Han Meiya walked out of the hotel sadly, walking heavily and looking dazed.
The midday sun was dazzling and hot, and she felt dizzy while standing in front of the car. After a long while, she returned to the car, took out her mobile phone, and dialed a number in her address book while dizzy.
"Are you driving for me? Please come to the Bandung hotel to pick me up now. My license plate is Ning A52112." After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
She lay on the steering wheel, feeling like thousands of arrows were piercing her heart. But still, there was not a single tear.
Song Huaiqian was in a meeting when he received a call from Han Meiya. He saw that the call was hung up before he could respond. After thinking for a moment, he hurried out.
Half an hour later, the taxi taken by Song Huaiqian stopped in front of the hotel. He got down and looked around, and saw Meiya's car. He walked over quickly and looked at her leaning on the steering wheel through the car window, and his heart skipped a beat nervously.
"With a sound, he immediately went over and knocked on the car window with his hand.
"Meiya! Meiya!" he shouted urgently.
Han Meiya slowly raised her head with a sad expression. She saw Song Huaiqian outside the car window, lowered the window, and asked doubtfully: "Lawyer Song, why are you here? Have you made an appointment with someone?"
Seeing that she was fine, Song Huaiqian took a breath and said, "Didn't you find a driver? I am the driver."
"Huh? Did I call you?" Han Meiya asked in surprise.
She immediately opened the car door and got out of the car, and said to him: "Sorry to trouble you, thank you."
Song Huaiqian saw that she was in low spirits and had a sad face. He thought that his first love sister must have said nothing good. He didn't dare to ask any more questions and went directly to the cab.
"Are you going to the clinic or going home?" he started the car and asked.
Han Meiya leaned back and sighed: "We can't treat people in this state anymore. Let's go home."
Song Huaiqian drove all the way home. After getting off the car, he quietly followed her to take her home.
At the door, he finally couldn't hold himself back and asked worriedly: "Meiya, what happened?"
Han Meiya didn't answer him, she just weakly walked into the house and curled up in the corner of the sofa, motionless.
When Song Huaiqian saw this, he was even more worried and left like this. Then he followed her in, sat next to her and stayed with her silently.
After a long, long time, a tear finally fell from Han Meiya's eye, burning hot across her cheek. Then came the second, third...
"Haha! It turns out that he loves me and it has never changed. I am still his favorite!" She said with a choked voice and a mixture of sadness and joy.
Song Huaiqian was stunned and asked with his eyes.
Han Meiya met his gaze with tears in her eyes. She took out the letter Lu Qiuming left for her from her bag and said to him in a trembling voice: "His sister is here to deliver a suicide note to me."
"He died?" Song Huaiqian was surprised and couldn't believe it.
"Yes, he passed away, at the funeral last week." Han Meiya covered her face, her emotions seemed to have found an outlet, and she cried loudly.
Song Huaiqian felt mixed emotions in his heart, so he opened his arms, held her in his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Cry, it will feel better if you cry."
Han Meiya leaned on his chest, her eyes closed tightly in pain, and she cried several times.
"In the letter, he said, Meiya, I believe that by the time you read this letter, I will have gone to a far away place. I have disappointed you so much."
Han Meiya cried and read the letter Lu Qiuming left for her: "I have the same disease as my father. It is inherited in the family and the chance of cure is very small. At that time, my mother told me that when my father knew about his illness, he
She chose to propose to her mother, and she and her father were together, and she has no regrets in her life."
"But after my father left, I looked at my mother. She stood on the balcony crying at least 300 days out of the 365 days a year. The tulips my father planted for my mother were planted in the yard. After so many years,
But Mom is unwilling to plant other flowers instead."
"If Dad knew that Mom was living such a hard life, he would definitely regret proposing to Mom. He would have no regrets, but Mom would spend her whole life in pain and memories..."
"My mother loved my dad very much, so she was in pain. After my dad left, she wanted to leave this sad place, but where you are can't determine where you miss me. She missed my dad more and more.
"
"My mother feels that she will never get better in her life. She is a person with a strong heart, but she can't even get out of it. And you, who looks strong and independent on the outside, but is weak on the inside, can you hold on? Meiya, I
Love you. So, I don’t want you to follow my mother’s old path, can you understand what I mean? I’m afraid you’ll have to rely on those meager memories every day, every day, every night.”
Han Meiya's tears wet the letter paper, and she felt angry and bitter, "Song Huaiqian, do you know? He made the decision for me without even asking me... How could he do this?"
"He also doesn't want you to be sad after he leaves."
"But he doesn't even think about it. I love him so much. Even if he wants to leave, I still want to spend every day with him!"
After Han Meiya was angry, she was very upset. She leaned on Song Huaiqian's shoulder and said uncomfortably: "He left, why should I blame him?" After saying that, she cried softly.
Song Huaiqian patted her back with his hand. At this time, even the words of comfort could not relieve the pain in her heart, so let her cry.
For a long time, Han Meiya's voice became hoarse from crying and her eyes were swollen and painful. She slowly sat up.
"Are you feeling better?" Song Huaiqian raised his hand to brush away the hair stuck to his face due to tears, and asked softly, "I'll get you a glass of water."
Han Meiya nodded slightly, got up and went to the bathroom. Just after taking two steps, her vision went dark and she fell to the ground...
In the evening, Han Meiya woke up slowly. She looked up at the lights on the ceiling, and then looked at the bay window. The sunset was orange and slowly setting.
In a daze, she felt that she had had a dream, which was so painful that when she woke up, her chest was still tight and painful.
She dreamed that Lu Qiuming was dead. What kind of terrible and unrealistic dream was this? They say dreams are reverses, right? Lu Qiuming must be alive and well. But in the dream, he left without saying goodbye again, leaving her
She was very angry. No, this time she would not let him go no matter what she said. She was going to find him!
Han Meiya got out of bed and as soon as her feet landed, the door opened and Song Huaiqian walked in.
Han Meiya walked straight out as if she didn't see him.
"Meiya, where are you going?" Song Huaiqian asked curiously when he saw that her expression was wrong and her tall figure was blocking the door.
"Go find Qiu Ming!" Han Meiya said hurriedly, "Get out of the way!"
"He has passed away, where are you going to find him?"
Han Meiya was as if in a dream, unwilling to believe the truth, and said hysterically: "You are talking nonsense! Qiu Ming is not dead!"