Ye Chengfeng checked the belongings, signed the papers, and left with the damaged pink suitcase.
Xu Wanqing cried her heart out in the back, her legs almost giving way and she nearly fell several times, but fortunately Su Qingyue came to her aid in time.
Xu Wanqing looked up at him, then pushed him away forcefully. "Auntie knows she shouldn't blame you, but Qingyue... she's our only daughter..."
“She…” Xu Wanqing’s lips trembled, and she could not utter another word.
Su Qingyue remained silent and lowered her head.
He still couldn't believe she was really dead, her clothes so deformed, burned, and unrecognizable, including her favorite light blue dress, now only a corner of it remained.
He looked up in confusion. Xu Wanqing had already gotten into the car. Ye Chengfeng called his name, signaling him to get in, but he gently shook his head, "No need, Uncle."
Ye Chengfeng sighed. His father, who was nearly 50, suddenly had white hair. His face was full of sorrow as he sighed again. He didn't insist on him anymore and left. He was going to sort out Ye Jiu's belongings at home and start preparing for the funeral.
His 18-year-old daughter flew away in a pink hot air balloon the year she was old enough to understand things...
He watched the car drive away, then walked to a nearby bus stop and boarded a rickety bus to Mingde No.1 Middle School.
Just as Su Qingyue reached the school gate, someone called out to him. His homeroom teacher greeted him warmly and handed him two files and his graduation certificate. "You're the last one in our class to get them. Good job, kid. You really made me proud in the college entrance exam..."
Su Qingyue was in a daze. Oh right, today was the day we were notified to pick up our graduation certificates...
He forced a smile and said, "Okay, thank you, teacher."
He opened his graduation certificate, and Ye Jiu's smiling face came into view. He still remembered the day they took this photo with the blue background, when Ye Jiu told him, "You definitely have to smile happily in the photo on your graduation certificate!"
Su Qingyue closed her graduation certificate, thinking sadly that this photo would probably be used as her funeral portrait...
Eighteen-year-old Su Qingyue thought his suffering was finally over, but he never expected that fate would take back its gift when he turned nineteen.
An old friend enters my dream, showing me how much I miss him.
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