plunderer

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one year later.

Beijing.

The weather in early summer is neither hot nor cold, the branches and leaves on the trees are completely green, the wind is blowing gently, neither tepid nor irritable, everything is just right.

The light sunlight shines on the balcony of Cheng's villa, Cheng Yiru walks through the corridor to the room at the end.

The plants in the room were lush and green, and the fragrance of plants and trees was mixed with the sweet fragrance of her body. He walked into the room, looked at Lin Han who was dressing up, and asked, "Have you cleaned everything up for Young Madam?"

"It's almost there, young master." The maid replied respectfully, "It's just that I haven't put on makeup yet, so I need to wait a little longer."

Cheng Yiru bent down, lifted Lin Han's chin lightly with his hand, looked at her fair and fair face, and said in a deep voice, "You don't need to put on makeup, it will be beautiful this way."

After everything was ready, he helped Lin Han put on the black windbreaker, and then helped her walk out of the gate slowly.

The scenery on both sides of the road slowly passed by the car window, Lin Han wrapped in a loose windbreaker, curled up like a baby in the passenger seat and fell asleep peacefully.Ever since she was injured in Thailand, the once gentle and beautiful woman has become dull and lethargic all day long.The Cheng family has a big family and a big business. In the extremely luxurious Cheng's villa, she spends most of the time in a state of sleep, which makes everyone in the family extremely worried and distressed. Dozens of family doctors have exhausted all kinds of methods. Failed to prolong her daily waking hours.But she seems to be willing to sleep like this every day. Even when she wakes up occasionally, she seldom speaks. She has always lived in her own closed world. There will be servants to take care of her life, wash her and change her clothes , Cheng Yiru will also arrange all the food and daily life for her, meticulously, do his best, such Lin Han's wishes, just like a puppet, let others play, obedient and well-behaved.

Suppressing his emotions, Cheng Yiru looked at Lin Han who was sleeping quietly next to him, his eyes flashed with pity, and then he lowered his eyes helplessly, his eyes touched the red bracelet on her wrist, and he glanced over it inadvertently.

The car stopped in the open suburb, and Cheng Yiru, who got out of the car, turned to the other side, opened the car door, saw Lin Han's beautiful sleeping face, couldn't help feeling soft, stretched out his hand fondly to brush the messy strands of hair on her cheeks, Then wake her up softly.

Lin Han, who got out of the car, couldn't help shivering when exposed to the cool breeze in the suburbs, and reflexively wanted to hide in the car, but Cheng Yiru grabbed his wrist and coaxed him down patiently.On the grass, he handed the bouquet of pure white flowers into her hands, and helped her tighten the black windbreaker around her body, and then supported Lin Han who was holding the flowers, and walked slowly towards the remote suburb.

The breeze lifted her long hair, which was faint and warm but with a biting coolness. Lin Han couldn't help hugging the flowers in his hands tightly.Stepping on the soft grass, she walked forward step by step, with the blue sky above her head, the light fragrance of flowers in her bosom on the tip of her nose, and Cheng Yiru's soft voice wafting in her ears:

"Lin Han, do you know where we are going?"

"..."

"We are going to worship a relative, and today is her death day"

"..."

"That person is your relative in the distance, do you remember? Her name is Luo Mu."

"..."

"Lin Han, you have to remember her, her name is Luo Mu."

Few people know that there is a lonely tomb at the end of the suburb, this lonely tomb was built by Cheng Yiru himself half a year ago.At that time, he went to Bangkok, Thailand to discuss a cooperation project. Because he was thinking about Lin Han, who was single in the Cheng family and behaved like a dementia, he remembered what happened in Nantai half a year ago.The past is commonplace, but it still makes people sigh.At that time, he used the same method to ferry to that dangerous place again, and brought back Luo Mu's ashes from that hot and noisy place all the year round, and from the uninhabited and deep forest that could not see the light.

In front of the grave, Lin Han, holding a bouquet of white flowers, tilted her head and looked at Cheng Yiru in front of her. Like a child, she struggled to recall. However, after searching in her mind, there was nothing about a person named "Luo Mu". Without any impression, the slightly strenuous mental activity made her gradually feel drowsy, so she hid on the grass next to her with flowers and took a nap by herself.

In front of the tombstone, the warm sunlight shone on Cheng Yiru's body. This place is full of light, the breeze is gentle, and it is unusually quiet. It is an open and bright scene. It was the best choice for her to choose this place as her final resting place.Looking up at the familiar name, an inexplicable emotion surged into his heart, which was the same as when he saw the news in the newspaper that "no one survived the explosion center" after the big explosion that year. It's all indescribably depressing and sad.That day, from the moment she asked him to take Lin Han away, from the moment she refused to go back to Beijing with them, he knew that she had already given up on herself.It's just that at that time, he was still lucky, thinking that she would live peacefully in another country for Lin Han.

However, in the end he underestimated her cruelty and heartlessness, and she actually left by herself, leaving Lin Han alone.

In all partings, those who leave are often the most unrestrained, and those who stay are the most painful.

That day, in the tall building in the dense forest, she said to her seriously: After everything here is over, we will return to Beijing.Now everything is over, but she is no longer here.

In the past, she left without saying goodbye for five years, leaving all the pain and memories to Lin Han. Now, she still left her without Lin Han's knowledge and left alone, but this time, she But he will never come back, and what is left to Lin Han is nothing but that pale and forgotten time.

If he hadn't seen the moss-covered grave that belonged to her in that uninhabited dense forest, then perhaps he would never have understood her loneliness and misery in her lifetime, let alone understand her desperate efforts. The humbleness and heartache of keeping Lin Han by his side even if he dies.

Cheng Yiru withdrew his eyes, disturbed his complicated thoughts, and saw Lin Han who was sitting on the grass holding flowers and dozing off not far away, so he called softly: "Lin Han, don't sleep, come to me quickly."

Hearing a familiar voice calling, Lin Han opened his eyes, got up from the grass, held flowers, walked obediently to his side, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Helping her tidy up the windbreaker on her body, Cheng Yiru said softly: "Now, it's time for you to present flowers to that relative far away."

As if she couldn't understand, Lin Han froze in place, and after a long time of processing her thoughts, she finally understood what he said, so she turned her head, looked at the tombstone in front of her, looked at the strange name on the tombstone, and behaved obediently under his gaze. Holding the white bouquet in his hands, he walked slowly towards the lonely grave in front of him.

Cheng Yiru's eyes followed her, watching her slowly approaching the love of her life, watching her squatting down and placing the bouquet of flowers in her hand in front of her tombstone, he couldn't help but feel a great sadness, it was right The dead Luo Mu?Is it Lin Han who treats people like a puppet nowadays?Or is it self-blame for your own sinful karma?Or is it an injustice to fate?

He waited for a long time, but the figure who squatted down to offer flowers did not get up for a long time.The empty suburbs were extremely quiet, except for the gentle breeze, accompanied by intermittent sobbing sounds.Shocked, Cheng Yiru came to his senses and hurried forward to take care of Lin Han who hadn't gotten up for a long time, only to see that her innocent face like a child was covered with tears, and crystal clear teardrops slid down her cheeks onto the grass in front of the grave.

"Lin Han, what's the matter with you?" Cheng Yiru asked in a hurry.

"..."

"Why are you crying?"

"..."

Lin Han raised his face full of tears, staring blankly at the name on the tombstone in front of him.After a long time, she slowly raised her hand, tightly covering the position of her heart, and said vaguely: "Here...it hurts..."

(The book is over, thank you for reading)