The coat stuffed in Shangguan Linlin's mouth has been removed. Her charming and beautiful face has been frightened to the point of losing all its color. She is hanging upside down and has no dignity at all. Her hair is messy in the wind, and she has already been frightened to death. Lost the soul.
Fu Jingchuan glanced at her coldly, then suddenly retracted his hand on the control rod, and Shangguan Linlin lost control again and fell towards the river.
When the screams were accompanied by the sound of falling into the water, Fu Jingchuan turned around and walked towards the steps expressionlessly.
Tang Shaoyu and Shen Qingyao were so frightened that they quickly grabbed the control lever.
Fu Jingchuan didn't care about the fuss behind him, he got off the viaduct directly, got into the car, and the car sped away.
The pain in my chest was not relieved by this vent.
Even if Shangguan Linlin died a thousand or ten thousand times, he would not be able to get Shiyang back.
Shen Qingyao and Tang Shaoyu did not dare to let Shangguan Linlin die, so they hurriedly dragged Shangguan Linlin up.
Shangguan Linlin had never experienced anything like this before, and he was already paralyzed with fear. As soon as he was pulled up, he was so weak that he sat on the ground, holding his soaked body, shivering and coughing.
The moment before Fu Jingchuan left, she was directly thrown into the river by Fu Jingchuan who let go. In the cold winter weather, Shangguan Linlin's lips were already purple from the cold.
Tang Shaoyu couldn't sympathize with Shangguan Linlin looking at him like this.
What he was more worried about was Fu Jingchuan's condition.
"I'll leave this to you. I'll go find Lao Fu first."
Tang Shaoyu didn't want to stay and face him, so he handed Shangguan Linlin directly to Shen Qingyao, turned around and got off the viaduct.
He only had time to see Fu Jingchuan's car driving away.
Tang Shaoyu also got into the car, and when he chased Fu Jingchuan out, his car was gone.
He didn't know where Fu Jingchuan went, whether he got on the highway or something else. He couldn't tell from the quiet road.
It was already late at night at this point, just after one in the morning, which was exactly the time when Shiyang's accident occurred.
Tang Shaoyu was afraid that Fu Jingchuan would be confused. All his actions tonight were unusual.
Tang Shaoyu had to call Fu Jingchuan, but the phone was open and no one answered.
Tang Shaoyu looked at the vast river outside the window and remembered the scene when Fu Jingchuan woke up and went along the river to find Shiyang. After thinking about it, he turned the car around and drove along the river to the seaport.
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Fu Jingchuan was also on the rural road heading towards the seaport.
He drove almost numbly.
The river was quiet and calm late at night, without the thrill of that night.
Fu Jingchuan didn't know how panicked Shiyang must have been the moment she fell; how much pain must she have had the moment her head hit the bridge pier?
How unwilling was she when she lost consciousness?
From the moment she decided to give birth to Tongtong, she planned to be a good mother who would accompany Tongtong to grow up.
How hard can she let go of Tongtong?
Fu Jingchuan's heart hurts every time he thinks about it.
He parked the car in the open space at the mouth of the sea. He also got out of the car and looked at the mouth of the sea that had been smoothed by the sea water.
Under the vast darkness, except for the occasional sound of waves crashing, the estuary was even calm tonight.
The sea water swallowed up Shiyang's life, but there was not even a trace of whine.
Its vastness makes all life as small as ants in front of it.
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Tang Shaoyu saw Fu Jingchuan standing motionless on the beach from a distance, his back lonely and sad.
Just like that, the back figure under the moonlight was inexplicably shrouded in great sadness.
Tang Shaoyu felt sour in his heart as he looked at it.
He slowly stopped the car, opened the door and got out of the car, and walked towards Fu Jingchuan.
He stood beside Fu Jingchuan and looked with him at the calm and boundless ocean under the moonlit night without making a sound.
Fu Jingchuan didn't say anything. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "She will not come back. Never, never... will never come back again."
At the end of his words, his voice was still choked.
Tang Shaoyu was also infected with this huge sadness and couldn't help turning his head to look at Fu Jingchuan.
Fu Jingchuan still looked at the endless ocean in the distance with a dull expression.
"Tell me, in this world, will there really be a resurrection of the dead?" Fu Jingchuan choked and said, "Or rebirth? She can't let go of Tongtong so much, how could she be willing to leave?"
Tang Shaoyu's throat was also choked, and he didn't know how to answer.
Intellectually he knew there wasn't, but he hoped there was.
Fu Jingchuan didn't talk to him anymore.
He looked at the ocean in the distance and gently called her name: "Shiyang."
"Shiyang."
"Shiyang."
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One after another, as if the screams were not enough, each one was hoarse and choked, each one was gentler and more tender, but each one was more painful and hoarse than the last.
"Shiyang."
"Shiyang."
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Shiyang suddenly opened his eyes, dripping with cold sweat.
She tried to turn her head, but severe pain came from the back of her head. A hand pressed her shoulder: "Don't move."
A soft male voice also sounded.
Shiyang looked at the sound blankly, and saw a completely unfamiliar man, and the surrounding scenery was also unfamiliar.
Doctors and nurses also walked in quickly to check her body.
A strange middle-aged woman also came towards her in surprise: "Are you awake?"
His eyebrows were full of surprise and kindness.
Shiyang looked at the unfamiliar faces with a blank expression.
