Xiao Zhe frowned slightly and said, "Lingyun, don't you know about this?"

"I...What do I know? After I was in a car accident at the age of 12, I have been away from home. Tell me quickly what happened?"

Fu Lingyun asked in confusion.

"Oh, no wonder that."

Xiao Zhe sighed, and said sadly in his eyebrows: "Lingyun, do you still remember the friends who grew up with us?"

Fu Lingyun said: "Of course I remember that sometimes I can't sleep at night, and I think about their appearance one by one!"

"Then do you remember how many friends we had with us at the beginning?" Xiao Zhe asked again.

"It seems that from the beginning I had an impression, there were fifty or sixty, but as I grew up, I don't know what happened, but I feel that there are many fewer people around me."

Fu Lingyun said truthfully.

"Yes, until the year you had a car accident, there were 39 partners we grew up together." Xiao Zhe said seriously.

"You...what do you want to say?" Fu Lingyun also became serious.

"Lingyun, do you know how many friends we have grown up with are now?" Xiao Zhe said with a sneer.

Fu Lingyun shook his head. He could see a look of despair on Xiao Zhe's face.

"Is there any smoke?" Xiao Zhe said lightly.

"Yes, take it."

That day, He Tao's filial piety and soft China was still on his body, and Fu Lingyun handed over a pack to Xiao Zhe.

"Such good cigarette, haha..."

Xiao Zhe laughed bitterly, then took apart and lit one.

He took a deep breath, and the smoke rushed over, swaying in the air into wisps of smoke rings.

Like an addict who was addicted to drugs, Xiao Zhe squinted his eyes and sucked several big mouthfuls hard.

"Cough! Cough! Cough..."

He seemed not very good at smoking, and the strong smell of smoke made him cough constantly, and tears rose in his eyes.

Fu Lingyun did not urge him and quietly watched Xiao Zhe's every move.

For some reason, when he saw Xiao Zhe who grew up together, he felt as if he had been pierced by a knife.

At this time, Xiao Zhe can really be described as the sentence on the Internet.

What I smoke is not cigarettes, but loneliness...

Soon, with a cigarette, a cigarette butt popped up between Xiao Zhe's index finger.

He only heard him say lightly: "After so many years, only I am left... Ye Min."

"You two are left? What does it mean?"

Fu Lingyun was excited and grabbed Xiao Zhe's collar.

Xiao Zhe suddenly laughed and did not answer.

"Tell me, what's going on! Why is this happening! Where have the others gone?" Fu Lingyun asked in a low voice.

"hehe…"

Xiao Zhe actually sneered again.

"They...they are all dead."

"Everyone is dead... only Ye Min and I are the ones who die, and you."

"But...but I'm about to die...it won't take long, only you and Ye Min are left."

Xiao Zhe kept talking to himself, and didn't care about Fu Lingyun's questioning.

Looking at Xiao Zhe who was already in a state of dismay, Fu Lingyun's shock was simply unspeakable.

He easily opened Xiao Zhe's collar and slowly smoothed it out.

"So many people...so many people are actually dead..."

Fu Lingyun muttered to himself.

Those friends who grew up together can still remember what they look like.

That period of growing up in an orphanage was one of the few happy scenes that Fu Lingyun could bring out to memorize.

But now, I suddenly learned about this news.
Chapter completed!