President, you're just a spare tire

Chapter 90: The Funeral

Su Yaoyang comforted Gu Manluo, watched her fall asleep, then got up and rushed to the hospital. What he misses most now is Chang Yihuan. The operation has been going on for nearly twelve hours, and Tang Jiyao hasn't called him yet, which means The operation is not over yet, if an accident happens during the operation, he will hate himself for the rest of his life.

When he started the car, he felt his eyes go dark, but for a short moment, he regained his eyesight. Without thinking about it, Su Yaoyang slammed on the accelerator and ran straight to the hospital.

When Su Yaoyang arrived at the hospital, it was brightly lit. He could easily see Tang Jiyao standing in the corridor. He looked very bad, like a decadent beggar. Right now he was leaning on the wall Standing there, he looked like a stooped old man.

"Tang Jiyao..." Su Yaoyang called out to him.

Tang Jiyao turned around suddenly, rushed over and grabbed Su Yaoyang's collar, "You bastard, it's you who made the wedding so grand, I'm afraid the killer won't know that you married Gu Manluo, and you are the one who killed it." Yihuan..."

Tang Jiyao's tears were about to fall, he shook Su Yaoyang hard.

Su Yaoyang's brain hurt from being shaken by him. He broke away from Tang Jiyao's hand and adjusted his clothes, "Tang Jiyao, let me ask you, where is Yihuanren?"

Tang Jiyao burst into tears immediately, "Yihuan is dead..."

"what?!"

Su Yaoyang grabbed Tang Jiyao's collar, "Tang Jiyao, what did you say? Tell me again!"

"Yihuan...she...she died..."

"The bullet was shot right into her heart and penetrated the heart. The operation took out the bullet, but she was already dead..." Tang Jiyao's eyes were filled with tears.

"Su Yaoyang, you are the one who killed Yihuan!"

"impossible!"

"She is my woman! I will not allow her to die!" Su Yaoyang has never felt so helpless before.

"Impossible...my Yihuan can't leave me..."

"She is still so young, she is only 19 years old, she loves me so much, how can she be willing to leave me alone?"

Su Yaoyang suddenly aged ten years. He murmured Chang Yihuan's name and sat down in the corridor.

Su Yaoyang quickly stood up again, "I don't believe it!"

"I want to see people in life! I want to see corpses in death!"

"Take me to see her corpse!"

Tang Jiyao nodded, "Come with me..."

Walking through the gloomy road leading to the mortuary, Su Yaoyang's footsteps became slower and slower. When Tang Jiyao opened the layer belonging to Chang Yihuan, he saw Chang Yihuan's smiling face.

She seemed to be still alive, she was still wearing the charming purple dress, and the butterfly-shaped jade on her neck was frozen, showing a kind of cloudy beauty.

The dark red on the chest has dried up, like roses blooming in a rose manor.

However, her eyes never opened again.

Her warm hands will never warm him again, and cook delicious meals for him.

Su Yaoyang couldn't believe his eyes anymore, he let out a heart-piercing roar, turned around and left this place that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Many years ago, when his mother passed away, he was eight years old and took care of her mother's funeral. At that time, he sold himself to Bai Shihai. Although his life was gone, he still had a younger sister. has hope.

Later, he left the orphanage, and his sister lost news of a fire in the orphanage not long after.

Now, even Chang Yihuan, who loved him the most, is dead. Is he really the lone star?

Chang Yihuan died, really died, he felt that he was no longer the omnipotent Su Yaoyang.

At least, he can't control Chang Yihuan's life or death.

He ran out of the hospital and stood under the dim streetlight, covering his mouth and weeping silently. The only person in this world who had warmed him also went, and his heart died again.

Although he still has Gu Manluo, he no longer realizes her importance. What he wants to do most now is to see Chang Yihuan smiling softly, standing in front of him, and warming him again.

He felt his heart was empty.

That night, Su Yaoyang didn't go back to his room, he sat in the room where Chang Yihuan used to live, carefully looking for the memories left by her.

Chang Yihuan, Chang Yihuan, you are so ruthless, when I just realized that I fell in love with you, you left me far away...

He lay on the carpet where he used to lie, caressing that carpet carefully, as if she was still lying there...

Yi Huan...

Yi Huan...

It seems that only by silently reciting her name like this can he feel less pain in his heart...

The next day, it started to rain. The rain was not heavy, but it had already wetted the whole city, confining the whole city in mist.

Today was the day when Chang Yihuan was buried. Tang Jiyao said that Yihuan didn't like being buried in the dark, so he chose to be cremated.

Holding Yihuan's urn, Tang Jiyao staggered. Like Su Yaoyang, he suddenly aged a lot.

Two of the most famous figures in Fengcheng put on dark suits at the same time on this day, just to bid farewell to the same woman they loved deeply.

The coffin containing the ashes was put into the dug earthen pit, the rainwater wetted the earth, and the earth-yellow mud flowed everywhere.

The man's expensive leather shoes were also covered with mud, but he didn't mind, he was wearing a pair of big sunglasses, with a white chrysanthemum pinned to his chest, his expression was so serene, as if Chang Yihuan had never gone far .

Will all those who have cared for Su Yaoyang die badly?
First it was the mother who loved her like that, and then it was Chang Yihuan who loved herself more than anything else.

In the early years, the fortune teller said that he committed the crime of Lone Star, but he still didn't believe it. This time, he believed it.

All those who love Su Yaoyang will end badly...,

Workers began to bury Chang Yihuan's coffin, Su Yaoyang looked at the little bit of buried black, and a tear slowly rolled down the corner of his eye.

Chang Yihuan, in this life, I have failed you.

If there is an afterlife, I will definitely not drink that Meng Po soup, and I will wait for you by the Naihe Bridge for life and life.

He finally couldn't bear the grief, couldn't watch it anymore, turned around and walked to the open field with lush raindrops, letting the cold raindrops wet his hair little by little.

From that day on, Su Yaoyang was ill, he always sat on the balcony in a daze, watching the road Chang Yihuan walked.

All the doctors have examined him, and all the functions of his body are normal, but his limbs are getting colder and worse.

On that day, all the roses in the Rose Manor withered and have not bloomed since then.

Tang Jiyao has left Fengcheng since then, and no one knows where he went.

Some people said that he didn't want to stay sad and went abroad for vacation, and some people said that he took a beautiful woman who was unconscious to seek medical treatment abroad.

In short, he disappeared in Fengcheng, just as suddenly as his sudden appearance.

(End of this chapter)