Li Ye said that He Xubei was dead.
But I just can't believe that such a wonderful boy would die in his best years.
I shook Li Ye's shoulders and cried, saying that he was the murderer and that he killed He Xubei.
However, when the police closed the case, they said that He Xubei's death had nothing to do with others and was caused by his own accidental fall from the building.
The door opened and Li Ye and Ling Shanshan walked in. They said that He Xubei's funeral would be tomorrow.
"An An, pack up and we'll go see him off." Ling Shanshan's voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing someone.
"Ping An, I..." I stared at Li Ye. Li Ye didn't dare to look me in the eye, his eyes flickered as he wanted to say something to comfort me.
"Get out! I never want to see you again!" I pointed at the door and said to Li Ye word by word. I knew that He Xubei's death was not caused by him, but I can't say that he has nothing to do with it.
If he hadn't asked that question so stubbornly, and if I had given a different answer, He Xubei wouldn't have lost his mind and fallen down.
Maybe it was me who killed He Xubei!
At He Xubei's funeral, Aunt Shen cried so hard that her lungs broke. I wanted to go over and comfort her. But how could I comfort her? I was broken myself.
"Xiaobei, my son! How do you want me to live in the future... Anan, can you help me call Xiaobei back?" When Aunt Shen saw me, she cried even harder.
I dug my fingernails into my palms, my eyes were red , and I choked up, "Aunt Shen, I..."
"An An, An An, tell me, how could Xiao Bei fall from such a high place?" Aunt Shen grabbed me with her hand, her nails digging into my skin , it hurt.
But none of them can compare to my heartache.
Ling Shanshan helped her sit on a chair. Teachers and classmates came to see He Xubei off for the last time.
"Xiaobei, why did you leave me..." Aunt Shen looked at me with tears on her face, "An'an, they said you were there, why didn't you hold him back?"
"I'm sorry, Auntie. I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Sorry, what else can I say besides these three words? What else can I say? "An An, what should I do? Xiao Bei is my life!"
Aunt Shen suddenly fell on the back of the chair and fainted. Ling Shanshan hurriedly called for someone to come over, and the teacher called an ambulance. There was a flurry of activity before my eyes. I looked at the photo of He Xubei in the mourning hall, and tears finally burst out.
Li Ye came over, his face full of guilt: "He Xubei, I'm sorry!"
I looked at him, unable to speak.
Coming out of the funeral home, it was pitch black outside, and I walked aimlessly, like a wandering ghost. Every step I took seemed to be stepping on the tip of my heart, and it hurt every time I took it.
Who said that life is like a play? Now I really hope that my life is a play, then I can be like a director holding a small loudspeaker and shout "NG" and start over wherever I am not satisfied.
I must ask the screenwriter to change the play, so that Yangguang does not get into a car accident, his father does not get sick, and He Xubei does not fall from the building, and then turn this unhappy tragedy into a comedy.
Time is peaceful, everyone is well!
But now it is just a dream, a nightmare, and they can never come back.