Chapter 11 Gardenia Forever

But it seemed that fate had not played me enough, and then what happened almost made me almost on the verge of collapse...

I put on my clothes again, sat on the sofa and smoked hard, and kept smoking. The ashtray was already full of my cigarette butts. The room is already smoky and choking. In the hazy, dark room, there is a red dot flashing with a charming halo.

It seems that it's been a long time. Why hasn't Yaer come back? I began to worry a little. I hurriedly extinguished the remaining half of the cigarette in my hand. I got up and left, trying to find Yaer.

When I went out of the door, I began to look around. The street seemed to be a little deserted and closed in recent years. Why was it like this? With doubt, I walked a few more streets. When I crossed the third intersection, I saw the red and blue police lights flashing on the roof of the police car from afar.

A trace of uneasiness surged into my heart. I rushed nervously into the crowd, relying on my strong body, and finally squeezed in with difficulty. But when I saw the quiet expression on the ground in the crowd, but there was a pool of blood beside me, I almost went crazy...

I lost my voice and shouted, "Yaer..." I pushed away the crowd that was constantly crowded around me, jumped on Yaer's side, and knelt down.

I didn't care much. I hugged the cold Yaer tightly, howled and cried, "Yaer...Yaer... You said you went out to buy something, why didn't you come back? Yaer, let's go home, shall we go home? Don't stay here. It's cold here. You'll catch a cold..."

A policeman came to me, patted me on the shoulder and asked, "Comrade, Comrade, who is the deceased?"

"No! Yaer is not dead yet! No! She is my fiancee. None of you can try to take her away. She has been deeply hurt. Don't bully her anymore... Please, please..." Obviously, I can't stand the successive blows. I'm a little confused and talk nonsense.

A middle-aged man came to me, patted me on the back gently, and said thoughtfully, "Young man, you can't come back to life. I'm sorry. I was the first witness present. I witnessed the car accident with my own eyes. I saw the girl walking in the middle of the road in a trance, as if she had a heavy heart. ....Hey..."

I just cried, very sadly. Today, I don't know how many tears I have shed. In the haze, I looked down and saw that Ya'er was still holding a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao tightly in her hand...

I didn't expect that my longing for Yaer lasted for three years. Three years later, we met again today, but we became separated by yin and yang. Before we had time to pay off the debt I owed, she left me forever.

It's me, my stupid man, who ruined the life of a pure and lovely girl, buried her most beautiful years, and made her struggle to float in the darkness of the urban society for three years without extricable. Now, because of me, she has left the world forever...

......

On the day of cremation, I sent a makeup artist to change a fresh and lovely dress for Yaer with a light blue folding skirt. Only a little pink ink, a light dress. I want Yaer to be back to the "placeable gardenia" in my heart that is white, simple, and not stained with the slightest dust...

I know my eyes are full of blood, but I still look at Yaer attentively.

"Yaer, you are so beautiful today..."

"Ha ha, wind, isn't the old Yaer beautiful?"

"Beautiful, Yaer, you are the most beautiful at any time. You are the gardenia flower that is always white in my heart."

"..."

This year, we are only 23 years old...

In front of the window at midnight, I lit a cigarette again and looked at the moon in the night sky, allowing the silver moonlight to sprinkle on my face.

I opened the box that Ya'er left me at the beginning. Looking at the yellowed letter paper and the bottle of lucky star inside, my eyes were wet again...

In fact, I buried my love with my own hands. In fact, I broke my own rib...

The stars in the sky, is one of you the soul of Yaer?

In the haze, I saw Yaer's shallow smile again, which was very sweet, beautiful and pure...