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Ye Wenyu felt dizzy and lightheaded. She desperately needed help, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get home. She looked at Jiang Zhiming for help and said with tears in her eyes, "Please take me home. My mother, she—" She was too scared to speak, and her lips trembled as if they were filled with boiling oil.
Jiang Zhiming nodded, quickly helped her into the car, asked for the address, and then drove the car like a rocket, heading towards Ye Wenyu's home.
When Ye Wenyu returned home with Jiang Zhiming's help, there were police officers cordoning off the area downstairs. There was a large pool of blood on the ground, and the residents of the community were gathered there like ants, discussing the matter.
Ye Wenyu was like a puppet, seemingly soulless. Supported by Jiang Zhiming, she ran straight to her floor. She instinctively refused to associate the pool of blood on the ground with her mother, even though her stepfather had told her on the phone that her mother had jumped off the building.
A voice kept echoing in her mind: It must be fake! Her stepfather must be wrong! Her mother was perfectly fine, how could she suddenly jump off a building? It's impossible!
Even if the sky were to fall and aliens were to descend upon her, even if these incredible things happened, her mother would not jump off the building.
It was this belief that kept her from fainting. She struggled to walk home, but a kind aunt called out to her, "Xiaoyu—"
Ye Wenyu paused for a moment, pretending not to hear, and continued walking forward. Jiang Zhiming, who was calm beside her, grabbed her arm. His grip was strong, which made Ye Wenyu feel a little better for some reason.
The aunt walked up to Ye Wenyu, looked at her with infinite sympathy, and said gently, "Don't go home. There's no one there. Your mother has been taken to the hospital, to the People's Hospital. Your father has also gone to the hospital in an ambulance. You need to go to the hospital right now!"
Ye Wenyu stared blankly at the woman, who sighed and walked away. Ye Wenyu shook her head and murmured, "No, it's impossible." She turned around and continued walking towards her home, her body swaying precariously, her legs as weak as noodles.
She believed that as long as she reached her floor and knocked on the door, her mother would answer loudly and happily open it, just like before.
My mother was just over fifty, in the prime of her life, and my stepfather loved her very much. Now he was able to take care of her, she had a home of her own and could often come back to this home. My mother was happy, even strong and lively, full of love for life and hope for the future. How could she have committed suicide by jumping off a building?!
Therefore, this is a misunderstanding, absolutely a misunderstanding!
Ye Wenyu stubbornly continued walking towards her apartment. Jiang Zhiming, as an outsider, remained calm and rational. He stopped and grabbed her arm. She turned and glared at him, gritting her teeth as she said, "Let go! My mother is fine. She's waiting for me at home!" Her voice trembled like a leaf in the wind.
Jiang Zhiming didn't let go; his large hand gripped her like an iron clamp. He calmly reminded her, "Xiaoyu, go to the People's Hospital. If you go too late, you might not see your mother one last time!" His voice boomed like thunder as he reminded her, not wanting her to have any regrets.
When he arrived at the residential area, he stood at the cordon and looked up for a few seconds. The building was sixteen stories high. He heard from people next to him that the person jumped from the roof. The chances of surviving a jump from a sixteen-story building are extremely slim.
Seeing the pale, lifeless little girl before him, Jiang Zhiming felt a surge of heartache. He recalled his own life; the fate of the poor was fraught with hardship, like a tiny ant being tormented by others.
Therefore, he wanted to help Ye Wenyu.
Cherish her as you would cherish yourself when you were young and confused.
Hearing Jiang Zhiming's words, Ye Wenyu was stunned for a moment, and did not insist on going upstairs to go home. Jiang Zhiming pulled her around and said gently to her, "Let's go to the hospital now. Maybe your mother is lucky and will be fine." As he said it, he felt that his words were as hollow as an eggshell.
Ye Wenyu glanced gratefully at Jiang Zhiming, like a bewildered child, and let Jiang Zhiming lead her to the parking lot.
The two walked past the crowd of onlookers, who all cast sympathetic glances at Ye Wenyu. Ye Wenyu kept her head down, feeling as if their gazes were pricking her, making her extremely uncomfortable.
She wanted to hide, she wanted to run away, she wanted to scream, so she quickened her pace and buried her head even lower.
Jiang Zhiming held Ye Wenyu's hand the whole time, and soon he noticed that her hand was getting colder and colder, until finally it was like a block of ice.
The sky was like a heavy lead plate, and soon, cold rain began to fall. Life truly is a series of blows, one after another, giving her no chance to even catch her breath.
Half an hour later, the two arrived at the hospital. Ye Wenyu was still in a daze. It was Jiang Zhiming again who came up with a solution. He parked the car, opened the door, found her phone in her handbag, handed it to her, and ordered, "Call your dad and find out where they are. We'll go find them. Don't be afraid, I'm here." Ye Wenyu seemed to snap out of a daze. She obediently nodded, took the phone, and began dialing her stepfather's number. At that moment, she was incredibly grateful. She had seized the opportunity to ask Jiang Zhiming for help, and with him by her side, she felt reassured.
The phone rang again and again, but no one answered for a long time. At this moment, Ye Wenyu had lost her normal thinking. Since no one answered the phone, she kept dialing, as if she would keep calling until someone answered.
Finally, after ringing countless times, Uncle Wang answered the phone. It was his sobbing: "Xiaoyu, waaaaah, waaaah, your mother—" like the howling of the north wind, like the howling of a wolf in the dead of night.
A voice echoed in Ye Wenyu's mind: "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it." So, she asked blankly, "Uncle Wang, which floor are you on? I've come to find you."
Uncle Wang paused for a moment, then choked up as he gave the address.
Ye Wenyu hung up the phone, mechanically got out of the car, told Jiang Zhiming the address, and Jiang Zhiming took her hand and said, "Let's go find them now."
Ye Wenyu nodded and took a step forward, but her body went limp and she collapsed to the ground. She tried to struggle to her feet and continue walking, but failed several times.
Jiang Zhiming felt a pang of pain in his heart and reached out to help her.
He had just heard her father crying on the phone and knew that something bad must have happened. So, after helping her to her feet, he simply reached out and put his arm around Ye Wenyu's shoulder, half-carrying and half-helping her upstairs.
Ye Wenyu felt as if she were made of cotton or noodles, completely powerless. She had to be half-dragged and half-carried by Jiang Zhiming to get to her stepfather.
The hospital corridor was completely dark, like a blind night. The stepfather sat alone on the floor, head bowed, arms wrapped around his knees, his shoulders trembling.
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