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The police interrogated the kidnapper overnight and got the same statement. The child's grandmother hired someone to kidnap him.

Chen Bihua was listed as a suspect, but she pleaded not guilty, saying that the child hated her as a grandmother and deliberately framed her.

The police explained the relevant situation to the victim's family. When Chen Bihua said this about Jiawen, Zhong Qiao hated Chen Bihua to death, regardless of whether he was hired by Chen Bihua or not.

A week later, the police followed the clues and uncovered the team behind the crime, and also found evidence that Chen Bihua had contacted the kidnappers.

The witnesses and material evidence are all there, and Chen Bihua cannot escape legal punishment. In the case of kidnapping, if the victim is willing to issue a letter of understanding, and the victim is not seriously harmed, the sentence can be reduced appropriately.

Fu Yanchen mercilessly rejected the request for a letter of understanding, and what followed was silence, a silence like stagnant water.

He exercised and worked desperately, punishing this body in a masochistic way, punishing this body that was connected by blood to Chen Bihua.

Worried that this incident would leave a shadow on Fu Jiawen, during the deadline, Zhong Qiao put off her work arrangements and accompanied Fu Jiawen wholeheartedly. Her spirit was tense, all her attention was on Fu Jiawen, and even Fu Yanchen's changes were ignored.

One morning, she woke up and saw Fu Yanchen smoking on the balcony. The sun shone on the man's thin back. She suddenly realized that he had lost a lot of weight.

She didn't know where she would go in a week. She might really disappear in this world. Before that, she decided to focus more on Fu Yanchen. Then she discovered that Fu Yanchen was in the gym during this time. The time is twice as long as before.

He was so focused that he didn't notice when she pushed open the gym door.

After Zhong Qiao watched for a while, her whole heart hurt as if it had been run over by a wheel, because she discovered that he was not exercising at all, but self-abuse.

He stayed on the treadmill at high speed for two hours, until his veins bulged, and he refused to slow down, as if he was competing with something.

Zhong Qiao: "That's enough!"

Tears fell before his voice.

Hearing her voice, Fu Yanchen was startled. He pressed the pause button and got off the treadmill, but forgot to buffer. Suddenly from running to flat ground, a sharp and fierce dizziness flooded his brain. He lost his balance and knelt on one knee on the ground.

Zhong Qiao's eyes were red and her voice was trembling, "Are you taking revenge on yourself?"

At this moment, she really wanted to go up and beat this man to wake him up. It's not his fault, he is also a victim, why should he take revenge on himself for the anger towards Chen Bihua.

With her like this, how can she be willing to leave, how can she leave with peace of mind...

She is the only soul in this body now. After she leaves, there will be no one to replace her. And Fu Jiawen, who has lost his mother, will also lose his father?

Maybe she didn't have such a big reaction about this incident alone, but when she thought about it, Fu Yanchen and Fu Jiawen might have been unlucky because of it, and the ending of the original plot would be repeated in disguise, with one turning into a villain and the other encountering... Unlucky.

She almost collapsed emotionally, "Why don't you cherish your body so much? This body does not completely belong to you, but also a part of me and Jiawen... You are my husband, Jiawen's father..."

Zhong Qiao was a little incoherent. He squatted down, grabbed Fu Yanchen's arm, and bit it down hard.

Fu Yanchen didn't resist at all, he was so quiet and could even be said to be obedient and allowed her to bite him.

The smell of blood filled his mouth, and Zhong Qiao's teeth had already scratched the skin, but he didn't even groan in pain.

This made her even more angry. After being angry, she felt heartache. She let go of her mouth and hit him without any rules. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you..."

Fu Yanchen lowered his eyes slightly, "You should hate me. . "

It was he who brought her into this complicated family environment.

Her grandmother hired a murderer to kidnap her own grandson.

What an ironic case.

Zhong Qiao burped angrily.

Why didn't he retort or ask why she hated him, but just admitted it so simply and said that it was right to hate him.

His tone and expression were like those of a believer confessing his sins before the Buddha, piously saying that it was right to hate him.

She wanted to say a lot, she wanted to scold him, but she also wanted to say that was not the case, that he was very good, that she did not hate him at all, that she loved him.

But these words turned into silent crying in the end.

She hugged him, rested her chin on his shoulder, and rubbed her cheek against his. The stubble on his cheek, which he had not taken care of for a long time, stung her. She continued to rub it indifferently.

They are like lovers clinging to each other before disaster strikes, or like love at dusk when a partner is about to die. It is obvious that both of them are in their youth.

This is what caught Fu Yanchen's attention. He felt a particularly strong feeling of reluctance in Zhong Qiao.

At first, he thought it was his lack of care for her body that had hurt her, so he apologized quickly and wiped her tears with his fingertips, but she cried harder and harder. Fu Yanchen began to feel at a loss.

Zhong Qiao cried and cursed the system.

If you leave like this, it would be better to let her not know all this from the beginning and let her disappear in another world.

At least she wouldn't be so sad. In her previous life, although she lived a short life, she had no regrets.

Unlike here, she still has many, many regrets... many, many reluctances.

-After

calming down, Zhong Qiao helped him treat his wounds. His eyes were swollen from crying due to excessive sadness.

Fu Yanchen assured her, "I will not abuse my body anymore."

"Yeah."

"Chen Bihua is Chen Bihua, and I am me. You are right. In addition to myself, I am her son, and I am also yours." Husband, Jiawen's father. I will be responsible for myself and you."

No

matter what Fu Yanchen said now, Zhong Qiao would just say "yes". After excessive sadness and past emotional consumption, she is in a state similar to the sage's time.

There are only seven days left, and in this month, his blackening value has not changed at all. After bandaging his wound, she finally said more than one word, "Tell you a story."

She modified and packaged her own story into a script, and said to Fu Yanchen, "What do you think? If there are still seven days left, what should the male and female protagonists do so that they will not regret it? "

The story Zhong Qiao told contains time travel, system, and world consciousness. It sounds like he knows that this is a systematic novel that has been launched in recent years.

He thought it was a script she was about to shoot, so he thought for a while and said, "Let's go to a place that is meaningful to them. There is no need to make a fuss, just live every day as usual."

Zhong Qiao suddenly laughed, " Okay."

At night, the two of them were extremely intense, each wanting to melt the other into their bodies.

The next day was Saturday, and Zhong Qiao took the initiative to invite Fu Yanchen on a date.

Just like ordinary lovers, they finished their meal in the restaurant and went to see a movie. At dusk, Zhong Qiao seemed to suggest on a whim that he wanted to visit his old high school.

There is a four-year age difference between her and Fu Yanchen, so they did not go to school at the same time. When she was young and ignorant in high school, Fu Yanchen had already shouldered the important responsibilities of an adult, starting from scratch and making her mark.

The common memory they have is the path to school, which they have walked together many times.

We walked around the school very quickly. It was not much different from ten years ago, but the people inside also changed one after another.

There were many old shops around, and they randomly picked a shop and had dinner there.

But I found that in addition to the familiar sign of this store, the proprietress was also the same one from ten years ago.

The proprietress knows the celebrity Zhong Qiao, but she doesn't remember the female high school student who often came to her store to eat ten years ago.

The diners were attracted by the enthusiasm and excitement of the proprietress. When they saw Zhong Qiao's face, the atmosphere was a little tense.

Most of the people eating here are students, who are of the star-chasing age, and they all want to come and get an autograph or take a photo with them.

In the past, Zhong Qiao always dressed up in a very low-key manner before going out. If she was accidentally recognized by a fan, she would take photos or sign autographs casually.

But Zhong Qiao, who only had six days left in this world, didn't want to worry too much. The moment she was discovered by everyone, she took Fu Yanchen's hand and ran into the wind with a bright smile.

They ran for a short distance before stopping. Fu Yanchen was breathing steadily, and Zhong Qiao was panting, but couldn't restrain his happiness.

In the evening, when they got home, they spent some time with their families and then went back to their rooms.

Spend the night as usual.

On Sunday, they went to visit their mentor, Teacher Liang.

In the past few years, Zhong Qiao had someone else's soul living in his body, and that soul never visited Teacher Guo Liang.

Fu Yanchen goes there once a year.

Teacher Liang was happy and relieved to see the couple come together this year. They are both her most proud students.

She looked at Zhong Qiao and said with emotion: "You kid, I haven't been here for many years. I thought..."

She thought she was still angry about what happened a few years ago.

"No." Zhong Qiao smiled, his eyes a little red, "I have been a bit confused in the past few years, so just think that I have been robbed of my body and lived for a few years."

Teacher Liang was amused by this and took the two of them to chat for a long time. God will let him go.

The next day was Monday. She could also ask Fu Yanchen to take leave and come back.

She had plenty of excuses, but it was too weird and she didn't like the feeling.

So she still let him go to work, but when she missed him, she went to Chenyu to find him.

After Fu Yanchen discovered that Zhong Qiao was particularly attached to him these days, he also tried his best to go home as early as possible to be with her.

In the evenings these days, sometimes they would have hearty love on the bed, on the sofa in the bedroom, in the bathroom, or in the dressing room.

Sometimes, we do nothing but hug each other tenderly.

On Friday, something went wrong with Chen Yu's overseas investments, and Fu Yanchen needed to handle it himself.

He called Zhong Qiao and said he might have to go on a business trip for a week.

There was no reply on the phone. He thought she couldn't bear to leave him, so he smiled softly and said, "I'll bring you a gift when I come back."

Zhong Qiao still didn't speak, and his fingertips holding the phone were slightly clenched.

After a while, she made the most unreasonable request this year, "Can you not go?"

"No matter how important the things over there are, don't go today. You can go home and stay with me now."

She knew this was necessary. How unreasonable. Fu Yanchen's personal business trip project must be very important, but she stopped her so ignorantly.

She didn't even give any reason, she just wanted him to stay with her at home.

Fu Yanchen was silent for a few seconds.

A few short seconds seemed very long to Zhong Qiao.

She thought that if he refused, she wouldn't stop him.

She didn't want their last memory to be retained.

But Fu Yanchen didn't ask anything and just said, "Okay."

At this moment, Zhong Qiao was extremely happy inside, like melted chocolate, sweet and smooth, "Then come back soon."

Waiting While Fu Yanchen was there, Zhong Qiao went to wash up, put on makeup, and put on a floral skirt that represented the most vitality.

She chatted with Cheng Shu and Zhong Qianyan for a long time, and then played Lego with Fu Jiawen.

Finally, she returned to the study and took out the notebook where the plot was written.

Tear out the page with the plot and throw it in the trash.

Immediately afterwards, he took the pen that Fu Yanchen used most and wrote his last letter.

Before writing, she was thinking that she had the habit of regular physical examinations. Except for a little lack of energy and blood, all other indicators of her body were good.

If she left, would the body be "alive" in a vegetative state, or would it suddenly die?

If it was the former, it was easy to say, but if it was the latter...

She thought, with Fu Yanchen's character, he would definitely go to war, from homicide to suicide.

She doesn't want this.

The first sentence of the final letter: I love you.

Then she said not to be obsessed with the reason why she left. The deceased has passed away, but the living still have to live a good life.

She put more words on her wishes, hoping that they would live happily...don't miss her, but don't forget her either.

At the end of writing, she was thinking about how to end.

At this time, Fu Jiawen came in. He drew a picture and was so eager for his mother to appreciate it that he forgot to knock on the door.

He jumped forward and ran forward, "Mom, what are you doing."

Zhong Qiao was stunned for a moment, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, quickly folded the paper and put it into an envelope on the table, "I'm thinking about the script. "

Oh." Fu Jiawen only looked at it curiously, then took out the painting he drew and pointed at the people on it, "He drew our family. This is grandma, this is grandpa, this is mom, and this is It's dad, this is..."

Zhong Qiao followed Fu Jiawen's words and slowly swept over.

On the paper, their entire family was drawn with brightly colored crayons. As soon as she caught sight of herself, she suddenly fell down.

"Mom! Mom!!"

Zhong Qiao was still conscious and could hear Fu Jiawen's voice, but she couldn't make any response.

Is she leaving before today is over?

-

Fu Yanchen had already noticed something was wrong.

It was the past few days, and the same phone call he made to Zhong Qiao before he was about to go on a business trip.

This feeling was very mysterious. He asked his aunt and found that nothing happened at home these days, but he felt inexplicably uneasy.

When he received a call from Cheng Shu saying that Zhong Qiao suddenly fainted and was sent to the hospital, his uneasiness quickly amplified and his heart felt like a needle prick.

When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor explained to him that the situation was the same as last time, a coma of unknown cause.

But there are some differences from last time.

For example, he felt uneasy. There was no such predictable uneasy feeling before, as if something precious was about to pass away.

"Who discovered she fainted first?"

"It was me." Fu Jiawen cried, "I was showing my painting to my mother, and then my mother suddenly fell down."

Fu Yanchen clenched her teeth. After a while, he continued to ask, "Where was my mother at that time?"

Fu Jiawen cried while wiping his tears, "In the study room. When I came in, my mother said that she was thinking about the script."

"By the way, my mother is still thinking about it. Put a piece of paper into an envelope.

Fu Yanchen's mind buzzed, and he said with difficulty, "Where is the envelope?"

"It's still in the study..."

Before Fu Jiawen finished speaking, Fu Yanchen said After leaving the ward, he rushed home eagerly.