set fire to his heart

A black motorcycle gallops in one direction.

The scale of time stretches, and the distance becomes farther.

finally.

A black motorcycle was parked in front of an old villa, and the green plants in the front yard were growing through the gaps in the window bars, which showed that it had not been taken care of for a long time.

Shen Ze, who stopped the car, took off his helmet and gloves after turning off the car.

After being randomly placed on the motorcycle, he straddled his long legs, straightened his body and pushed the door into the front yard of the villa.

With the arrival of spring, the front yard is full of greenery.

Shen Ze glanced at somewhere in it, beside the abandoned swing, there was a circle of low plants.

This season, they look like weeds.

But he is very clear.

That is her favorite flower - hydrangea, also known as endless summer.

Shen Ze, who was in the front yard, was wearing a cool black leather jacket, with his head staring at a head of red hair, plus rows of earrings and sharp broken eyebrows, and tattoos under his chin.

This kind of him is in stark contrast to the old villa and the poorly maintained front yard.

But the original hostility on his body was unseen when he entered the front yard, pulling out the remaining tenderness that was hidden in the depths of his toughness.

Shen Ze's black eyes were drawn away from the violence, revealing his unique gentleness.

He stared at the abandoned swing in a daze.

In my mind, a picture of a certain summer day emerged—Endless Summer was in full bloom, surrounded by clusters of flowers, and a girl was sitting there smiling happily.

only.

The beautiful illusion did not stay for too long.

The door of the old villa was opened from the inside, and a sturdy uncle about 40 years old came out.

He was also dressed in black, with a large gold chain.

The uncle's figure is seriously out of shape, but it is not difficult to see that when he was young, he must have been on the road.

"Ozawa, you're here."

The sturdy uncle's call pulled Shen Ze back from his fantasy.

When he looked back.

In Shen Ze's black eyes, the brief tenderness was immediately withdrawn by him.

"Uncle Wang."

He called him and walked towards the sturdy uncle: "Where is the old man?"

"Boss just took the medicine and fell asleep, so he probably won't wake up for three or four hours."

Uncle Wang said, looking at him: "I haven't seen you coming for a long time, what have you been up to lately? Have you listened to the old man's words? Be soft with your father, go back and be your noble son, and don't meddle in the organization's affairs... "

Seeing him just met and bringing up old things again.

Shen Ze looked a little impatient, waved his hands and said, "You are a soft-hearted, shameless illegitimate son, a noble son who rides a horse, I don't need his food?"

Seeing that his attitude has not changed, Uncle Wang tried to persuade him: "Xiao Ze, your father is your only son after all."

"Doesn't he only have one woman? If he is so powerful, he will just find a few more women to give birth to, so I won't take his orders..."

Shen Ze's attitude was clear, and he walked in: "Also, the old man of the organization has been disbanded, and I am taking over the management of the current organization. As long as I don't die, it will not be disbanded."

Hearing this, I felt his toughness and reluctance.

Uncle Wang knew the reason, he sighed regretfully, and advised: "Xiao Ze, Zhi Xia has been gone for so many years, you should let it go too. If she is alive in heaven, she won't want to see you like this, you……"

Before he finished speaking, his voice was silenced by Shen Ze's gradually gloomy expression.

Seeing Shen Ze's gloomy and terrifying expression, Uncle Wang sighed helplessly, he waved his hands and said, "Damn, I won't say anything."

At this point, Shen Ze walked in.

When he passed him by, Uncle Wang let out a heavy sigh of distress and helplessness: "Alas..."

Shen Ze, who walked into the room, saw his sorrow and regret from the corner of his eye.

Although he had a sullen face, he still involuntarily tightened his jawline, and complex emotions rolled in the depths of his black eyes.

When Shen Ze walked into the old villa.

It was getting dark outside, and the lights inside were not turned on.

The light was weak, but he could clearly see a family portrait hanging on the wall—a man in his sixties and a girl in his teens, with a crocheted doll rabbit beside him.

When Shen Ze saw the photo, his eyes turned sore for no reason.

The decoration inside the villa is old, and cracks and mold have appeared in many places. Although it seems to have failed now, it is not difficult to see that it was once prosperous.

It was a period of time that could not be returned, carrying all the good things about them.

only...

Shen Ze glanced at the middle-aged man in the photo, and the crochet rabbit beside the girl.

His eyes were restrained, and his Adam's apple slid up and down stagnantly with his emotional ups and downs.

finally.

Shen Ze looked away, and he walked towards the bedroom on the first floor.

when he opened the door.

On the huge European-style wooden bed lay a thin figure, with medical monitoring equipment placed on both sides of the bed, and the man's face was deeply sunken under the oxygen mask.

Compared with the image in the photo just now, the man at this time does not have the slightest original appearance.

He is so sickly that he looks like a different person, and even looks old.

And beside the old man's pillow, there is the crocheted rabbit in the photo. Compared with the gorgeousness in the image, its color has become dull with the passage of time, and the plastic eyeballs are full of scratches.

But even so.

It is still by the old man's side, year after year, day after day.

On the bedside table next to the bed, there are several photo frames, including a group photo of him and Shen Zhixia. In every photo of her, she holds the crochet rabbit in her hand, and there are also a few photos of him alone.

It is said to be a single photo, but there are also traces of crochet rabbits.

Standing by the side of the bed, Shen Ze glanced at them one by one, his complexion gradually became complicated, and his eyes revealed pain.

Looking at the sleeping old man, Shen Ze lowered his head and said to himself, "Old man, I'm here."

While greeting him, he looked at Shen Zhixia's solo photo in the frame again.

Shen Ze gritted his teeth, and said in a bad tone: "I have found the real culprit who killed Sister Zhixia, I will definitely not let him go, let alone let Sister Zhixia die in vain."

As he spoke, his hands hanging by his legs were tightly clenched into fists.

"The person who killed her, don't even think about living alone in this world! He has been allowed to live for a few years, it's time for him to accompany Sister Zhixia..."

Shen Ze was talking to himself alone.

Mentioning Shen Zhixia, every time he said her name, his heart throbbed with pain.

The sleeping old man couldn't hear his words, let alone respond to him.

However, Shen Ze's mind has been made up, his eyes and belief are unwavering.

When he made this decision, Shen Ze's pupils were full of hatred and longing, bloodshot eyes and dense mist lingered around his eye sockets.

Afterwards, Shen Ze's eyes couldn't help falling on the crocheted rabbit beside the old man.

"Don't worry, old man. What you failed to do, I will do for you..."

Shen Ze said firmly: "You have already lost one daughter, and I will definitely find your other daughter!"