Chapter 114 Mianmian, Let’s Go Home
Secretary Jin was frightened when he saw him vomiting blood. He walked over to help Fu Quezhou up, but was pushed away by him.
Fu Quezhou's eyes were bloodshot, and the blood on his chin was shocking. Coupled with his sinister expression, he looked particularly creepy.
He reached out to wipe the black mole on the sole of the corpse's foot, and with a broken breath, he said incoherently, "No... You are not him..."
He wanted to erase the black mole like crazy, as if erasing the black mole could prove that the body was not Su Yumian.
But the body had been in the water for too long, and the skin in that area would rot if you applied a little force.
Secretary Jin couldn't bear to see Su Yumian die in such a disfigured state.
Then, he pulled Fu Quezhou and said in a hoarse and choked voice, "Mr. Fu, let Mr. Su rest in peace."
However, Fu Quezhou pretended not to hear anything. He wiped the mole from his mouth and said, "Mianmian, this is not my Mianmian..."
Seeing that he was still stubborn, Secretary Jin roared with red eyes, "Enough! Enough! You saw him jump with your own eyes, didn't you? Why are you going crazy now? Do you want him to have no peace even after his death?"
Fu Quezhou's movements suddenly stopped, and he recalled the smile Su Yumian gave him before she jumped off the cliff.
"Fu Quezhou, I forgive you."
In an instant, huge sorrow and regret hit Fu Quezhou like a tide.
He knelt down weakly, holding his face with his hands, and tears instantly streamed down his face, dripping through his fingers.
Only when love reaches its extreme will one regret it. At this moment, he felt as if his heart was pierced by thousands of arrows without mercy.
The bond between people is as thin as a cicada's wing. Su Yumian is just too tired and wants to rest.
"Mianmian..."
The call got stuck in the throat, turned into a beast-like whimper, and finally into a broken cry.
Secretary Jin watched from the side and shed tears of heartache. He took off his glasses and wiped his tears, then walked over to Fu Quezhou and squatted down.
He waved to the funeral home staff, his voice choked with sobs.
“…Burn it.”
Secretary Jin turned her face away reluctantly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The staff were also moved by this scene, but burning the bodies was their job.
When Fu Quezhou heard what Secretary Jin said, he suddenly grabbed the edge of the metal frame and refused to let go.
The staff member glanced at Fu Quezhou with embarrassment and said softly, "Sir, if the body is left here any longer it will start to stink."
Just one simple sentence shattered all of Fu Quezhou's hopes. He had to accept that Su Yumian was really gone.
"Don't... let me take another look, just one look..."
The veins on the back of Fu Quezhou's hand bulged out from using too much force, and his fingertips were frighteningly white.
He knew that if he let go, he would never see his Mi Mi again.
Secretary Jin sighed heavily and reached out to place his hand on Fu Quezhou's hand that was holding the metal frame.
The voice was hoarse, "Mr. Fu, let go."
Then he used force to pry open Fu Quezhou's fingers one by one, and urged the staff to push him away quickly.
In Fu Quezhou's eyes, the movement of Su Yumian being pushed away turned into slow motion. He watched Su Yumian getting farther and farther away from him, and was finally sent into the crematorium.
They met, fell in love, suffered physical and mental abuse, and finally were separated forever.
Fu Quezhou remembered every detail clearly, but now these memories have become torture for him.
Two hours later, a staff member came to Fu Quezhou holding an urn and said, "Mr. Fu, these are your loved one's ashes."
Fu Quezhou was stunned for a moment when he saw the urn handed to him. He couldn't accept that a man of 1.8 meters tall suddenly turned into this small square box.
The staff just quietly maintained that posture and waited for him.
After waiting for a while, Fu Quezhou slowly reached out to take it.
He gently caressed the urn, as if it were a rare treasure, and whispered softly, "Mianmian, let's go home."
He walked straight out of the funeral home holding the urn. Secretary Jin looked at his lonely back and suddenly felt a lump in her throat. Her breath trembled.
After Fu Quezhou returned to the villa, he held the urn and locked himself in his and Su Yumian's bedroom.
He didn't care about anything in the outside world, he just wanted to be alone with Su Yumian.
But now there is a very serious problem. Su Yumian is gone. How to tell his father this news?
Secretary Jin came to Fu Quezhou and saw him sitting dejectedly on the ground with the urn in his arms.
After a few seconds of silence, Secretary Jin asked, "Mr. Fu, how do we explain this to Mr. Su's father?"
But Fu Quezhou acted as if he hadn't heard what he said. He stroked the urn again and again, muttering to himself, "Mianmian, you definitely don't remember the scene of our first meeting. Let me tell you..."
Seeing that he was totally oblivious to what she was saying, Secretary Jin sighed to herself and quietly retreated.
He has to get out of this kind of thing on his own, no one can help him.
…
Three days ago, in Jinghai, far away from Hezhou, a fishing boat making tractor sounds was casting nets to catch fish on the sea.
Two men on the boat, one old and one young, were struggling to pull at the cast fishing net.
"Grandpa, this net is so heavy, there must be a lot of fish."
"That's perfect! With these fish I can pay your tuition."
The grandfather and grandson were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling. After they pulled the fishing net onto the boat with all their strength, the grandson glanced up and saw something floating on the sea.
So he poked his grandfather, who was sorting the fishing net, and said, "Grandpa, what is that?"
"What?"
The grandfather looked in the direction his grandson pointed, and saw a blue object floating on the sea, which looked like a person from its outline.
“That’s a human!”
The grandfather quickly pulled the boat closer, reached out and grabbed the man's clothes, and said to his grandson, "Come on, give me a hand and pull him up."
Finally, the two of them worked together to pull the man up.
Grandpa reached out and felt the man's breath. Seeing no response, he lay down again, put his ear close to the man's chest and listened with bated breath.
The next second his expression changed, "He's still alive!"
The grandfather and grandson brought the person they rescued from the sea home and put him to bed.
The grandson lay on the bed, blinking his big eyes at the person on the bed, and asked the old man, "Grandpa, this brother is so handsome, how come he is in the sea?"
The old man put on his coat and said to his grandson, "Xiaohui, you stay at home while I go get a doctor."
"Okay, go ahead." Xiaohui waved without looking back.
Not long after the old man left, the person on the bed moved his fingers slightly, but there was no sign of waking up.
Their village was far away from the town, so the old man rode his bicycle to the town to call a doctor.
The doctor simply bandaged his wound and prescribed some medicine. He then said to the grandfather and grandson, "This man has no other injuries except for the wound on the back of his head. But, Old Man Chen, who is this man?"
Old Man Chen scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "I don't know either. I picked it up at sea."
When the doctor heard this, he glared at Old Man Chen as if he was crazy and said, "You're going to kill yourself. You brought him home without knowing anything about him. If he's a fugitive, what will you and Xiaohui do?"
Hearing this, Old Man Chen chuckled and said, "He doesn't look like one. How could a fugitive look so clean?"
"I'm just reminding you that you won't make much money fishing all day, so don't get yourself into trouble."
"I understand. Thank you, Dr. Wang."
"Don't send me off, go back."
Old man Chen watched Dr. Wang leave, feeling a little uneasy.
The uneasiness that made the man lie in bed for seven days gradually dissipated when he woke up.
"Grandpa, he's awake!"
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