmly disagreed, and the dean was also very angry and wanted the whole school to criticize her, so  She just"

    "Damn it! Is there such a thing? When did it happen? How come I don't know about it at all?"

    "The fewer people know about this kind of thing, the better"

    "Wow, did you see any blood on the ground? It's scary."

    "There must be a lot of blood when you jump down from such a high height."

    "If it were me, I would definitely choose to take sleeping pills if I were to die. It would be so painful to fall to death"

    "The Chinese department is dead!"

    "Don't look, I'm afraid."

    "Oh my God, I seemed to see blood on the ground just now"

    "This girl is also weird. When she can't pass the defense, she comes up with some dirty tricks. Other teachers can also encounter it"

    "That's right, that's right. Now you're still jumping off the building. If you don't say anything about your own death and you've brought so much trouble to the School of Liberal Arts, your ability to bear it is too bad, right?"

    "Are you sure it was this girl who took the initiative to crawl with Wang Boru? Why do I feel like she received some hint? How could a girl come up with such a solution for no reason?"

    "I think so too! Maybe some teachers are scumbags themselves"

    "Hey, I'm about to graduate. I can't bear anything. Her mother has raised her for so many years, and she finally graduated from college, but"

    "If irrelevant people say irrelevant things, what does it mean to the relevant people?"

    ¡ª¡ªIt¡¯s a steel knife that scrapes bones, it¡¯s blood in the ears, it¡¯s a poisonous needle in the heart.

    Cao Zhenzhu cried uncontrollably, and the two of them followed the ambulance.  Yang Xin was lying in front of Song Yiyuan, covered with a white quilt.

    "She died on the spot and could not be saved. Who among you notified her family?"

    Dong Chaoqian, the director of the Chinese Department, was also in the car. He sighed and said, "The school will notify you." He said to Cao Zhenzhen and Song Yiyuan, "Call your counselor and ask her to come over."

    The call was made by Song Yiyuan. Song Yiyuan's voice was cold and restrained, as if she was informing a student to take an exam.

    Dong Chaoqian knew the two of them. He taught a major elective course for sophomores - History of World Civilizations. All three of them chose his course. Song Yiyuan was the only one in the class who scored 90% on the exam.

    He sighed, "Song Yiyuan."

    Song Yiyuan burst into tears for a moment.

    Yu Yi called Song Yiyuan in the nightmare many times. Song Yiyuan was trapped in the nightmare, clenching her teeth, frowning, and tears flowing uncontrollably.

    "Yang Xin, Yang Xin, Yang Xin"

    Yu Yi hugged her, grabbed her hand that was waving randomly, and pressed her head that kept moving. His heart hurt, "Okay, okay, it's okay, it's over"

    Song Yiyuan was gradually comforted.  Her hair was stuck to her face because of her tears, and she looked extremely miserable.  Song Yiyuan did not wake up, but as if she subconsciously knew that this embrace was safe, she shrank inside and sobbed.

    A warm kiss fell on her moist eyes, and Yu Yi pursed his lips - Song Yiyuan's tears were bitter.

    Not long after, Song Yiyuan woke up quietly.

    When she woke up, she was still in a daze, unable to tell the difference between the dream and reality. What gave her warmth all of a sudden was the sudden and steady kisses that fell on her forehead, between her eyebrows, and in her eye sockets.?Coming.  "

    He added: "She wore a gray long skirt today, which looks very good."

    He added: "She brought you white lilies, they should be very fragrant."

    Cao Zhenzhen saw Song Yiyuan at the bottom of the mountain. When she came up, she was polite and familiar: "You were earlier than me again."

    Song Yiyuan: "It's okay."

    The two of them were silent for a long time.

    Cao Zhenzhen looked at Yu Yi beside him, "Your husband?"

    Song Yiyuan then introduced: "Well. His name is Yu Yi." Then she said to Yu Yi, "This is Cao Zhenzhen, my college classmate."

    The two men nodded to each other.

    Cao Zhenzhu put down Lily and looked at Yang Xin for a while.

    Song Yiyuan was about to leave, and Cao Zhenzhen said, "Let's go in a while. The teacher is coming to see her today."

    The two people stood next to Yang Xin.  Yu Yi consciously stood not far away.

    "Why did the teacher suddenly want to come?"

    ¡°His health is getting worse and worse, and he wants to come and see Yang Xin while he can still move.¡±

    "What's wrong?"

    "It's nothing." Cao Zhenzhu said helplessly, "I'm getting old."

    Song Yiyuan¡¯s heart clenched.

    The two of them didn¡¯t wait long, and a car stopped at the foot of the mountain.

    Du Zhong got down from the car, holding white chrysanthemums in his arms, and came up tremblingly on crutches.  His wife supported him.

    Song Yiyuan quickly ran down to help him.

    Du Zhong didn't want her to help him, his face was kind and loving, "I'm old, but I can still walk some distance."

    Song Yiyuan had no choice but to hug the chrysanthemum.

    The old man walked up step by step. When he was almost there, Song Yiyuan inadvertently saw a little moisture in the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

    The old man is used to smiling, and even when he is not smiling, he still gives people the feeling of smiling.  It was the uncontrollable tears in this smile that made Song Yiyuan sad and breathless.

    She gave the flowers to Du Zhong, who squatted down and sat beside Yang Xin's tombstone.

    A small old man leaned against the silent and hard stone like a ball of hay.

    He looked at Yang Xin's photo and sighed: "It's all over"

    "Silly boy."

    I don¡¯t know if I¡¯m talking about Yang Xin, Song Yiyuan, or Cao Zhenzhu.

    Song Yiyuan's heart hurt, her eyes were red, and tears were in her eyes.

    Cao Zhenzhu lowered her head and wiped her tears.

    The old man stood up and said with a smile, as if he didn't see the two little girls being depressed, "There are four of us, teachers and students, gathered together."

    Song Yiyuan smiled with red eyes.  Cao Zhenzhu also smiled and said, "You don't want Feihua Ling again, do you?"

    The wife said: "How can he? He can't drink now."

    Du Zhong waved his hand, "I can't drink, and they don't have the skills to mess with me anymore."

    Cao Zhenzhen said: "Not necessarily."

    Song Yiyuan said: "My skills are still there."

    Du Zhong was cheered by the two little girls, looked at his wife and said, "Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?"

    The teacher¡¯s wife looked at them helplessly and said, ¡°Drinking is definitely not possible. You should drink bitter melon juice.¡±

    "good."

    "Sorrow is reserved for oneself, and remembrance is something that happens when one is alone. Everyone behaves tacitly and tries their best, and everyone wants to get over it quickly.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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