Brother Gao Leng, be nice

Chapter 8 The Dead
The imperial capital is cloudy and rainy.

The continuous rain fell intermittently throughout the night, the ground was wet, several puddles of different depths reflected the tree trunks on both sides, and the whole street seemed to be covered with a layer of water vapor.

On a deserted street, a car parked at the entrance of the cemetery.

Su Jin got out of the car holding an umbrella, looked at the relief at the entrance of the cemetery, her eyes darkened.

The cool breeze mixed with drizzle was blowing head-on, Su Jin lowered her eyes, gathered her coat, lowered her head slightly and walked forward.

The cemetery was lined with trees, and Su Jin stepped step by step on the long brick-paved road, looking at the orderly tombstones in the distance, her knuckles holding the umbrella handle turned white.

Su Jin is actually not very familiar with this place.She has only been here once, and that was eight years ago.

However, that one and only time was engraved in her mind like a knife, and it became her long-lasting nightmare.

Su Jin followed her feeling and found the location in her memory.

Same place, same people.Eight years have passed, and at this moment the two scenes seem to overlap again.

Su Jin stood in front of the tombstone, thinking for a long time, finally hesitatingly stretched out her hand, and caressed the inscription wet by the rain—Su Biyun's Tomb.

Su Jin lowered her eyes and stroked the inscription with her fingertips, as if she could touch the figure in her memory.

The voice was choked in the roar, Su Jin moved her mouth slightly, and called out the address she had avoided for many years: "...Mom."

Fragments of memory gradually glued together.

She recalled eight years ago when she knelt in front of this stele and felt the cold and painful touch of her knees hitting the floor tiles.

The accusations in her ears, the distance from her relatives, she turned a deaf ear to them.Surprisingly calm, calm like a stranger.

She didn't even shed a tear that night, and she didn't seem to hear what the people around her said, her thoughts were all mixed together, and she only heard a weak sentence from her uncle Su Shaoyun: "Su Jin, do you have a heart?"

Whether she has a heart or not, she doesn't know.She only felt that her heart was suffocating, and the surrounding sounds seemed to be cut off by her, and her face was so stiff that she couldn't make a single expression, even if it was due crying.

She thought, maybe I am such a person, cold-blooded and numb, completely selfish.

Su Jin pulled away from the distant memory, restrained her trembling hands, stared at the names on the tablet for a long time, then turned around and walked away with an umbrella.

The back is lonely.Just like back then, after the crowd dispersed, the figure staggered away step by step while propping up his kneeling numb legs.

From then on, she knew that since then, she has become a person without a home.

……

stop the rain
Su Jin put away her umbrella, walked into the supermarket on the street, and prepared to buy some things to fill up the empty refrigerator.

Looking down at the phone, it was no surprise that Li Xin had repeatedly bombarded her. It seemed that she hadn't received her reply for a long time, and the news over there became more and more frequent.

【Xinxin: "Are you there?"】

【Xinxin: "Why don't you come back?"】

【Xinxin: "Where are you?"】

【Xinxin: "Squeak?"】

【Xinxin: "If you dare to run away like before, I will also settle accounts with you when I go to the sky..."】

…………

Su Jin was a little helpless, Li Xin's temper had become more and more irritable these years, and her heart was slightly warmed. She was about to go back, but unexpectedly saw a message from the early morning.

【Yun Shen: "Are you still getting used to it when you return to China? Have you taken your medicine on time? Pay more attention to your health."】

Su Jin in front of the screen paused between her fingers, and after a while, she still responded to the message
【I'm very good. 】

……

In the middle of the night on the other side of the ocean, the pale man was sleeping on the bed with his eyes closed, the drip of the infusion kept dropping, and several blond-haired, high-nosed doctors in white coats were constantly measuring the changes in the man's body temperature.

The mobile phone placed by the bed rang slightly, but it did not attract everyone's attention.

　I received a short message... a little happy, haha.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)