Visa On Arrival Chapter 40

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They were the only two people left on the court in the evening.

The game has been played for almost an hour.

Chen Rong served, and the moment the ball was thrown up, Qi Ranyue’s center of gravity had slightly shifted to the backhand position, and it was indeed the outside corner.

Qi Ranyue stepped forward to meet him and cut with his backhand. The ball rubbed against the net and turned over. It landed in the service area and bounced out of the court.

Chen Rong was already waiting for the landing point and hit a flat forehand. The ball passed through Qi Ranyue’s defensive area like a bullet and hit the angle between the baseline and the sideline.

Chen Rong didn’t look back. Just by the crisp “ding” when hitting the ball, she knew the ball was there.

“15-40.” Qi Ranyue reported the score with a smile on her lips. She picked up the rolled ball with the racket frame and patted it gently to her.

“Yueyue, your backhand has gotten better recently.” Chen Rong turned the ball on her fingertips and walked to the other side to prepare to serve.

“You’re too good at guessing.” Qi Ranyue stood there, holding the handle of the racket with both hands.

Chen Rong smiled.

The two have been playing golf for five years, and are as familiar with each other’s golf courses, habits, and even the small movements between points as they are their own breathing.

Second shot.

Chen Rong chose the inside corner. The ball was not very fast, but the ball landed very deep.

Qi Ranyue was forced to retreat and barely blocked it with his forehand.

Chance ball.

Chen Rong went to the net with the racket raised above her head.

High voltage smash.

The ball hit the teeing area, bounced up and hit the fence behind with a clang.

“It’s still 40-15.” Chen Rong said.

She ignored Chen Rong, lowered her head to pick up the ball at her feet with her racket, and walked to the baseline.

The soles of the shoes made a squeaking sound on the clay court, leaving two deep drag marks.

Qi Ranyue bent down to pick up a towel, wiped her sweat, and found that Chen Rong had put two rackets into her golf bag.

“Rongrong is going to the old place?” she asked.

“Okay!” She zipped up her golf bag.

The so-called old place is the candy shop near the stadium.

The candy store is across the street.

As soon as the two of them reached the intersection, Qi Ranyue took Chen Rong’s arm and asked whether she wanted to drink tangerine peel and mung bean paste or double skin milk.

The street lights had just turned green and she took a step forward. Chen Rong turned his head to look at her with a smile on his lips, but suddenly his smile solidified.

Before Qi Ranyue realized what happened, she felt Chen Rong turn around suddenly and push her shoulder hard with one hand.

The force was so strong that she staggered several steps to the side, her heels hit the curb, and she fell to the ground. Her palms grazed the rough ground, causing burning pain.

The screech of brakes.

She looked up.

The car rushed straight from the opposite side, its headlights bright and dazzling, like two crazy eyes.

Chen Rong stood in the middle of the road, with his back to her, and his figure was swallowed up by the two lights.

There was a muffled sound.

She saw Chen Rong’s body fly up, draw an arc in the air, and then fall down, landing on the ground a few meters away, rolling half a circle and becoming motionless.

The sound of braking still echoed in the air, sharp and long, like a thread that would never end.

There were people screaming, running, and footsteps coming from all directions.

She was kneeling on the ground, her knees were smashed, her palms were bleeding, but she couldn’t feel anything.

She only saw Chen Rong lying there, motionless on the ground illuminated pale by the car lights.

Her ears were ringing and she couldn’t hear anything.

She crawled over, her knees scraping the ground.

She knelt beside Chen Rong. The blood under her body was slowly oozing out, dark red, and glowing moistly under the light.

She reached out to touch her face, her fingers trembling, shaking violently.

The whole person started to tremble.

She wanted to call her name, but her throat seemed to be strangled and she couldn’t utter a word.The lips were moving, now and then, but there was only breath, no sound.

The sound of an ambulance came from far away, getting closer and closer.

Someone was pulling her, someone was shouting something, someone was on the phone.

She couldn’t hear anything and only saw Chen Rong lying there.

She just asked herself where she wanted to go for a walk tomorrow, and said she could handle the lab issues, and said she wouldn’t bother her grandpa. She just looked at her with a smile…

Now he was lying here, covered in blood.

“Ah…wu…ah…” The voice was squeezed out of the throat, hoarse and broken, as if something had been scratched with a sharp object.

The surrounding sounds suddenly came back, screams, footsteps, ambulance sirens, all the sounds came together and drowned her like a tide.

She knelt in a pool of blood, trembling all over, tears falling down, hitting her face, sliding down her cheeks, and mixing with the dark red blood.

Someone pulled her away and she struggled to reach her.

The stretcher lifted her up, and her arms dropped and dangled in the air.

People around are still talking, watching, and taking photos.

She followed her into the car and watched the emergency personnel perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on her. The sound of regular compressions echoed in the small car.

Watching Chen Rong’s chest rise and fall, it was not breathing, but mechanical power completing the work that her heart was supposed to do.

Look at the line on the heart monitor.It jumps and falls; it jumps and falls.

When they arrived at the hospital, Qi Ranyue was stopped at the door of the emergency room.

The door was closed, gray, with a small pane of glass embedded in it, but the curtains were drawn so nothing could be seen.

Qi Ranyue stood there, her hands hanging by her sides. The blood on her palms had dried and formed dark red scabs.

The door opened.

The doctor came out with his mask pulled down under his chin, revealing a very tired face.

He glanced at her and said, “I’m sorry, we tried our best. The family please express our condolences.”

“No, it’s impossible…”

She suddenly knelt on the ground and grabbed the doctor’s sleeve, her whole body trembling.”Doctor, you lied to me, right? You lied to me! You lied to me! How could she do it! No, it can’t be…”

The doctor stood there, letting her hold him.

She stared into the doctor’s eyes, trying to find a flaw, a hesitation, a hint that “there is actually hope.”

The hand slowly loosened and slid down, like a string stretched to its limit and finally broken.

“You lied to me…” The voice became softer and softer.

Breathing became faster and shallower.His chest heaved violently, a hissing sound came from his throat, his vision turned black, his legs softened and fell.

The back of his head hit the plastic chair in the corridor with a muffled sound.

Lying on the ground, eyes open, hands cramping, mouth open, only air comes out.

Someone was shouting something in her ears, someone was stroking her mouth, someone was slapping her face, someone was shouting “bring me a paper bag”. Those sounds were mixed together, buzzing, like the chirping of cicadas in summer, getting farther and farther away and getting lighter.

The funeral was three days later.

The mourning hall has been set up, wreaths have been placed throughout the corridor, and Chen Rong’s portrait hangs in the middle.

Everyone went.

Ruan Zhenchuan, Ruan Tian, ​​Qi Yihuai, classmates, colleagues, and parents who flew back overnight from abroad.

Chen Rong’s mother, Ruan Jing, threw herself in front of the mourning hall as soon as she entered the mourning hall. She almost suffocated from crying and fainted several times.

Chen Rong’s father, Chen Yuzhou, stood aside, trembling all over, tears streaming down his face silently, his lips trembling and unable to speak.

Qi Ranyue’s parents also came and stood beside her.

When Ruan Jing fainted from crying for the third time, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Qi Ranyue, her eyes full of resentment: “You…why…why are you still alive…why is it not you who died…”

Every word was like a knife piercing her.

She would rather die than herself.

When the door of the auditorium was pushed open in the early morning, the wind rushed in, causing the elegiac couplet to flutter slightly.

Qi Ranyue stood at the door, wearing all black, her eyes were red and swollen, and she had lost weight. She walked in step by step, walked to the front, and looked at the photo for a long time.

She reached out and gently touched the edge of the photo frame. The glass was cold, as cold as her face that night.

She knelt down and took the urn into her arms, holding it tightly as if she wanted to rub it into her body.

The cry came out from deep in the throat, broken and hoarse, as if it were tearing the person alive.

The whole person curled up into a ball, holding the urn on his chest, tears hitting the black box, pat, pat, echoing in the empty auditorium.

She was the only one crying in the auditorium, bumping between the white walls and slowly dissipating.

She knelt there for a long time, until her voice became hoarse and she could no longer cry. Only tears were still flowing, silently and continuously.

In the photo, Chen Rong was still smiling and looking at her brightly.

The street lights outside stayed on all night, shining on the glass windows of the auditorium, on her curled up figure, and on her eternal smile.

On the day of the burial, the sun was still shining on the tombstone.

Qi Ranyue turned around and ran out as hard as she could.

The wind poured into my mouth, which was salty and bitter.

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