After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

From now on, I won’t be able to fight anymore.

Nan Jianan is dead.

The relationship between them was like a mirror, all in vain.

Nan Chu bit the back of his hand and cried uncontrollably: "Su Jingnian, why... why couldn't you give me a call, even if you asked me to wait for you? Why..."

Why did I miss it like this?

Regrets filled his chest wantonly, and Nan Chu felt like a tiny speck of dust blown here by the wind.

She and Su Jingnian were floating in the wind, floating... and just drifted away.

There was a tremor in Su Jingnian's smiling voice: "At that time, all I could think about was that I had to look like a decent person before I could have the nerve to contact you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the nerve to ask you to wait for me."

When he first went abroad, he fought for food with homeless people in the slums of London.

Sorry, as a human being, he also has the lowest point in his life that he can't bear. At that lowest point, he doesn't want to drag anyone in to see him at his most depressed and failed state.

Especially Nan Chu, he was the least willing to face it.

Nanchu calmed down her emotions for a long time, but her nasal voice was still very strong. She asked: "Then what are your plans next?"

"After everything has been explained, I should return to the UK. But before I leave, I want to meet you in person. I feel that if we don't meet, something will be missing. What do you think?"

Nanchu covered her mouth, tears falling again, and she barely responded with a "hmm".

Su Jingnian asked: "Where are you? I've finished cleaning up the mess here and I'm looking for you."

"I'm in Zhou City."

"it is good."

After Nanchu's mood collapsed, he took an afternoon off and instead of going home, he walked around Zhoushi.

It had been a while since she came to Zhou City, and it was the first time she found the location of Zhou City Municipal Hospital.

For a moment, she wanted to say goodbye to all relationships.

Including the child in my belly.

She even registered and stood in line for an abortion.

While sitting on the chair in the waiting room, she flipped through her phone and accidentally clicked on the people and places in the photo album. At a glance, she saw a collection of more than a hundred photos in the small frame in Switzerland.

In one of them, they were under the rolling snow-capped mountains. Lu Zhilu took her mobile phone, leaned down slightly, and took a photo with her head to head.

They look like an ordinary couple.

At that time, he taught her to ski. It was her first time skiing and she seemed very clumsy. He taught her many times and joked that she was the stupidest student he had ever taught. She could not even teach her anything in the future. Not to mention that he taught her skiing skills.

She fell several times and he scolded her for being stupid. She cried angrily and wandered around the snow field looking for an exit to go back.

Lu Zhilu probably gave in in the end, strode after her, pulled her into his arms, stretched out his hand to wipe her tears and said, "Stop crying, your tears are almost freezing."

She scolded him: "You called me stupid."

He grabbed her and walked back. His voice was lazy and teasing: "You are indeed not smart. The exit of the ski resort is not in this direction. You won't be able to walk back to your little bungalow at night."

When she mentioned the small bungalow, she even asked seriously: "Did you really give that small bungalow to me?"

It was as simple as delivering a package, and he nodded lightly, "Well, no? Don't forget it."

"If you want it, you don't want it for nothing."

It's ridiculous, in such an unequal and beneficial three-year marriage, there was actually a beautiful past between them.

Even the slightest bit of emotion in the very benefits, or even half the emotion, turns out to be extremely precious.

The announcement in the waiting room rang: "Patient No. 56 Nan Chu, please come into Clinic No. 3..."

She even finished the consultation and was scheduled for surgery.

But while she was lying on the operating bed and the doctor was about to give her an anesthetic, she still ran away.

She wanted to become more cruel, but she couldn't bear to let this little life stay in her belly for more than three months.

She cried loudly at her weakness.

In WeChat on the mobile phone, a red friend popped up to add a message——

【call back】

【Add me back】

These two sentences have no punctuation marks.

But for some reason, Nanchu felt helpless and unstoppable irritation from these two sentences.

She suddenly felt refreshed.

Lu Zhilu could easily crush her to death, but she didn't care anymore. She had nothing to lose.

She was no longer afraid of him.

She failed to pass the friend verification, but replied with the verification message: [I don’t want to see you again, don’t come to me]

This sentence is not out of anger.

But sincerely.

She hopes that Lu Zhilu will always live somewhere she can't see, always so arrogant, free and free, doing whatever he wants, but never having anything to do with her life again.

on the way back.

She bought one last scratch ticket from the sports lottery machine and scratched out five hundred.

From now on, she will be the koi of her own life.

……

A week later.

One weekend.

Lu Zhilu sent people to search around, but there was no news about Nan Chu.

After the fire was put out that day, he called her from another number, but the phone card was canceled and became an empty number.

When I tried to send the verification message on WeChat again, it could no longer be sent and was blocked by her.

He asked Qiao Yu twice alone, but Qiao Yu pretended to be dead and said he didn't know.

He still didn't believe it. A living person could disappear out of thin air, and it wasn't like he was caught by some Dulong society.

He took the car keys and rushed to Yujingyuan.

On the weekend, Qiao Yu and Xiao Xiangsi were leisurely watering the flowers in the yard with a shower hose.

As soon as he walked in, the water pipe in Qiao Yu's hand filled him with water.

"..."

Lu Zhilu was drenched like a drowned dog, and his face was about to turn gloomy.

Qiao Yu had already said with a smile before he had the attack: "Oh, I am not a professional watering the flowers, and as expected, I watered the flowers on people. I'm sorry, Lawyer Lu, why don't you go and borrow some clothes from Bao Hanshi to change."

She had such a good temper that it was impossible to fault her.

But all fools know that she did it on purpose.

Lu Zhilu pinched his shirt, and the water on it flowed down the fabric.

He glared at Qiao Yu fiercely.

Qiao Yu didn't care, picked up the water pipe and watered the flowers as if nothing had happened, and kindly told him: "Bao Hanshi is upstairs in the study."

Lu Zhilu didn't move, stared at her back and said, "I came to find you."

Qiao Yu pretended to be confused, "Huh? This is not a good idea. Lawyer Lu, you know who Bo Hanshi is. He can cut off Jiang Wan's tongue, and your words... can also destroy you."

Lu Zhilu didn't bother to talk in circles, stepped forward to block her, and asked straight to the point: "Do you know where Nan Chu is."

As soon as Qiao Yu turned around, the water pipe in his hand touched him again.

"..."

Lu Zhilu didn't hide, he stood there and wiped the water from his face.

Qiao Yu said in confusion: "I don't understand. Why are you looking for her? To remarry?"