Chapter 19 (1/2)
When Jiangyan came, it had already rained outside.
Luo Chen wore a windproof jacket and held a dripping umbrella in his hand.
The jeans made his legs more and more slender and powerful, and the expression of that face was a little fuzzy under the hospital light above his head.
Jiang Yan opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't say it.
βHe's in there.β
Luo Chen nodded and his thin lips pressed into a line. Also did not see Jiang Yan one eye, then crossed him to walk in.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Jiang Yancai took his eyes back.
[No. 888: host, do you want the system to provide props for ear? Can use the most coquettish posture, listen to the most coquettish corner! γ
after thinking about it, Jiang Yan shook his head.
Forget it, it's a conversation between them. γ
Luo Chen just sat on the bench at the door of the ward and didn't look far away.
I don't know how long later, the alarm at the door suddenly rang.
The doctors and nurses who were waiting in the next room all came out and rushed into the ward without any expression. It's like the white tide, which makes Jiang Yan's heart tight and breathless.
He walked in behind the white tide.
In a flurry, Jiang Zhengming's eyes on the hospital bed are still wide open, but there is only a lifeless void inside.
There was no undulating straight line on the monitor beside him, and he had stopped breathing forever.
Jiang Yanshun looks at Jiang Zhengming's eyes and sees Luo Chen standing there at a loss.
It's more than 1.9 meters tall and muscular, but it's bumped by the nurses back and forth.
It is like a delicate grass swaying in the wind and rain, as if the next second will be patted down on the ground.
Jiang Yan's heart suddenly hurt.
He wanted to go forward, but his arm was grabbed by Pei Jingshu who rushed in. Looking back, Luo Chen was gone.
Jiang Zhengming's funeral was held the next day.
Yesterday's cold weather is still blowing into the air.