Mo Yiben felt that he had just met someone else's despair in life. When he heard Professor Yuan finally said that she was stunned. He suddenly grabbed the old woman's wrist and said, "Auntie, are you talking about Yuan Qingling's mother who committed suicide on the top?"

The old woman seemed to have not heard the three words Yuan Qingling for a long time. How could she hear it? After a moment of anxiety, she slowly said: "Isn't it?"

Mo Yi's heart thumped and the floor drain jumped a few times. Oh my God. Oh my God!

She slapped herself hard. Why did she come? She should have come long ago. If something happens, how could she explain to the Crown Princess?

She drilled forward hard and shouted loudly, "Mom Yuan, don't be overwhelmed. Come down, I have something important to tell you. Come down quickly."

The building is more than twenty floors high. There is noisy below. Mo Yi shouted with a loud voice, but he couldn't get it out at all.

She was so anxious that she was jumping up and down below. She couldn't attract the attention of the person above.

She saw someone coming down from the corridor and someone going up. Knowing that someone from above was persuading her, she hurriedly ran to the door, but a female policewoman pulled her wrist and said, "Miss, you can't go up."

Mo Yi said anxiously: "I want to go up, I can persuade her to come down."

The policewoman looked at her, "Who are you from her?"

Mo Yi was so anxious that he jumped, "I am not her, but I know her daughter. Believe me, I can really convince her to come down."

The policewoman said seriously: "If you are not her family, then I will be sorry. I can't let you go. Go quickly, don't hinder the firefighters from saving people. They have all gone up."

Mo Yihuo burned fire and said, "No, let me go up. It would be too late if I don't go up. It's going to be dead. Otherwise, you ask Professor Yuan to come down to see me, and I will say a few words to him and give him the things. I have something here so I can let her come down."

"What?" asked the policewoman.

"Her daughter's letter!"

"Her daughter is dead." The policewoman is a policeman from a nearby community and knows that Dr. Yuan has long been dead.

Mo Yi patted his head and slapped himself with a big slap. "This is a suicide note. She has given it to me for a long time. I didn't notice it. I was confused and didn't send it to her parents in time. Please let me go up and I'll make up for it."

She took out a letter from her backpack and raised it in front of the female policewoman. The female policewoman was half-believing, but it was indeed a matter of life. She said, "I'll go up with you. If you do something to stimulate her, I will take you back to the police station immediately."

"Okay, okay, go up quickly." Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the policewoman and ran in and pressed the elevator.

Because something happened, no one was going up and down on the floor, so the elevator arrived soon.

The elevator goes straight to the top floor, and then runs the last stairs to the rooftop.

There were many people on the rooftop, firefighters, policemen, ambulance staff, and several other people who were watching their families persuaded them. One of the middle-aged men wearing white shirts and gray hair almost knelt down and shouted in grief: "Come back, come back quickly, don't scare us..."

Another young man also knelt on the ground and cried, begging her to come back.

Yuan’s mother sat on the fence, her feet shaking in the air outside. She was so thin that she seemed to be able to blow her down, which looked very dangerous.

She turned to face her family, her face covered with tears, and her eyes were full of reluctance, but she was unwilling to come down.

The firefighters dared not approach him rashly, for fear that they would jump down if they stimulated her.

Mo Yi quickly raised the letter and shouted, "Mom Yuan, my name is Mo Yi. I just met Yuan Qingling. She asked me to bring you a letter, please take a look."

Yuan's mother turned her head suddenly and looked at her, looking at the letter raised in her hand. She shook her head with a sad face, and put her hands on the fence and moved.

This movement scared everyone's hearts to fly out. The firefighters were running and almost rushed over. However, Yuan's mother just adjusted her sitting position and did not jump down.

However, Professor Yuan fainted in fear.

The policewoman was also scared and dragged Mo Yi and said, "You go down, don't yell here."

Mo Yi was also scared and cried, and struggled, "Mom Yuan, you believe me. It was Yuan Qingling who asked me to deliver the letter. She was not dead, really not dead. Why don't you believe me? If you jump down, I'm really guilty. I should have come to deliver the letter a month ago, but my sister had surgery and I have been taking care of her in the hospital. Even if you come down and take a look, you will know the truth or falsehood. You can recognize her handwriting."

She kept raising the letter, but the policewoman dragged her away. She had no choice but to shout to the young man, "You are Brother Yuan, are you? Look at this letter, and there is also a portrait of her in my backpack. Her current portrait, and the gifts she brings to you, are all in my backpack."

She said, throwing her backpack down, but she couldn't resist the policewoman's drag and was dragged down the stairs.

The Yuan family brother was kneeling on the ground. After hearing Mo Yi say this, he saw the letter and backpack thrown on the ground. He walked over to pick up the letter. When he saw it, he was shocked. "Oh my God, it is Qing'er's handwriting, mother, Qing'er's handwriting, hers."

He looked at it hungrily, which shocked the whole person. After reading it, he opened his backpack, and there were a few small brocade boxes and a painting, which he slowly stretched out.

The man doesn't cry easily, but he hasn't reached the sad place. He looks at the portrait and tears fall.

Yuan's mother was finally touched and asked with her trembling lips: "Really?"

The brother of the Yuan family cried and said, "Mom, it's true, look!"

He spread the portrait to Yuan's mother, and on the head, he painted a couple and three children. The woman's smile, bright eyes and white teeth, was her daughter.

Professor Yuan was also woken up by pinching and walked over to see him slowly, unable to help but burst into tears.

He walked over, firefighters were protecting him, and he reached out to Yuan's mother, his lips trembling, "Aya, come back."

The wind was very strong, making Yuan's mother's clothes bulge, like a bird about to fly down.

This scene is shocking.

But fortunately, she reached out and handed it to Professor Yuan.

The moment he landed, Professor Yuan hugged her and cried in a deep voice.

The heart that everyone was hanging on was finally settled.

Half an hour later, Mo Yi sat on the sofa in the living room of Yuan’s family.

Her legs were still trembling, and after crying, her eyes were very red and swollen.

Everyone from Xinhe Portrait Yuan’s family has seen it, but the handwriting is Qing’er’s handwriting, but what she said in her heart is hard to believe.

Looking at the three of them eagerly looking at their eyes, and hearing Yuan's mother's trembling voice ask if it is true, Mo Yi immediately cried.

She was so scared that if she came one day late, no, even if she came one hour later, something would happen.

She cried for a moment, wiped away her tears and said, "I called you yesterday, but you didn't answer. I wanted to tell you yesterday."
Chapter completed!