Lu Huaiyan looked at Pei Yunchen's actions, his eyes darkened, and as if possessed by a ghost, he raised his hand and grabbed the pocket watch on his neck.
On the pocket watch, he had a photo of Jiang Xiachu.
Lu Huaiyan frowned slightly, a complex emotion flashed in his dark eyes, and he held the pocket watch tightly in his palm.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Jiang Xiachu's appearance appeared in front of him.
She had a smile on her face in the photo, but when facing him, Jiang Xiachu's face was full of disgust and she wished to stay away from him.
Thinking of Jiang Xiachu's distant gaze, Lu Huaiyan felt particularly bitter.
Everyone had worked hard for a long time during the field training, so after a simple tidying up, everyone went to sleep.
The same went for Lu Huaiyan. After hanging up his wet clothes to dry, he took the time to sleep and replenish his energy to prepare for the next day's training.
Gradually, sleepiness came over me.
Lu Huaiyan had a dream.
In his dream, he saw Jiang Xiachu wearing that blue dress, riding a small bicycle out of the house again, and going to the street with a smile on her face.
The person she met was Jiang Lin.
The two seemed to be on a blind date again, eating, watching a movie, walking in the park and chatting.
This time, Jiang Xiachu chose Jiang Lin with particular determination, without any hesitation, and without even looking at him for a second.
Lu Huaiyan watched the two of them getting closer and closer, and he felt depressed and uncomfortable.
In the end, he still couldn't convince himself, so he walked around Jiang Lin and came to Jiang Xiachu, extending his hand to her, trying to keep her.
But Jiang Xiachu just followed Jiang Lin and left without even looking at him again, with a happy smile on her face.
Lu Huaiyan looked at the two people holding hands tightly, and his heart felt like it was cut by a sickle again and again. It kept bleeding and the pain made him breathless, as if he was going to suffocate in the next second.
He looked at Jiang Xiachu's departing back and wanted to reach out and grab her, but she walked farther and farther away, leaving behind only an illusory back that he could not catch.
Suddenly, there was a blur in front of my eyes and the scene changed.
In just a moment, heavy rain poured down. When Lu Huaiyan reacted, he was no longer on the street, but in another alley.
It was a familiar alley, very similar to the road leading to his home, but it was too dark around and he couldn't see clearly.
In the heavy rain, a thin figure was struggling to move forward.
When Lu Huaiyan noticed it, he narrowed his eyes and looked over, recognizing the figure at a glance.
It’s Jiang Xiachu.
She was carrying a little girl, about two or three years old, on her back. The little girl's face was distorted because of the pain.
Jiang Xiachu hugged her tightly, his eyes were red, and tears seemed to be falling non-stop, merging with the rain.
She sniffed, trying hard not to let her tears fall, and told herself to be strong. With her other hand, she clenched the umbrella tightly to protect the little girl on her back from wind and rain.
She walked forward in the heavy rain and strong wind, sobbing and muttering, "Don't be afraid, baby, we will be at the hospital soon, and the doctor will see you soon. You will be fine, don't be afraid, your mother is here..."
"Mom will definitely protect you, baby, don't cry, baby is the strongest..."
"Sui Sui, don't fall asleep. Hold on a little longer. Look in the direction ahead of me. That light is the hospital. Once I take you to the hospital, everything will be fine..."
"Sui Sui, hold on to mommy tight, don't fall."
“…”
Lu Huaiyan looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand. It was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
The little girl on Jiang Xiachu's back has almost the same eyebrows and eyes as Jiang Xiachu, and her temperament is also extremely similar.
This little girl must be Jiang Xiachu’s daughter.
But who is the father of the child? It is clearly the child of both of them, so why is it that Jiang Xiachu has to bear it all alone when the child is sick?
He looked at the thin figure and his eyes turned red in an instant, feeling extremely heartbroken.
She was clearly still a little girl, but she took on the responsibility of being a mother all by herself.
Lu Huaiyan felt extremely depressed and wanted to rush over to help, but he found that the dream restricted him and prevented him from getting close.
Lu Huaiyan clenched his fists, looked up at the gloomy sky, and gritted his teeth with hatred.
Why does God want to bully this mother and daughter like this?
Lu Huaiyan was just about to turn around and take a detour to help her, but as soon as he turned around, the scene in front of him changed again.
The rain has stopped.
But the sky is still cloudy.
Suddenly, he saw a wooden box on the table. He froze and a chill came from behind, making his whole body stiff.
A black urn was quietly placed on the table, and on the box, three words were clearly written - "Lu Huaiyan".
It's his name.
Behind it, there are two cold words - "martyr".
Lu Huaiyan's mind went blank for a moment. He frowned and looked at the urn, stunned for a moment.
His body suddenly stiffened, as if struck by lightning.
Behind him, he could hear Jiang Xiachu crying in grief and despair.
"Lu Huaiyan, why did you just leave me and Sui Sui like this!? Are you a man? Why did you abandon your wife and children and go away alone!?"
Jiang Xiachu's eyes were empty as he stared at the cold urn, roaring hysterically until his tears dried up.
The little girl was also crying loudly, her face was red from crying, and she felt extremely aggrieved, "Wuwuwu, why doesn't my dad love me? Usually other people have their dads to accompany them, but I don't, and now my dad doesn't want me anymore, wuwuwu..."
"I want daddy, I want daddy..."
The little girl kept crying and even had difficulty breathing.
Jiang Xiachu looked at the urn and wanted to reach out his hand for a long time, but he couldn't. His hand froze in mid-air, trembling for a long time, and then he retracted it.
She still didn't have the courage to take his ashes, and even felt that everything before her was a dream.
Jiang Xiachu hugged Suisui into his arms, holding her tightly, his body shaking constantly, and his tears soon wet Suisui's clothes.
She held her daughter in her arms, her lips trembling as she murmured to herself, "Don't be afraid, Sui Sui. Mom will protect you in the future. We will be fine..."
The room was empty, and Jiang Xiachu's voice echoed.
Listening to her words, Lu Huaiyan's heart felt as if it was pierced by thousands of silver needles.
He felt so distressed that he wished he could appear in front of Jiang Xiachu right now and tell her that he would not abandon her.
But he couldn't do it. He even wanted to reach out and touch Jiang Xiachu's head, or hold her in his arms to comfort her, but he couldn't do it.
As soon as his hand touched Jiang Xiachu, it would penetrate directly and Jiang Xiachu would not be able to feel it at all.
Looking at her and her daughter in her arms, Lu Huaiyan's eyes were bloodshot, his fists were clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound, and he was breathing heavily.
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