Chapter 7 The stars looked like you last night Yu Nansheng02
I didn't cry the whole time. I didn't shed a single tear from beginning to end. I was still in a daze, just like when my father rushed to me. My throat felt uncomfortable and I coughed violently a few times.
I stared blankly at my uncle making the phone call to inform everyone, and I seemed to hear Shen Yuxi's name.
I thought I was hallucinating, but when I looked up again, I saw him running towards me, with beads of sweat on his forehead, just like every time he came to save me.
I smiled, feeling lucky that there were so many people around me who were my saviors. But only then did I realize how pathetic I was and how I needed others to save me at all times and in all places.
Lu Shuang is right, I am a waste. I can’t even protect myself, but I still want to save the world.
Shen Yuxi seemed to be talking to me all the time, but I looked at his mouth opening and closing and it seemed that I couldn't hear any sound.
I squinted my eyes and raised my hand to touch him, but I caught a glimpse of the dark red blood on my hand out of the corner of my eye. I trembled, but put it down.
He suddenly grasped my fingertips.
"Yu Nansheng." His tone was full of anxiety.
I don’t know when it started, but I felt like there were people surrounding me. I looked around and they were all people I knew, relatives, friends, and colleagues. Qi Qi and A Che were both there. There were so many people.
I smiled but still said nothing.
I stood up and walked into the ward, wanting to take one last look at my father. It was really the last look. From now on, no one would tell me to close my eyes when turning on the light, and no one would help me heat a cup of milk when I got home from overtime work late at night.
I even lost my father, these...
"Dad." I only shouted this one word and couldn't say anything else.
For many days afterwards, I felt like I had lost my voice. I couldn't speak, and even when I cried, I couldn't make any sound.
I pursed my lips and watched people from near and far come to bid farewell to my father. They came, they bowed, they said their condolences, and then left. I watched the whole process soberly, but I couldn't speak in response, I just bowed.
Shen Yuxi stood by my side from beginning to end and never went to work.
He's worried about me, I know.
Han Shao and Lu Shuang also came. The former expressed his condolences, while the latter said nothing.
She looked at me expressionlessly, without a trace of pity in her eyes, and I didn't need her pity. Her lack of pity at this time was the best comfort for me. She handed me the flowers in her hand and asked me when I would return to the newspaper office.
I shook my head.
"Yu Nansheng, can you say something?" Shen Yuxi sat next to me and looked at me.
I turned my head to look at him, his eyes were burning, just like the first time I saw him at the newspaper office, just like a dreamy little girl dreaming of her beloved prince charming. I raised the corners of my lips and smiled, but I couldn't say a word.
The editor-in-chief sighed and said, "Take a break and don't come to the newspaper office."
Newspaper?
What am I going to do?
The police station quickly gave me a reply that the man who had fled the scene had turned himself in. The young policeman came to my house and hoped that I could identify the man. If there was no problem, the case could be closed. I looked at Shen Yuxi as if asking for help. He looked at me, stood up to get my coat, came back and squatted in front of me, put the coat and scarf in my hands, and whispered: "You have to go and see your father for him. You can't let your father die in obscurity."
Just with this sentence, I compromised.
Standing at the door , I was reluctant to go in.
If I don't take this step, I can live in the fantasy that my father is not dead, the funeral hall can be a decoration, and the portrait can be a joke. I don't want him to rush out and push me away.
"Nan Sheng, you can't do this." Shen Yuxi said.
I looked down at the shoes. They were a pair of high heels, black satin, with a little ash on them. I had been standing at the door for nearly half an hour, and Shen Yuxi had smoked three cigarettes.
I stamped my feet. I still remember my first day at the newspaper office. After I got home, I told my father indignantly how perverted my boss was for not allowing me to wear high heels.
But the father said, it doesn’t matter, the baby will look good in any shoes.
It didn't take long to identify the people. I knew why at a glance . They began to explain that they were hired and didn't mean to kill anyone. It was a complete accident. They began to apologize to me, crying one after another, crying more heartbreakingly than I did, and more sincerely.
I looked at them coldly, but didn't feel any comfort at all.
I curled the corners of my lips and nodded to the police. It was them.
They were the ones who took away the person who loved me the most in this world.
I stood in the cold wind for a long time, and unknowingly walked to the musical fountain. There were not many people in the square today. In such cold weather, the fountain would not open, but in such an early morning, there were many birds near the fountain, so I found a bench and sat down.
I don't know when Shen Yuxi came over and stuffed a cup of coffee .
"What are your plans?" he asked me.
I turned my head to look at him.
He always has to go back to work and can't always be with me. That's not right.
"You... can go back to work." I hadn't spoken for a week, and my voice sounded a little awkward, but Shen Yuxi was delighted to hear it. As long as I spoke, it was fine.
I suddenly understood the indifference in Shen Yuxi's eyes.
But I still have him to comfort me, who else can comfort him?
Now I am 20 years old and still cannot accept all this. How desperate must Shen Yuxi have been when he heard the news of his parents' death 10 years ago?
After I spoke, Shen Yuxi really went back to work, and I returned home.
Half a month later, when I woke up again without day or night, I finally squatted on the floor and burst into tears in front of the empty apartment. At this moment, I felt terrified, as if I was the only one in the world.
