Chapter 317: Unrecoverable, more cone-shaped

The door to the room was still closed. In just two days, Jane’s white hair on her head was much more.
She told Jane Wan, "Get in, let's at least look at what happened to my son."
Although her husband and Jane, as well as the sons and friends, said that the son is absolutely impossible to commit suicide, but Mrs. Jane is still worried, that is her son, the meat on the heart, she is distressed.
Even if it is not suicide, it can be two days. If you don’t eat or drink, you can’t stand it!
Jane Wan patted his wife's shoulder and said: "Tomorrow... If tomorrow, he will not come out any more, and he will forcibly break in anyway."
Jane Wan does not propose to let people break in because he knows his son and, as a man, he knows that his son needs time to accept this cruel reality.
And these relatives, they should also give him an independent space, let him accept, and get used to this pain.
Jane Wan can understand why Jane Zechuan had such a big reaction after learning that Xin Ai’s death.
If the woman he likes is alive, he didn't cherish it. As a result, when she died, she suddenly understood it. Oh... I always like her.
This is not only sad, but more remorse and guilty.
Because it is irreparable, so it hurts, it is more bitter.
Jane Wansong sighed, you said, who can think of it, the vulgar and the gold, the gimmicks that have no advantage in the body, have defeated a large number of giants, becoming the most incompetent woman of his son.
Who else thinks that the world is impermanent, a good person, no more!
Waiting for another day, Jane Zechuan has not yet come out, Jane Wan has not waited, and he will die if he does not eat or drink for three days.
He wants to let his son come out himself, but he can't get out, then he can't watch him die in it.
Jane Wan let Jane bring people to come and prepare for the door.
They are all ready, and when they are about to start, the door suddenly opens from the inside.
Jane Zechuan’s figure appeared in front of everyone, and everyone stunned.
There were about ten people blocking the door, including the Jane Wan couple, who held their breath and didn't dare to swear.
Finally, Mrs. Jane first trembled and asked: "Son... you... you are fine..."
"Nothing!" Jane Zechuan's voice was hoarse and weak, except that his face didn't look good, the whole person's spirit was ok, at least, far better than they expected.
Moreover, he unexpectedly took a shower, and his hair was dripping with water.
Mrs. Jane thought that Jane Zechuan was definitely grief-stricken, and it was definitely painful.
But... when he opened the door and appeared in front of them, it was... the situation was not as bad as they thought.
Originally, it should be relieved. It can be seen. He looked at his dead water and his dark eyes. They didn’t start the loose breath, but they couldn’t spit it out. Instead, they were even more worried.
If Jane Sawagawa can show a picture of grief, at least, he is venting.
However, Jane Zechuan did not, his calm, more worrying.
In those eyes, there was no longer the glory of the past, as if the hoarse demon soldiers could not make a dazzling brilliance.
Mrs. Jan looked at her son, and her throat seemed to be blocked by hard objects, stuck in it, uncomfortable and painful.
She tried to ask: "Son, you are hungry, don't want to eat something..."
"Ok!"
Jane Sawakawa even agreed, and while Mrs. Jane was shocked, she waved her hand and let Jane four, and they brought the fresh food that had been prepared.
"That... then you are going to eat... eat fast..."
Jane Sawakawa sat down and took up chopsticks, and finished a meal in the eyes of Mrs. Jane’s earnest concern.
After eating the chopsticks, he said: "Go."
Mrs. Jane is busy asking: "Son, you... where are you going?"
Jane Sawagawa’s red eyes saw his parents:
Go back first, I have something to do.

Mrs. Jane still wants to ask, she was pulled by Jane Wan.
Jane Wan nodded: "That line, go."
He and his wife, sent Jian Zechuan downstairs, watching him leave by car.
Before leaving, Jane Wan looked at Jane and asked him to be optimistic.
After the person left, Mrs. Jane was busy asking: "What did you ask me not to ask me, what if he went to a dangerous place?"
Jane Wan lived on his wife's shoulder and sighed: "Without the room, there is no place that is dangerous. He can come out and explain that he knows what to do in the future. At this time, don't force him to be too anxious, appropriate. Care is all right, what he wants to do, let him go, always let her do something to vent and vent."
It’s not easy for Jane Sawakawa to get out of that house. In the past three days, how is his inner suffering? Jane does not know.
Perhaps it is hell, the water is hot, struggling in pain, despair and remorse.
Finally, I opened the door, walked out, and chose to accept the death of Xin Ai. At the same time, I accepted the torture that I had to bear in the future...
On the way, Jane asked: "Where is Sanye."
Jane Sawagawa faintly said: "The cemetery."
Jane’s hand holding the steering wheel shook, and of course he knew where the graveyard in Sanye’s mouth was.
He also knows that if Sanye walks out of the room, it is bound to go to see Xin Ai.
Jane IV took a breath and looked at the direction of the cemetery.
Today, on a cloudy day, I haven’t opened the place yet, and there is a light rain in the sky.
Jane Zechuan looked out the window, and the night of Xin Ai’s car accident was also raining.
At the moment when the car collided, when she was burned, how desperate she was, he couldn’t realize it, she was so afraid of a person, at that time, how much she was afraid?
Jane Sawakawa's heart is always in a place of severe pain, and the pain is even worse.
However, he hurts this, perhaps not as much as one tenth of Xin Ai’s original.
Finally arrived at the place, Jane stopped the car, got off the umbrella, and wanted to help Jane Zechuan drive the door.
But he just opened the umbrella, Jane Zechuan has come down, and crossed him.
Jane 4 quickly catch up: "Sanye, I... I will take you to..."
Before the Xinyi tombstone, Jane Zecheon stopped.
Jane tried several times to try to help him rain, and he was pushed away by him.
Standing in front of the tombstone, Jane Zechuan did not move, the frosty face was expressionless, the pale lips were very tight, and his eyes reflected the photos of Xin Ai on the tombstone.
The photo taken by Su Xiaoling was the photo taken by her freshman.
At that time, Xin Ai was still a shy and restrained, innocent and pure girl, a sweet smile on her lips, which made people laugh and laugh.
Jane Sawakawa, suddenly remembered, he has not had a photo of Xin Ai in his mobile phone.