Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

   Chapter 144 Reality 2

  Xiao Mu felt that he could hardly continue, "You have failed her for so many years, are you going to continue to fail her after she dies?"

   These words finally hit He Bo'an's heart.

   Xiaomu looked at him in surprise.

  He Boan's empty eyes filled with tears, he suddenly bent down, and a heart-piercing cry sounded.

   That was the first sound he made after Bai Weiwei's death, after he had been silent for many days without eating or drinking.

   This cry has no image, full of pain and despair of losing a loved one.

   Then he started to return to normal.

   began to work hard to learn how to be a man who did not let her down.

   This study lasts for seven years.

  After He Boyan finished another drama, it was already late at night when he returned to the apartment.

  The apartment was dark and empty, and his heart was like an abyss, empty and dazed.

  He opened the wine cabinet, took out the wine and began to drink.

  Outside the window, the lights are bright.

  He stood in the window, all alone.

  He Bo'an drank too much alcohol, and his stomach hurt again.

  He was leaning against the wall, holding the wine bottle, clutching his stomach drunkenly.

  Suddenly, as if he remembered something, his eyes lit up, and he immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed the familiar number.

  The phone is connected.

  He Bo'an said aggrievedly: "Vivi, I have a stomachache."

   There was silence for a while.

  He Bo'an was afraid that she would not believe it, so he emphasized again, "It really hurts, I can't find the medicine, can you help me find it?"

   On the other side of the phone, Xiaomu's voice came, "Brother An, are you drunk?"

  Bai Weiwei's mobile phone number has been recharged all the time, and it is also kept by Xiaomu, so it has not become an empty number.

  He Boyan only knew that, only occasionally, he would call Bai Weiwei when he was drunk.

  He Boyan was taken aback when he heard Xiaomu's voice, but his voice calmed down, "I'm fine, you go and rest."

   After he finished speaking, he hung up his hands.

   Then he stretched out his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, rubbing it, and finally couldn't help trembling.

   "Weiwei, I'm in pain, why don't you come to coax me."

  I heard that the dead will come back on the day of death.

  Today is her death day, if she comes back and sees him like this, she will definitely feel distressed.

   Then show up and hug him.

  He waited for so long, but she never came back once.

  He is tired, very tired.

one year later.

  Xiao Mu placed the bouquet in front of the tombs of Bai Weiwei and He Boan.

   "Brother An, according to your will, put your urn with Sister Weiwei. Your property is also donated according to your wishes."

  Heboan gastric cancer is advanced, no surgery or treatment at all.

  Before he died, he had no fear at all, but was very happy because he could finally die.

   Xiaomu looked at the photo on their tombstone.

  Different from others, this is a group photo.

   This photo was taken by a reporter when the two of them were watching a movie and Bai Weiwei was holding hands with him as they walked down the street.

  At that time, they were in their prime.

  He looked down at her affectionately, and she smiled sweetly while holding flowers.

  Even if they are dead, they are still the most beautiful couple.

   Xiaomu still remembers that when he got this photo from that reporter, he signed a hundred autographed photos for the reporter's sister.

   Xiaomu looked at the photo and said, "Brother An, you will definitely find Sister Weiwei, I wish you happiness."

  —

  【To get one heart, please choose your wish. 】

  Bai Weiwei heard the familiar reminder, and immediately said: "Life."

  【Life extended by 15 days, does the host choose to wake up now. 】

   The third story, including the side story, has been completed. I'm still writing to see if I can add another chapter, today will be about the real world. As for the story of the next plane, I silently think about what to write.

  (end of this chapter)