Chapter 1251: When will I see this beloved man (6)

Fu Yishu received the news of Jing Qingjia's death late at night.

It was an obituary delivered by Jing Qingyi in person.

It rained heavily at night. The young man, who had always been unable to educate the Jing family, stood at the door, looking at him coldly, holding a black umbrella and wearing black clothes.

At that moment, Fu Yishu suddenly had a certain premonition. The fierce and terrifying premonition made him unwilling to believe it.

So he looked at the boy, pursed his lips and asked, "Why is this heavy rain coming?"

Jing Qingyi was silent for a while and suddenly said, "Fu Yishu, did it rain so heavily that night when you rejected my sister?"

Fu Yishu was stunned.

He remembered that day, it was a long time ago.

It seems that this is the same rain. Jing Qingjia said he loved him in the pouring rain sound.

But at that time he had not noticed his feelings, so he refused her coldly and got in the car and left. She chased his car in a mess in the heavy rain, but he did not look back.

Now, I can never look back.

Jing Qingyi looked at the Fu family's door for a long time, and his voice seemed to be soaked in the shade of the weather. He said, "She is dead, and I have not left a word for you about what happened not long ago."

This sentence was like a thunderclap, striking Fu Yishu, making him frightened, making him... afraid.

He was a little confused: "…what?"

"She is dead." Jing Qingyi repeated calmly and said, "She doesn't want to hold a funeral. You can come and see her on the day of the funeral."

He was about to leave after he said that, Fu Yishu grabbed his arm, and with such force, the veins on the back of his hand burst out.

He asked word by word: "What's wrong with her when you talk about her?"

Jing Qingyi took a deep breath and said, "You have heard it clearly. Fu Yishu, I think you are not an escape from reality."

After saying that, he pulled Fu Yishu's hand away, held the umbrella and turned around and disappeared into the rain curtain.

Fu Yishu stood in the rain for a long time.

The rain wet his hair and clothes, and he felt the bone-broken coldness.

A white chrysanthemum that came with the obituary was placed under the steps by Jing Qingyi. It had been withered by the rain. The fresh flowers that were not long ago were fleeting.

Fu Yishu's fingers were tightly pinched together, his nails pierced the flesh and blood, and was washed away by the rain, flowing to the ground, like someone's blood and tears blooming a misty flower.

Fu Yishu thought, that night, Jiajia, were you so cold too?

Just like in the future, I can never feel the warmth of this world again.

...

Not many people know about the death of Miss Jing’s family.

Not many people even knew that there was a young lady in the Jing family. She was ill for a long time and was almost isolated from the world. So when she left, no one remembered her.

The day when Jing Qingjia was buried was a good weather, with warm sunshine and blooming flowers, but the atmosphere in the cemetery was depressing.

Jing's mother kept crying, holding Jing Qingjia's urn and was unwilling to let go. Jing's father whispered to her. Jing's mother cried and said, "My Jiajia is still so young... She hasn't even passed one-third of her life... Why is God so unfair to her?!"

Father Jing was speechless and there were tears in his eyes.

Fu Yishu stood not far away and looked quietly, as if he was an outsider.

He couldn't even send the girl he loved to bury himself.

This is probably the case in this world.

She used to look at his back, but now he looks at her tombstone.
Chapter completed!