Chapter 493 I and Eleven Others Fight for My Lover 13
The two arrived at the Martyrs' Cemetery, and Shen Xinran took out the cleaning tools he had bought from the trunk. They carefully cleaned the tombstones while searching for Zhao Huaxing's name.
As the night deepens, their figures shuttle among the tombstones, and the brushes and rags in their hands become their tools for communicating with history.
After nearly a night of hard work, both were drenched in sweat, but the fatigue did not reduce the persistence and hope in their hearts.
At this moment, Shen Xinran was pleasantly surprised to find a name. The first character was "Zhao Hua", and the last character became blurred due to the erosion of time.
Shen Xinran squatted down and gently touched the worn marks with his hands to confirm that it was the word "Xuan".
But she still waved excitedly at Zhao Huaxing, "Come here quickly."
Zhao Huaxing jogged towards Shen Xinran. When he saw the name on the tombstone, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. "That's great."
Shen Xinran stood quietly aside. She looked at Zhao Huaxing's profile, with complicated emotions surging in her heart, but in the end it turned into a faint smile.
The sky is like a deep blue painting, and the stars quietly retreat one by one, as if the whole world is holding its breath, waiting for the dawn of a new day.
Zhao Huaxing sat on a bench, his gaze piercing the fading night. "This world is truly wonderful. There's no war, no strife, and everyone's face is filled with happiness."
Shen Xinran smiled and nodded, but her tears fell uncontrollably like pearls from a broken string.
Zhao Huaxing gently wiped away Shen Xinran's tears, his voice soft but firm, "Don't cry, my Wanrong must always be happy."
Shen Xinran hugged Zhao Huaxing tightly, her voice choked with sobs as she whispered over and over again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Zhao Huaxing patted Shen Xinran on the back and soothed her, "It's okay. I shouldn't have existed. It's my honor to share the same dream with you."
The eastern sky began to turn a faint pale pale, heralding the arrival of a new day.
Zhao Huaxing raised his head and watched the orange-red light slowly emerge. There was a hint of regret and endless attachment in his voice.
"I really want to see the world with you again, but it's too late. I'm leaving. Goodbye, maybe we'll never see each other again. But I still want to tell you that I love you, very much."
Zhao Huaxing's voice became weaker and weaker, his head leaned on Shen Xinran's shoulder, and he slowly closed his eyes, just like the farewell at Huayang Mountain.
Although I am reluctant, I can do nothing about it and can only blame fate.
Shen Xinran couldn't hold it in any longer, she hugged Zhao Huaxing and burst into tears. Her cries echoed in the silent cemetery, each cry filled with grief.
Qiao Sichen heard Shen Xinran crying and slowly opened his eyes, "Why are you crying?"
Shen Xinran held back her tears and asked with a smile, "Do you still remember, there was a person named Chen Wanrong?"
Qiao Sichen was stunned for a moment, as if searching for the name in his mind, then he shook his head slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes: "Is she important?"
Shen Xinran nodded, "It's very important."
Shen Xinran's voice was trembling, and he was almost on the verge of collapse, because this meant that Zhao Huaxing was gone, completely gone.
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Jiang Tong ordered takeout and prepared to eat with Shen Xinran. But when she opened the door of Shen Xinran's house, she found that the house was pitch black.
She frowned, walked straight to the window, reached out and pulled open the heavy curtains, letting the warm sunlight into the room.
Then, she knocked on Shen Xinran's door, opened it a crack, and called softly: "Ranran, it's already afternoon, why haven't you gotten up yet!"
Shen Xinran did not respond, and the room was silent.
Jiang Tong could only walk into the room, gently pushed Shen Xinran's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Of course, I ordered takeout, let's eat together."
Shen Xinran shook his head, "I don't want to eat."
Jiang Tong noticed that something was wrong with Shen Xinran, and she asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"
Shen Xinran's voice came out muffled from under the quilt, "It's okay, I just want to be alone."
Jiang Tong sighed, "Okay then, I'll be leaving first. Call me if you have anything."
With Jiang Tong's departure, the room was once again shrouded in silence, as if even the dust in the air had stopped dancing.
Whenever Shen Xinran thought about the fact that Zhao Huaxing was no longer in this world and that she had sent him away with her own hands, her tears would flow uncontrollably.
Shen Xinran just lay in bed, neither eating nor drinking, letting the sadness drown him.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, breaking the silence in the room.
Shen Xinran thought it was Jiang Tong, and was still thinking: Doesn't she have fingerprints? Why did she knock on the door? Could it be that the fingerprint lock was out of power?
But when she opened the door, she saw Qi Sichen standing there.
Shen Xinran was stunned, "Why are you here?"
Qi Sichen's gaze fell on Shen Xinran's slightly messy hair and red eyes, and a trace of imperceptible heartache flashed in his eyes.
He smiled faintly and said, "I saw that you hadn't come to work for a few days, so I came to see you."
Shen Xinran took a deep breath and said with a stiff smile: "I don't want to go to work anymore."
Qi Sichen nodded and said, "Okay, that position will always be reserved for you. You can come back anytime you want to work."
"Thank you." Shen Xinran's voice was nasal.
Qi Sichen noticed that something was wrong with Shen Xinran. He reached out and touched Shen Xinran's forehead, frowning and saying, "You have a fever."
Shen Xinran also touched his forehead, looking confused, "Really? I feel fine."
Qi Sichen picked up Shen Xinran's coat hanging at the door and carefully put it on her, "Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."
Just as Shen Xinran was about to shake her head to refuse, Qi Sichen picked her up by the waist and asked her concernedly, "Does your head hurt?"
Shen Xinran didn't feel any pain at first, but when she heard Qi Sichen's caring words, her eyes instantly turned red, "It hurts."
Qi Sichen held Shen Xinran in his arms and strode forward with steady steps, "It's okay, we'll be at the hospital soon."
Qi Sichen drove Shen Xinran to the nearest hospital and went to the emergency room.
After the doctor examined him, he said seriously, "It's almost 40 degrees. Why did you come only now? Take the prescription and go get the IV!"
While the nurse was giving her the injection, Qi Sichen stood behind Shen Xinran and gently covered her eyes. "Be good, don't be afraid. It will be fine soon."
This gentle tone gave Shen Xinran an illusion, as if the person standing behind her was not Qi Sichen, but the familiar yet distant Zhao Huaxing.
The nurse helped Shen Xinran hook up the IV drip. "There's another bottle after this one. Call me when it's finished."
Qi Sichen carefully observed the progress of the drip, "It should take a while, you get the IV first, I'll go get you something to eat."
Shen Xinran nodded and replied softly: "Okay."
She sat in the chair, watching the drops of water fall quietly, feeling the time passing by bit by bit.
Qi Sichen came back soon, holding a bag in his hand, "Is the IV finished?"
Shen Xinran shook his head, "No."
But after she finished speaking, her eyes were attracted by the bag in Qi Sichen's hand. The familiar packaging was clearly squid and potatoes, and it was from the store near No. 1 Middle School.
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