The three-year-old child's strength is stronger than Qin Mingzhu imagined. He raised his legs several times, but did not move. He had to lower his head and look at this person who changed his face in a short moment.

Sheng Yingqi looked at him pleadingly, seeing him bowing his head and calling him "wife" in a low voice, and said, "I really know I'm wrong, I won't divorce you if I kill me this time, I will treat you Better than before, you give me a chance."

Qin Mingzhu blinked wearily. He had heard Sheng Yingqi call him "wife" many times.

In fact, he didn't like this title at first. They were all men, so they should call each other "husband", or their first name, or other nicknames. Why is he called "wife"?

But Sheng Yingqi said that he called his wife because he loved him, and his wife was used to spoil him.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to go through that, become a ghost, and jump out of a window."

He pulled Sheng Yingqi away with all his strength, and immediately flipped out from the garden railing.

The charity party was held in a villa halfway up the mountain. Qin Mingzhu walked down the pitch-black road. Her dress was wrinkled, like a peacock with wet feathers. The original ornate tail feathers hang down on the ground, and the small stones along the road can damage it and cause wear and tear.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes when the dazzling headlights came over.

"Hey"

The sound of the door opening.

Qin Mingzhu felt that someone was coming towards him, so he put down his hand and wanted to see who was coming.

"Brother Jiayu..."

Chapter 42

In a previous life, Qin Mingzhu had just completed a list overnight on the day of Yan Jiayu's accident, and she closed her eyes and fell asleep in the early morning.

During this period of time, his sleep quality was not very good. He slept for a while and woke up for a while. In order to make himself fall asleep as much as possible, he turned off his mobile phone, so he did not see the news for the first time, nor did he receive a call.

When wake up, the news of the plane crash is overwhelming on social media. Some people pray for blessings, some people ask why, and some people shed tears.

When Qin Mingzhu saw the flight information, her heart was inexplicably clenched, as if she had swallowed many hard ice cubes.

The plane turned out to be flying from China to his city.

At the same time, he had several missed calls on his cell phone.

From his family and some friends.

Qin Mingzhu called back to Mrs. Su, and while waiting for the connection, he clicked on the Moments, and a friend posted a message saying that he almost bought this flight, which is really fortunate. Seeing this news, he didn't like it, and instead left the circle of friends, and went online to search for specific information about the flight involved.

In fact, there is no need for him to search, the information has been spread everywhere, how many crew members and passengers are in total, the aircraft has been put into service for years, where did he lose contact with the ground control center, and some people even said that their friends took this flight...

"Pearl."

After calling back two calls, Mrs. Su finally connected, her voice was hoarse, as if she had cried.

It was like a deep unease, like a software crawler crawling on his bare skin, and every inch of his skin bristled with chills, Qin Mingzhu clenched her phone tightly, "Mom?"

Mrs. Su was sobbing during the call. The person who answered the phone within two seconds was replaced by Qin Mingzhu's father. Qin's father's voice was more solemn than before, "Mingzhu, where are you now?"

Qin Mingzhu reported the name of his apartment, he paused, "What happened?"

"Just stay in your apartment, don't go out if you have nothing to do, don't walk around, I'll let Achuan go to find you." Qin's father said that Achuan was Qin Mingzhu's youngest cousin, and he was in the same country now.

When Qin Mingzhu heard such an exhortation, she felt that something was wrong, "Dad, what happened? Why did you ask my little cousin to come to me?"

But Qin's father was always reluctant to speak directly on the phone until the little cousin arrived at Qin Mingzhu's apartment.

Many literary and artistic works express emotions. always like to write about thunderstorm nights, thunderstorms outside the window, and the rain is pouring, but the weather that day was exceptionally good, and Qin Mingzhu remembers it very clearly. When he opened the door, the bright sun poured in from outside the door, pouring in like hot lava.

The little cousin said a long paragraph, and he only remembered one sentence.

"Yan Jiayu is on the plane mentioned in the news, and no one has been contacted yet."

The lava flowed to the feet, swallowed and melted the bones, leaving nothing.

Qin Mingzhu couldn't remember what happened after hearing that sentence. He might have lost control of his emotions. When his consciousness returned, he was already lying on the hospital bed.

Later, because of Yan Jiayu's death, he suffered from a serious mental illness, unable to live a normal life, and had to be treated in the hospital. In addition to reading the Bible, he fell in love with writing poems, and wrote poems one after another on white paper to be burned to the disappearing Yan Jiayu.

"I have something to think about, but I am far away from home. I have something to feel, and it is deeply rooted in my heart."

Qin Mingzhu's eyelashes trembled. He looked at the young man who approached him with the light behind his back, and whispered the other person's name, "Brother Jiayu..."

Yan Jiayu approached and stopped, frowning slightly, he took Qin Mingzhu's current appearance into his eyes, raised his hand to help Qin Mingzhu straighten the wrinkles on his clothes, and asked warmly, "How do you walk down? Where's Auntie Su? "

Qin Mingzhu didn't speak. At first, the eyelashes were fluttering, and then it developed to the point of the teeth, and finally was shaking all over. Even though it was midsummer, he seemed to be in the cold winter. His bare skin was frozen and cracked, and the weather turned into a knife, cutting off the flesh.

Yan Jiayu's eyebrows tightened even more. He no longer asked Qin Mingzhu, but instead took the person's hand and brought him into the car. Not long after getting in the car, Yan Jiayu heard Qin Mingzhu's cell phone ringing, and he looked at the person in his arms inquiringly, but Qin Mingzhu's eyes were all dazed.

Seeing this, he softened his voice, "Let me see who is calling, okay? It might be Aunt Su."