Chapter 1649 Popular Singer: Hello, Major! (63)

To my dearest fiancée: I have never written a suicide note in all these years of joining the army. This is the first time.

My father and I have an unspoken understanding that no news is good news when fighting on the battlefield.

Even if there is news, no specific details can be announced to the public, because we are soldiers who maintain national justice and peace.

And this time, I seem to have someone to write to. But I found that I don’t want to let this letter fall into your hands at all.

But if it is so unfortunate that this letter still falls into your hands. Prove that everything I said to you is a lie, and I am a big liar.

I have never made any promises to you, and I... have never loved you.

For the liar who never loved you, please don’t remember him for too long, because he has long forgotten you.

——Shi Yibei

His suicide note does not have a single word of missing, and no single word of reluctance.

The meaning of the black and white words is just eight short words: I don’t love you, please forget me.

"What a big fool..." With a choked voice, the hands holding the letter paper couldn’t stop trembling.

I don't know how helpless he must have felt when he was surrounded by armed men on the barren snow-capped mountains.

He went there as an assistant, but was cruelly abandoned by those who needed help.

If possible, she really wanted to be by her side at that moment, holding his hand tightly and telling him that she was by his side.

It doesn't matter whether she lives or dies, what matters is being by his side, by his side, by his side.

I don't know when I fell asleep, I only know that this dream is very long. Shi Yibei in the dream is very gentle, and his private clothes look as dazzling as in the conference room that day.

She wanted to grab his hand, but found that there was nothingness in front of her, as if she was in a chaotic space, and it was pitch black all around, and no light could be seen.

In the dream, Shi Yibei just smiled quietly, gently touching her head and her face.

Luo Qingchen wanted to ask something, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all. Tears fell silently from her cheeks, and he raised his hand and gently wiped them away for her.

The picture became more and more blurred, and only a voice that seemed to be extremely hoarse could be heard in her ears——

Wait for me, wait for me to come back————

"Dingling——" Another crazy phone ring sounded, she frowned and wanted to throw the phone away, but at that moment, the last words of Shi Yibei in the dream were still echoing in her ears.

She was scared to death as if she had been injected with adrenaline, and she was instantly refreshed.

"Hello——"

"Qingchen...are you...are you okay?"

"Sorry Xiaojiu." She bit her lip and said, "If you just come to comfort me, let me stay alone."

After the voice fell, she wanted to hang up the phone.

"Qingchen, Master Shi's memorial service...are you coming?" Xiaojiu did not forget to add: "No one in the company knows about this. It was the man who came to me alone yesterday, that is, Mr. Shi's assistant."

In such a long sentence, Luo Qingchen only heard three words.

Memorial service, memorial service, memorial service.

"I'll go..."

"The time is 7:30 tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

She hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and walked into the bathroom.

When the hot water poured over her head, she felt like she had come back a little from the brink of death.

She took a black windbreaker, a black round-brimmed hat, black gloves, and a black bag from the closet.

Standing in front of the mirror, she almost cried.

The white wedding dress she longed for turned out to be a black mourning dress.