After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 342 His Cat (End)
"Ding bell... ding bell..."

The crisp bell rang, which was extraordinarily clear and bright in this quiet and small room.

Du Shiling was stunned.

After a moment of daze and hesitation, he quickly pulled down the golden bell, and gently opened the petal-shaped bell with his hands.

A milky white bead the size of a lotus seed fell out of it, bounced on the table a few times, rolled for a while, and finally stopped slowly by Du Shiling's hand.

Under the light, this bead showed the purest and cleanest white color, quietly stopping in front of my eyes.

Du Shiling blinked, as if he didn't want to believe what he saw, and then shook his head vigorously.

"Will not……"

He lowered his head and wanted to pinch the beads, but at this moment he realized that his hands were trembling unbelievably. He couldn't do an easy pinching movement, as if there were many identical beads in front of him, no matter how he stretched out his hand Go catch it, but you can't catch it...

Accompanied by quick and brief gasps, Du Shiling finally pinched the little bead with red eyes.

He stared at it almost masochistically, trying to see a trace of evidence that could overturn his conjecture.

"No... no..."

The muttering in his mouth was like a nightmare. At this moment, he couldn't feel any physical activity that belonged to him. He couldn't hear, see, smell, or touch...

In my heart and mind, it was like being pierced by a knife and split by lightning. After the pain, there was crazy fear and helplessness.

In the dark night, he rushed out desperately. When the spring was cold, the man in thin clothes ran wildly all night. He came to the port, to the place where he had sent her away.

The sky was terribly dark, with no people, no ships, no moon, only the sound of "whooping" wind blowing through his hollow heart, cold and biting.

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Thousands of miles away, there is a beautiful and quiet hut in the forest. Outside the house, the grass is like shade, and the ground is full of flowers. From time to time, small animals come from the forest. Curious and timid, they come to have a look and sniff. .

There is a person living in this room, a handsome and thin man who came here three years ago and has been living here since then.

The hut is really small, so small that it can only accommodate a bed, a table and chairs, and a cat with pure white hair.

His cat is well-behaved and clingy. He always walks to the bed when the first rays of sunlight shine into the house in the early morning, wakes up the old man in a soft voice, and then accompany the man to have breakfast and go to the forest to pick fruit , Go to the stream to get water, and then go to the back mountain to pick a bouquet of the freshest and most beautiful flowers, carrying the sky full of blue and pure white, facing the wind in the valley, slowly walking to another mountain.

There is a small tombstone with no words on it. It is beside the green mountains and green waters. Feeling the light wind and drizzle every day, it stays here quietly and for a long time.

The man bent down and replaced the withered flowers of yesterday with the freshest flowers, and then he would sit down slowly, facing the unwritten tombstone, and stare into the distance silently and quietly.

His gaze was dull, he didn't know what he wanted to see through the green hill, his lonely and light pupils were always slightly dizzy, no one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew who this wordless monument belonged to.

Another gust of wind blew, and the white cat approached intimately, quietly crawling beside the man's legs, raising its head from time to time to look into the distance. .

The man would sit from morning to evening, eating some dry bread and drinking two sips of water in the middle, during which he would do nothing, just sit quietly, and accompany the soul under the tombstone, sitting beside him was a white cat.

Eight years have passed.

Everything in the mountains remains the same, the hut and the green hills are still the same as they were at the beginning, but the man and cat living in the hut are both old.

Especially for that cat, its pure white hair became thinner, its teeth gradually fell out, its slender figure became a little stooped, and its brisk steps became more and more sluggish.

This morning, the old cat accompanied the man to the top of the mountain as usual. The wind on the top of the mountain was still clear and soft.

The old cat couldn't move anymore, and lay down at the man's feet, gasping for breath.

Seeing its old appearance, the man stretched out his hand to hug it for the first time, put it gently in his arms, gently stroked its head with one hand, looked at the distant mountain, and murmured .

"I know you're not her."

"However, thank you for being with me for more than ten years..."

He knew, from the beginning, that it wasn't his cat.

His cat had long since left.

Although he knows everything, he has been deceiving himself and others, and has lived in a daze for so many years, closing his heart tightly, never refusing to face reality.

But now, his only thought is to leave.

The old cat lay quietly in the man's arms, facing the gradually rising sun in the distance, the already muddy eyes burst out with unprecedented light again.

It lightly licked the man's hand, exhausted all its strength, and called out in a low voice.

"Meow……"

Today, the man completely lost his cat.

Facing the falling red sun in the mountains, he slowly lowered his head, leaned against the wordless stele, and slowly closed his eyes.

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100 years later.

In the Beijing tourist area, an old house with a history of nearly 500 years is open to the public as a key protected tourist attraction.

One week before the opening, thousands of tourists came here admiringly. Following the tour guide specially sent by the municipal government, they followed the historical track of a hundred years ago and experienced the old house of the Du family with a rich history.

"The place where everyone is standing now is the home of Mr. Du Shiling Du, the most famous patriotic philanthropist in modern history, the president of a foreign trade firm, the richest man in Lincheng, and an entrepreneur with nearly [-] million assets. Everyone knows that Mr. Du made outstanding contributions to the founding of New China, but you certainly don’t know how profound the history is in the place where Mr. Du grew up..."

The gate of the old house, which has been dusty for nearly a hundred years, opens slowly in front of your eyes, accompanied by the sound of "creaking and creaking", which symbolizes the disappearance of the old era, and the sound of the coming of the new era also rings the bell of history in your ears.

All the tourists were intoxicated in this ancient house combining Chinese and Western elements. The tour guide then led the team after explaining. At the last stop, which is the landscape garden of Du’s house, the tour guide played a precious historical material to all the tourists.

"Here is the most precious personal information about Mr. Du, which was taken by the reporter of the People's Daily back then. Here, everyone can also get to know the most real Mr. Du. Next, please be quiet, and let's witness the most mysterious Color, a philanthropist who single-handedly promoted the progress of the revolutionary journey for ten years, a video left by Mr. Du Shiling."

The black-and-white picture slowly unfolded in front of the eyes. The man sitting in front of the black curtain was young and handsome. He spoke standard and nice Mandarin and narrated the donation content in an orderly manner. He was dressed in a decent and elegant Chinese-style short mandarin jacket. No one can believe it, he is the wealthy businessman and wealthy gentry who controlled the economic lifeline of Lincheng a hundred years ago.

He doesn't look like a businessman, but rather a learned professor.

At the end of the video, the photographer asks.

"You donated all the properties under your name in the name of your wife, so why isn't your wife here today?"

The man from a hundred years ago had a calm face, gentle and firm eyes.

"She is far away, waiting for me to go home."

　Du Shiling believed in one thing all his life.

　　His cat is far away, waiting for him to come home.

　　the end of the world
　　The next world preview:

　　My little black wolf cub sweetheart.

　　The old-fashioned and serious great scientist who is dedicated to scientific research VS the sweet and wild dog Hei Lang.

　　I am a beast, you are a human, I want to continue to protect you in this life
　　
　
(End of this chapter)