Yu Xiuxiu called the police and felt a little more at ease, so he sent a message to Hu Jingyu again.

"Don't be impulsive, Miss Lu Xun said: No one can control our destiny unless we give up on ourselves (^.^Lu Xun: I haven't said it. Yu Xiuxiu: It's not important.) In short, don't let others influence you, go your own way, and let others take the high-speed rail."

Hu Jingyu did not reply.

Yu Xiuxiu posted several more messages in a row, trying to divert her attention, pull her to speak, give her the opportunity to talk and then give up the idea of ​​committing suicide.

Unexpectedly, Hu Jingyu sent her a photo directly.

In this photo taken from the rooftop, the crowds of people downstairs looked upstairs like birds opening their mouths and waiting for food. They held their cell phones, with excitement and eager eyes, and occasionally there were a few sympathetic people who were submerged in them.

When Yu Xiuxiu saw it, his mind buzzed.

She thought of that nightmare and felt chill all over.

"??Don't do stupid things. Where are you? I'll talk to you."

Hu Jingyu: "They all want me to die and let me dance."

"You are stupid? Sacrifice yourself to suit others' wishes? Hu Jingyu, no one can control you except yourself..."

"I want to know if I really want to jump down. Miss Yu, sometimes it is better to die than to live. What is the meaning of living? I am a meaningless person."

"There is so much meaning of living! Don't jump, don't jump, do you hear it? Be good, obedient, wait for me to come over, I will slowly tell you what the meaning is. Hu Jingyu, tell me the address--"

No news came over there.

Yu Xiuxiu felt like it was on fire. She asked Xie Mile for Hu Jingyu's phone number. However, when she dialed in, the phone was turned off.

It's over!

Something is going to happen.

I was restless when I was restless.

The fear dominated by nightmares was staged in reality, and the overlapping emotions made her unable to calm down.

"Mile, what can I do now? Tell me, what can I do now? How can I help her?"

When Zhong Lin came in, Yu Xiuxiu was in such an anxious state. He asked about the situation, but did not dare to say anything, and sneaked out to report to the boss.

It was at this moment that Yu Xiuxiu received a call from the police.

Police: "You are Hu Jingyu's friend, are you? Please come here."

Yu Xiuxiu was a little puzzled, "Okay. But I'm not her friend."

Police: "Isn't she a friend? Is it you who called the police just now?"

Yu Xiuxiu: "It's me. I see unfairness on the road, can't I draw my sword to help me?"

Police: "Yes. But you still need to go there. There are no people here, and some problems need to be checked with you."

None?

A living person is gone like this?

Yu Xiu was confused and couldn't figure it out.

There are many people who want to die every day, but there are still a few who have reached the point of suicide. She cannot understand Hu Jingyu's mental journey, but she knows that Hu Jingyu was so stubborn that he impulsively walked onto the devil's altar.

If she was given more time and if people smiled a little more, she wouldn't die.

Yu Xiuxiu hurried to the place and saw the crowd that had not dispersed. She approached numbly and called the police officer who contacted her.

A tall and thin young policeman came over.

"You are Yu Xiuxiu, I am Miao Yan." The other person showed her ID, "Come with me."

Yu Xiuxiu didn't come alone. She looked at Xie Mile who was accompanying her, nodded, and followed Miao Yan over.

Hu Jingyu's body has been taken away, leaving only a pool of blood on the scene. Miao Yan said that she jumped off the roof of the school's teaching building and died on the spot.

The police learned that Hu Jingyu's parents divorced, her father cheated when she was very young, and married her again after the divorce. Her mother became ill after overwork. She passed away with breast cancer in the first year of junior high school. Her father had to support her in school, but her stepmother disliked her and refused to go to her home. For many years, she had basically no contact with her father except for tuition fees.

The lack of fatherly love was once compensated.

In the video left behind, Hu Jingyu said that she had severe depression and had seen a doctor, but her condition did not improve. After receiving the man's brief love, she gradually developed hope and lost in the mirage he created for her.

"He pulled me ashore, and then pushed me down the abyss with his own hands. I can tolerate their slander and abuse, I can't tolerate me being a mistress without knowing it. I'm sorry for my mother, I'm sorry for her."

At the end of the video, Hu Jingyu said that after she sent the WeChat message in a group, Yu Xiuxiu was the only person who kept sending her messages to her, sincerely comforting her and persuading her—

She said that it was Yu Xiuxiu who let her see the only goodness in this world, proving that she had been warmed by this world. Therefore, she decided to give her only legacy, the house that the scumbag bought for her, to Yu Xiuxiu for free.

"Miss Yu, I like the new home you designed for me. I watched that vr rendering, which I looked over and over again, just like dreaming, fantasizing that I had truly owned it."

"Do you know why I chose your design? Because in those designers' plans, I saw gorgeous houses without soul copies and perfunctory things. Only you are different. You have designed...a home for me seriously."

"I don't have a home, and I can't remember what home looks like... So, Miss Yu, I'll give you the house. Can you bother you?

First, help me take care of my funeral, just find somewhere to bury it, and don’t need to notify my father. Second, according to your design, help me install the house...

I know this is too much. Please! You are a good person. On the first day of seeing you, there are stars in your eyes, and the kind stars. I know that you are a good person. Only those who have loved can know what love looks like, and only those who have a home can know the warmth of home. I thank you! If a person dies, I will always bless you, and a good person will live for a hundred years."

This is ridiculous.

It's simply ridiculous.

Yu Xiuxiu looked at Xie Mile with tears in his eyes, "...Is my acting skills so good? I'm cheating on this face...I cheated on a house?"

Xie Mile hugged her, "Don't be sad."

Yu Xiuxiu: "I'm not a good person, and I have never liked her. Mile, she was deceived by me."

Xie Mile gently patted her back, "She read that right, you are the best Yu Xiuxiu in the world."

Neither Yu Xiuxiu nor Xie Mile had any experience in dealing with these things. The two young girls were at a loss. Yu Xiuxiu decided to call Yu Dazhuang, but before he could speak out, he cried first.

"Dad, I love you!"

"What's wrong, this is my daughter?"

"I love you, dad, thank you for being my dad, not someone else's dad, dad, dad..."

Yu Dazhuang couldn't laugh or cry.

He sighed when he heard the causes and consequences clearly.

"This girl is not easy. You can handle her funeral well, but you must notify her father. Be more aggressive and don't give him a face... This way, I'll ask Snapdragon to come and help you. Don't worry, my daughter, with my father here, my father can do everything and can help you with everything."

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Yu Xiuxiu cried even harder.

...

[The mistress couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide, so she left the house to the designer] - This news spread quickly, and various platforms competed to report, self-media created in a fancy way, and countless people discussed online whether the mistress should die, envious of the designer's luck and got a house for no reason.

When Yu Xiuxiu went to the company, several colleagues were discussing this matter. She didn't sleep all night and threw her bag on the desk, moaning weakly with red eyes.

"I'm the unlucky guy."

colleague:???

Is this called unlucky?

If this is not Yu Xiuxiu, he will be pulled out and beaten up.

"Miss, do you know how much a square meter of houses in Shencheng cost?"

Yu Xiuxiu shook her head, "But I don't want her house. I have many houses in my house. What's the use of this? It won't make money and I have to pay the decoration fee. If she can survive, it's not impossible for me to help her install it, but now... I've installed it and she can't see it, ahhhhh I'm going crazy."

Everyone:?????

If you get the house, who can still care whether to pretend or not?

Is this young lady crazy?

...

Yu Xiuxiu was very disappointed and lay on the table and sent a message to Zhong Nan.

"Brother, do you know what depression is?"

There was no reply on the other end.

Yu Xiuxiu pouted and typing with red eyes.

"The girl died. They said she was depressed. Her life experience was exposed, and finally someone began to sympathize with her. Some classmates spontaneously paid tribute to her where she fell from the building. There are still many good people in the world, right? Look, how nice it would be if she could live until now and see everyone's kindness?"

Huo Zhongnan is looking at his cell phone.

But, he couldn't answer.

Living and dying... are different for people.

But this silly kid doesn't understand.

"Isn't it good to live? So many delicious food, beautiful scenery, beauties, such a beautiful world, why is there no meaning and no hope? Alas! Because I don't understand what depression is, I'm almost depressed."

Huo Zhongnan: "...Don't be stupid."

Yu Xiuxiu saw him reply, straightened his waist and became a little more energetic, "I can't accept it because she was talking to me before she died - a living person. I told her not to dance, why didn't she listen to me? She still left a house for me... Isn't this asking me to take a debt?"
To be continued...