"Meiya, calm down!" Song Huaiqian held her shoulders and spoke slowly, trying to stop her from being so excited.
Han Meiya's eyes were full of tears, "He's not dead! He said he loved me, how could he not let me accompany him, how could he leave without saying a word?" She escaped, thinking that his departure was just a dream.
Song Huaiqian advised: "Meiya, he loves you and doesn't want you to be sad. He doesn't want you to stay with him for the rest of his life. He doesn't want you to be in pain, so he left you without saying a word."
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Han Meiya pushed him and wanted to run out.
But she was pushed against the wall by Song Huaiqian, who said seriously to her: "Meiya, face the reality, he really left!"
"Don't worry about me! I'm going to find him!" Han Meiya's breathing was rapid and her voice was trembling tightly.
"Meiya, can you please wake up? People can't be resurrected, so where are you going to find him? I think even if he is in heaven, he doesn't want to see you like this." Song Huaiqian let go of her and held her face in his hands.
"You take a rest first, I've prepared dinner." Song Huaiqian took her hand and led her towards the bed.
Like a puppet, Han Meiya got on the bed obediently and sat there with her legs crossed, feeling extremely sad.
Song Huaiqian sighed helplessly, turned around and left the room.
About twenty minutes later, he came in again, holding a bowl of noodles in his hand.
"Come, have something to eat." He sat opposite her and said to her in a commanding tone: "Don't not eat, you can eat less."
Han Meiya was looking down at something, holding up a hairpin and saying to him: "Look, he gave it to me the day he confessed his love to me, and I wore it every day after that. Then he left without saying goodbye, and I never saw him again.
Weared it."
Song Huaiqian said: "Then just put it away and keep it as a souvenir."
Han Meiya stared at the hairpin blankly, "I really want to blame him, blame him for being self-righteous, blame him for being selfish, blame him for not thinking about the problem from my perspective! But when I think about it, he is gone.
, and I feel that my complaints are so vicious, I don’t want him to leave, and I still have to say bad things about him.”
"Meiya, the deceased is the greatest, and we also know that he did this for his own reasons. In fact, if you think about it from another angle, he was also thinking about you, fearing that you would follow in the footsteps of his mother. If he broke up with you at that time, or
Now that you know his condition, with your temperament, you will definitely not let him go, so this is also his expedient measure."
Han Meiya smiled bitterly, "Really? I think what he did was really selfish. Wouldn't it be nice for me to accompany him through the journey of life? Doesn't it hurt that I know the news of his death now?
Is it? It’s not a matter of time. I really can’t understand it.”
Song Huaiqian touched her head lovingly, "He didn't expect that you would see that letter. He never thought that you would keep waiting for him."
"This letter was found by his sister when she was sorting out his belongings. Maybe, he didn't expect that his sister would find me and deliver this letter to me."
"So, everything is God's will."
Song Huaiqian picked up the bowl and said to her: "Come, you are weak now, let me feed you some noodles. I just called Qiqi and Xiaoai and asked them to come over and stay with you."
He picked some noodles, blew on them, and put them to her mouth, while saying, "I called Qiqi specifically to ask her how to make beef noodles. I just learned a little bit about it, so you can just eat it."
Han Meiya had no appetite, but seeing how caring Song Huaiqian was about her, she was too embarrassed to refuse, so she opened her mouth and took a small bite.
Well, the taste is indeed better than last time, the beef soup tastes pretty good.
"People are iron, and food is steel. Even if the sky falls, you have to eat. Life has to go on, and you have to look forward, right?" He was afraid that she would not be able to think about it, so he said words to enlighten her.
"Have you ever missed someone and felt so distressed that you didn't know what to do? I looked forward to meeting him again one day, but I got the bad news of his death. This kind of shock, loss, despair, made me cry.
, no words can comfort him. I just want to go with him."
"That's not okay!" Song Huaiqian said solemnly, "You can be sad and miserable, but you can never do stupid things! Life is so precious! Do you understand?"
Han Meiya looked at him blankly and nodded, "I know."
"You know that and you still say that! Don't say such things in the future!" Song Huaiqian was very excited.
He picked up the noodles again and said, "Also, don't cry all the time, your eyes will hurt. Just keep him in your heart and miss him silently."
"Let me take a look. I will make some arrangements for work tomorrow and then I will accompany you to his cemetery."
Han Meiya said: "No, I'll go by myself."
"You can go by yourself, can I rest assured? That's it." Song Huaiqian's tone was unquestionable, "Have you asked his sister? Where is he now?"
"Imperial Capital." Han Meiya burst into tears again as she thought of his grave.
Outside the door, the doorbell rang.
Song Huaiqian put down the bowl and said, "Qiqi and Xiao Ai should be here. I'll open the door."
Sure enough, after a while, Su Jinqi and Yu Xiaoai came in carrying delicious food. They had just met yesterday, but now they saw Meiya looking so haggard, they both felt heartbroken.
"Meiya, are you okay?" The two walked over and the three of them hugged each other.
Han Meiya's emotions when she saw her best friend were still different from when she was with Song Huaiqian. She was in the middle, sobbing bitterly: "He left and will never come back again..."
"Okay, okay, cry it out, cry it out, curse it out if you feel unhappy!" Su Jinqi coaxed.
Seeing this, Song Huaiqian quietly exited the room and closed the door gently.
The words of advice from the two sisters were no different from what Song Huaiqian said.
"Meiya, I know, this kind of thing even makes sense, but it's possible to do it, and how difficult it is. Take your time, we'll be with you."
"Meiya, where is he buried now?" Yu Xiaoai asked.
Han Meiya said: "His sister told me the address of the cemetery in Imperial Capital, and I plan to go there in the next two days."
"Just wait a little longer. We are really worried about you going out on your own in your current state," Su Jinqi said.
"Lawyer Song said he would accompany me." Han Meiya looked at the two of them and said, "You are both very busy, so let him accompany me."
"That's good. Lawyer Song is very kind to you and considerate. He will definitely be able to take good care of you."
Han Meiya turned to look out the window at the dark night, and said silently in her heart, Qiu Ming, wait for me.
A week later, Song Huaiqian and Han Meiya took care of the work at hand, flew to the imperial capital together, and after landing, drove straight to the cemetery.
There was a steady drizzle in the sky. Han Meiya stretched her hand out of the car window to catch it and murmured to Song Huaiqian: "The first time I met him was on a rainy day like this."