Chapter 703 Sorry, the number you dialed is not in service
Mother Jiang felt a lump in her throat as she looked at Shen Qing kneeling on the ground and kowtowing. She wished her son Jiang Yiming were still alive.
She walked over, squatted in front of Shen Qing, took out a pack of paper from her bag, opened it, and wiped the blood off Shen Qing's forehead.
"A Ming hopes you're well until he dies. Please ask his father and I not to make things difficult for you. You're a good girl. Thank you for spending a happy time with A Ming."
After saying that, Jiang's mother handed the tissue in her hand to Shen Qing, then stood up and left with Jiang's father.
Shen Qing clenched the tissue in her hand and looked back at Jiang's father and mother who had already left. The night wind was very cold, but Shen Qing did not feel cold at all. She stood up from the ground and walked to Jiang Yiming's tombstone.
She placed the baby's breath she bought in front of Jiang Yiming's grave, squatted down, lit the incense and candles, and burned the paper money one by one. The bright flames shone on her face, and her depressed figure seemed to disappear into the darkness.
"Jiang Yiming, I'm here to see you." Shen Qing squatted beside the grave for a long time before speaking softly.
Her voice was very soft, and it seemed even more ethereal in the cold wind, as if it would dissipate with a gust of wind.
In the night, she was a dry skeleton with a broken soul. She looked at the photo of Jiang Yiming on the tombstone. He was wearing a white shirt, with a big grin on his lips and a faint dimpled smile. It seemed like she hadn't seen Jiang Yiming smile like this for a long time.
There were only five short words on the tombstone - Jiang Yiming's Tomb, which ended his short life.
She took out her cell phone. There was no note for Jiang Yiming's phone number in the address book, but Shen Qing knew his number by heart and could call it out without any note.
She dialed the number and called.
Shen Qing once heard a rumor that you should not call the deceased's phone number in front of a grave at night, because the negative energy is too strong and the call will be answered by the dead.
Now she really hopes that this rumor is true.
The call was dialed, and soon a cold system voice came from the inside.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is no longer in service..." After Jiang Yiming's death, the phone number was cancelled.
Shen Qing's nose felt sore and tears immediately fell. She wanted to hear Jiang Yiming's voice again and hear him call her "A Qing"
Shen Qing looked at the burning paper money and said to the tombstone, "You better save more money down there. When I get there, we'll build a house together and there'll be a lot of money to spend. I agreed to your proposal when I was alive, and I'll marry you even after I die. Ah Ming, I'm here to marry you."
Shen Qing reached out and touched the photo on the tombstone, tears falling down her face.
Lu Tingchuan called, but Shen Qing didn't answer. He kept calling until the third time, when Shen Qing walked out of the cemetery and she picked up the phone.
"How long will it take for you to come back?"
"Lu Tingchuan, I'm not going back."
"What do you mean?" It was not difficult to hear how trembling Lu Tingchuan's voice was at this moment. He was afraid.
"What I mean is that I'm going to look for Jiang Yiming."
Lu Tingchuan's brain trembled, and he was frightened by Shen Qing's words. It was not autumn yet, but he felt that it was already the coldest time of the year. He shouted sternly: "I won't allow it! Shen Qing, don't do anything stupid, I beg you..."
Shen Qing's laughter was heard from the phone, and then it was hung up. It was so quiet that one could hear the sound of his heartbeat.
After hanging up the call, Shen Qing looked up at the stars in the sky again. She wanted to design a death for herself, a death that would make Lu Tingchuan suffer and regret for the rest of his life.
She stood at a blind corner on the side of the road, waiting quietly, with a smile on her face all the time.
She waited and waited...Finally, she heard the sound of a car approaching with high beams on. As soon as Shen Qing heard it, she knew it was Lu Tingchuan.
Facing the glaring headlights, she resolutely rushed towards the brightest light in the dark shadows...
——"Lu Tingchuan, I'm going to look for Jiang Yiming."
The moment Shen Qing hung up the phone, Lu Tingchuan's heart felt like it was being gripped by a hand, tightening more and more. Only then did he realize that Shen Qing had been acting strangely that day. First, she took the child's urn back to her hometown and buried it next to her grandmother's grave, and then she came back to go to Jiang Yiming's grave. She was so quiet along the way, quietly thinking about her funeral. Everything she did was in preparation for her funeral.
Why did he find out now?
He shouldn't have left Shen Qing alone, shouldn't have let her go to Jiang Yiming's grave alone, and shouldn't have let her out of his sight.
He had watched her so closely and locked her up at home, why would he let her out?
If...if Shen Qing had an accident, he would never be able to forgive himself. He didn't dare to think about it any more. After the car turned, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The car rushed out like an arrow from a string. With the window open, he could hear the whistling sound of the wind in his ears, as if someone was crying...
He accidentally turned on the high beam, the light was so dazzling that he had no time to turn it off. When turning, Lu Tingchuan never expected that a figure suddenly rushed out from the side and appeared in front of his car without any warning.
"Bang!" There was a loud bang, deafening, and the car shook. Lu Tingchuan gripped the steering wheel tightly and stepped on the brakes hard. Due to inertia, he leaned forward. Without a seat belt, his forehead hit the steering wheel directly, and his head was buzzing.
For a moment, Lu Tingchuan thought he was having a nightmare, but the headache clearly told him that he was not having a nightmare.
In this half-awake state, Lu Tingchuan opened his eyes, and his vision was stained with blood, both his blood and Shen Qing's blood.
Such a picture was like a hot iron, firmly imprinted in his memory, and he would never, ever forget it.
The windshield in front of the car was hit and had spider-web-like cracks. Shen Qing, wearing her favorite white dress, was like a white butterfly trapped in a spider web. Her body rolled out of the car and finally fell heavily to the ground.
The whole person seemed like a snowflake, and at that moment, life was fleeting.
Lu Tingchuan stretched out his hand to open the car door, but it wouldn't open no matter how hard he tried. He hurriedly unlocked the car, and as soon as the door opened, he rolled out of the car. He crawled on his knees towards Shen Qing.
The clean white dress she was wearing was already dirty, and the hem was stained with blood, like a bunch of bright red roses blooming.
At this moment, the inconspicuous little grass grew into a red rose, blooming with the most dazzling beauty at the end of its life, short but stunning.
The world was silent, with only the howling sound of the wind, as if someone was crying... No, someone really was crying.
Lu Tingchuan had seen Shen Qing countless times, but he had never seen her lying in a pool of blood, so fragile. He didn't even know how to hold her up without hurting her.
Shen Qing was like a piece of cracked crystal, which would shatter completely if he touched it lightly.
"No..." Lu Tingchuan uttered a word with difficulty. After his hand touched Shen Qing's blood-stained face, he suddenly collapsed and roared, "No, no, Shen Qing... Don't die, don't die..."
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