I Became an Anonymous Boss

The old man sat under the orange tree, leaning on his granddaughter's shoulder, and sighed softly: "It's better to stay here... Sitting here, it seems to be back decades ago... Xiaoer, come in too... "

Han Xiao lowered his head and came to the old man: "Old Madam."

"Thank you for your hard work." The old lady said, "Leaving you in such a place has trapped you for 20 years...you must have a lot to say."

"I..." Han Xiao paused for a long time, but shook his head: "I don't care about that anymore."

"That's good, that's good." The old man seemed to believe it, but he didn't seem to believe it: "But after that... you will be free, and you can go wherever you want."

Han Xiao bowed... what happened after that?

He dared not ask.

"Don't be so sad." The old lady said softly, she suddenly coughed twice, the red blood stained the table, her body shook, like a fragile sandcastle about to collapse.

"Grandmother, please..." Tantai Ziyue supported the old man's body and begged.

"It's nothing, I knew it a long time ago, and there will be such a day sooner or later." The old man was so calm, gently wiped off the blood on his lips, it was as bright red as the lip balm she used when she was married, she could see Seeing the end of his life, he became more and more energetic, the breath of slump and aging gradually faded, and he returned to that heroic age.

"I've been thinking about when this day will come. When it does come, I'm calm..." She said, "I also want to take care of you. When I was young, I said that I would not let go of this big family... But I really can't let go, that person left too early, and I'm the only one left, if I don't pull hard, this family has already broken up."

The old man also had her glorious years. After her husband became a cold spirit, he supported the family for 50 years, raised three children, and nurtured them to become adults. Not only did this huge thousand-year-old family not decline in her hands, On the contrary, the lintel is becoming more and more glorious.

She has been locked in this family for the rest of her life, but she is able to enjoy it, which is impossible for ordinary people, and those who have not persisted do not know how painful it is.

But she finally made it through, just today.

The old man looked at his girl, gently touched her little face, and wiped away her tears: "You...you are spoiled by me, you are so old, but you don't look like me at all, silly girl... But how much I want to take care of you again. Seeing you find your right husband, seeing you get married, and seeing your happy life. I also thought about that possibility, but I can’t be so selfish. Forgive me Grandma can't stay with you anymore..."

Tantai Ziyue had already cried into tears, and she was unable to speak because of the strong sense of guilt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She thought it was her fault, and kept repeating the apology.

"Silly girl, don't apologize." The old lady said softly, "From now on, live well and be strong, you are my granddaughter."

"I, I promise you..."

"Then I'm relieved." The old man slowly closed his eyes and leaned on the girl's shoulder: "Grandma is a little sleepy, do you remember the lullaby I used to hum to you... Sing it to me..."

Listening to the out-of-tune tune, the old lady's vision became more and more dim, and the light in her eyes gradually faded until she closed her eyes completely at the last moment.

The old lady who had supported the family for 60 years passed away. She closed her eyes peacefully in her granddaughter's arms, and a corner of the pillar supporting the family collapsed.

Along with the collapse was Tantai Ziyue's heart.

She hummed an out-of-key song, which turned into silent choking and sobbing, and eventually a mournful hoarse wail.

Han Xiao had already retreated quietly. He knew he shouldn't stay any longer, walked out of the other garden, and then stopped at the corner. He suddenly bent down, covered his mouth, and didn't make any sound. Bright red blood oozes.

Shirataki leaned against the door of the other garden, watching the setting sun and rising moonlight.

He didn't know the old man, but he could also feel a bit of sorrow, and even a bit of sadness and sigh in his heart.

Tantai Ziyue looked for him not only for the truth, but also to save people.

Maybe the latter is more important than the former.

What she wants is a miracle, but she can't bring any miracle by herself, and she is just a mortal, who has taken advantage of the times a little bit, can't stop death, and can't see through the truth behind the fog.

Shirataki knew how much he was, and never dared to bring too high expectations to others. Once he was overconfident, he would have such a result. He slapped him, listen, how loud it was.

He was a little thankful that he had never boasted, but also smiled wryly that he was incapable of boasting.

After all, life and death are in the sky.

Now the truth is also vague.

Some clues have been found, but it is of little value to Tantai Ziyue today.

It's not appropriate to say anything now...

He was also thinking about how he should respond, answer, and explain if he saw Tantai Ziyue again.

I'm afraid it's useless to say anything. In fact, he didn't do anything.

So if you don't want to face it, whether you look forward to it or hope it, it's all too heavy.

He doesn't think he needs to take any responsibility.

I don't feel overly sad in my heart, just more or less depressed.

It's just... when someone else's relatives pass away, it's a courtesy to leave quietly.

So Shirataki chose to leave.

When he left, the whole mansion was extremely quiet.

As if wanting to escape from this silence, Shirataki walked quickly and in a hurry.

Under the moonlight, he galloped around the city, using his lightness kung fu to fly across the city, leaving all the silence behind.

Go back to Linglong Xiaozhu.

After a little hesitation, Shirataki pushed open the door.

The atmosphere here is oppressive and suffocating. He wants to go back. In the world over there, at least there will be noise.

……nothing.

...just one night.

...This is not the first time I have encountered such a thing.

Chapter 67 Do you read mystery novels?

When I got home, it was already night.

Shirataki was lying on the seat, looking at the pitch-black computer screen, and had no intention of opening it.

Feeling a little depressed and depressed.

I was about to drink something, but found that I left in such a hurry that even my backpack was left behind in Linglong Xiaozhu.

Open the refrigerator, the refrigerator is also empty.

"Unlucky."

Shirataki glanced at the table, luckily his phone and wallet were still there, and he didn't change his clothes, so he casually put on a sweater and went out.

There are several 24-hour convenience stores nearby, and he happened to be in a bad mood, so he went out for a walk to relieve his inner depression.

Modern law and order is very good. You don't have to worry about stepping into any traps as you walk, and you don't have to worry about the assassins in the Bloody Clothes Building and the group of men in black from unknown origins to give you experience points.

It's already ten o'clock at night, and the gorgeous nightlife in the bustling city has just kicked off.

This has nothing to do with him, poor people do not deserve to have a nightlife.

Walking along the sidewalk, a peaceful wind blows over, and the air is filled with the turbid air unique to big cities.

Shirataki put his hands in his pockets, looked under the hood to see the approaching men and women, most of them were young people of the same age, enjoying their youth and living a carefree and happy life... What a hateful reality them.

I'm in a bad mood now, I don't even want to go to the gym to punch two punches, I'm afraid I'll blow up the sandbag.

The road is clean, and there are not even any demons and ghosts worth saving.

If you don't have friends, you can't find a chat partner to express your depression.

Suddenly, I really envy those young people who don't know what to worry about... Bai Taki lowered his gaze, and suddenly felt a little confused.

Is he an ordinary person in a modern city, or a ranger walking in a different world?

I am unwilling to let go of life and death, but also want to seek thrills and adventures, and appreciate eccentricities.

I want a peaceful and stable leisure life, but I am reluctant to give up the unknown and strange world.

Not only wanting to pursue an extraordinary and refined realm, but also clearly knowing that I am only a mortal body,

The result is... who can neither be an ordinary person nor an extraordinary person, who is in an awkward middle state, who is he now?

...Maybe, nothing counts.

Shirataki breathed out a foul breath, his eyes were a little indifferent, it was not so sad, it was just a little disappointed in himself.

The sign of the convenience store in front of him was shining brightly. When he approached, he heard some noisy voices.

"What's so great about being in a wheelchair? You ran over my foot!"

"My shoes are very expensive, so I have given you such a factor!"

"The milk tea spilled all over my body, how did you clean my clothes?"

"Stop talking nonsense, lose money, lose money! Call your parents!"

A group of four people, men and women, surrounded by someone, blocked outside the convenience store, yelling non-stop.

The employee of the convenience store frowned through the transparent glass door. He seemed to want to step forward, but a little girl wearing glasses next to him grabbed his sleeve and shook his head as a way to leave it alone.

Shirataki saw the wheelchair at a distance of more than 20 meters. Although he couldn't see who it was, he already guessed it pretty well.

He secretly sighed that it was indeed unlucky today, then approached and patted one of the men on the shoulder: "Hi."

The young man with hair dyed flowery green turned his head and exhaled a strong smell of alcohol.

In his eyes, Shirataki has already learned the multiple shadow clone technique: "Who are you?"

"It's not good to bully a girl." Bai Taki said lightly, "You haven't lost much."

"Yo? Mind your own business." The other person next to him sneered, his face flushed as well.

"What era is this? This is the first time I've seen such a person..." A few drunks yelled and mocked.

"I called the police." Shirataki took out his phone and pressed three buttons.

"None of your business!" One of them directly raised his hand and pushed over.

He pushed hard, pushed Shirataki's chest hard with both hands, and then Shirataki didn't move for half a step, and he fell down by himself.

It's like a person hit a wall with his head, and the wall didn't fall, but he fell.

The drunk man was lying on the ground with a dazed mind. He hadn't realized what happened, but there was only one thought in his mind... What a strong chest muscle.

Several other people hurriedly helped him up and said something in a hurry.

Then several other people also became irritable, talking about something, Shirataki didn't have the heart to listen to it at all.

He directly grabbed the handle of the wheelchair, turned and left, and the drunks surrounded him again.