"This is an envelope addressed to you that I found in Mi Tanhua's ward. Also, we haven't been able to contact Mi Tanhua's parents yet. This is her cell phone." The nurse handed everything to Lan You.
Lan You took it with trembling hands.
She opened the envelope and unfolded the paper inside. The handwriting was beautiful and graceful, just like her.
Lan You, when you receive this letter, I will have left this world.
Perhaps my life is just like my name, a flash in the pan, withering away suddenly at the most brilliant age.
Don't blame yourself or feel guilty about what happened to me. It's me who can no longer find hope to live. Death may be my relief and salvation. You must remember the two things you promised me.
Again, knowing you is the greatest luck in my short life.
The few days you've been with me have made me feel so warm.
Thank you, Lanyou.
Lan You burst into tears again, and the hand holding the letter trembled like an elderly man.
Mo Junyao quickly hugged her tightly in his arms and felt her trembling body.
Lan You choked up and said, "Why? Why was she thanking me even before she died? It was clearly me who got her into trouble, and she still said that knowing me was her greatest luck. How ridiculous."
"And I didn't see her write a letter during the three days I was with her. She must have written it today after we left. Why should I go back? Why can't I wait for two days until she is discharged from the hospital? Maybe she won't be so depressed anymore?"
"Why should I go back? Why?"
There was a hint of madness in his tone.
Self-blame enveloped her heart.
Mo Junyao's face was filled with heartache as he said, "Don't think like that. If she really wanted to die, you wouldn't be able to stop her. Youyou, have you ever considered that the fact that she's been so calm these past three days means she's figured things out. Perhaps death is her only hope of liberation?"
"Liberation..." Lan You couldn't help but mutter these two words, and suddenly said with a sense of melancholy, "Yes, she also said in the letter that death would be her liberation. She was a loyal person. Her parents treated her so badly, and so many people knew about her unbearable things. With her own body damaged, she simply didn't have the courage to continue living."
Gradually, Lan You convinced himself and calmed down.
She opened Mi Tanhua's cell phone, found her father's number, and called him. She called several times but no one answered.
She was so angry that she almost wanted to hit someone. Not only was she not there to take care of her daughter in the hospital, but now she couldn't even get through on the phone.
"Lao Jiang gave me 100,000 yuan." She sent it to Mi's father.
Sure enough, a phone call came in the next second.
"Epiphyllum, you are really filial to your father. I will come to the hospital right away." Father Mi said with a smile on the phone.
Lan You's eyes were filled with disdain, and he shouted angrily, "Your daughter is dead."
This shout stunned Misan.
His daughter died?
That's impossible. I just sent him a text message saying that I would give him 100,000 yuan as a gift.
Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Father Mi said cautiously, "Who are you? My daughter is clearly fine."
"I'm Lan You, Tanhua's friend. I lied when I sent you the text message just now. If I didn't do this, would you have answered the phone? I'm telling you again, Tanhua jumped from the 20th floor and died."
She roared out the last two words in an almost uncontrollable voice.
A little hoarse.
Father Mi was stunned, and the noisy sounds in his ears became quiet as if under a spell.
Two cruel words echoed in my ears, "Dead."
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lan You roared fiercely, "You don't have a daughter anymore."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly hung up the phone.
The hand holding the phone dropped weakly, and deep sadness enveloped her.
She thought, she lost her friend.
Mo Junyao helped her sit down and held her in his arms, giving her a little warmth.
An hour later, Misan came running and when he saw the white cloth, he suddenly staggered and knelt on the ground.
She burst into tears and said, "Epiphyllum, why are you so depressed?"
Lan You's face was full of indifference.
If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have done it in the first place.
The next day, Misan still had a conscience. He got money from somewhere and bought a piece of land to bury Mi Epiphyllum.
The weather is very good, with a warm breeze blowing gently, making it warm and comfortable.
Just like the feeling that Epiphyllum gave her.
She, Yuexi, and Wanying also came, bought chrysanthemums and placed them in front of her tombstone, quietly gazing at the photo on the tombstone.
The smile is as beautiful as a flower, but it can only be buried in the ground forever.
She looked up at a corner of the sky and prayed sincerely, hoping that you could live happily in another world.
The news of Mi Tanhua's suicide by jumping off a building quickly spread throughout the school. After all, it was a life lost, and everyone sighed and lamented.
The look he gave Lan You was full of mockery and contempt.
It was as if she was the culprit behind Mi Epiphyllum's suicide.
Lan You sat in his seat with no expression on his face, completely oblivious to the rumors around him.
Epiphyllum was also buried, but she still hasn't recovered from the news of her death.
For some reason, it became popular in the class to make origami airplanes, and they flew around the class.
He even secretly threw airplanes behind the teacher's back during class.
From time to time, the sound of tables and chairs clattering could be heard.
But when the teacher turned around in confusion, it was as if nothing had happened.
Lan You looked at this scene and couldn't help but think that if Epiphyllum was here, she would naturally take care of it.
Class 2 is now like a pile of loose sand, with no sense of collective honor at all.
Just as she was distracted, a paper airplane flew past her one centimeter away from her eyes and fell on the table.
The paper airplane was made of cardboard, and its wings felt like blades when it brushed past her.
A trace of red mark was left by rubbing it.
Before she could react, Mo Junyao noticed it and shot a cold look at the person who threw the plane.
The latter was so frightened that his body trembled.
The teacher, who was more careful, turned around in time this time and saw the plane on Lan You's desk.
He walked quickly to Lan You, his eyes filled with anger, and picked up the paper airplane.
He angrily said, "Lan You, do you think you are still a child? Still playing with paper airplanes. Do you really think that just because you got first place in the exam, no one can compete with you?"
Mo Junyao was about to retort when Lan You secretly held his hand, but the teacher saw this again.
The first thing she said was sarcasm. "One moment you feel like a child, the next you feel like an adult. You actually got intimate with a boy in class? Is there any order in this class anymore?"
"Teacher, what do you want? Should I be punished by standing, running, or cleaning? You decide." Lan You said calmly.
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