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Lin Jin froze for a moment, she didn't know what to say, how to say it, she even felt that the answer seemed normal.

Lin Muhai's words shattered her last fantasy, the feeling of being neglected and abandoned hit her like a sudden tide, deeper than ever before.

Often the saddest thing is not any verbal or physical harm, but complete disregard. Everything you do, good or bad, is the same in my eyes, so no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you struggle, it won’t help, Lin Jin Sometimes I laugh at myself in my heart, why do I think this person's opinion of me is so important.

It's not like you can't live without this person.

But she couldn't control herself. In her heart, Lin Muhai was not only the father who gave her blood, but also the only person who accompanied her through this world. She accompanied him through the last During those sad days, he finally lived the way he used to be.

Even though he is rarely by her side, she can always feel that he exists, as if just having that phone call that will come once in a while is enough for her to survive.

Like crazy, in the eyes of any ordinary person, this kind of emotion can be regarded as distortion.

Too fragile, even cowardly, can only stand up by relying on the embrace and support of another person, if not, you can only put a false shell on yourself, whether you want to escape or protect yourself, there is a Shelter.

Lin Jin wanted to find an excuse for such a self, but even if he found it, so what, no matter what it looked like to others, he always knew that it was a hypocritical excuse.

Lin Muhai saw that she was still standing there and didn't go out, so he looked up at her. Lin Jin was stabbed by that suspicious look, and he couldn't stay in this place any longer.

She turned and walked out the door, closing the door behind her.

Zhang Xi stood by the corner and waited for her. When she saw her coming out, she walked over and put her arms around her shoulders.

It's not comforting, Lin Jin doesn't need any comfort at this time, Zhang Xi just wants to give her a shoulder to continue to rely on, no matter what setbacks she encounters, there is another person in her life who can accompany her people.

But Zhang Xi still doesn't understand her. Zhang Xi doesn't know where Lin Jin's melancholy comes from. It seems that she has been like this since the first time she saw her. She is too sensitive and can't help but speculate too much. What can make her truly happy, her smile is always sad.

That's why she mistook Lin Jin's mother for Lin Jin when she saw Lin Jin's mother. They are not only similar in appearance, but also in their appearance. They don't need too many words, just stand quietly. There, you can feel the loneliness that permeates the surroundings through every move and look.

This innate melancholy separated her from the others, drawing a sharp line. Zhang Xi wanted to step over to pull her out, and thought of many ways, but in the end she was brought to the other end instead. Wanting to support each other to move forward, no one realizes that they have gone further and further away from the normal road.

Just like a nut, it may be smooth and solid on the outside, but the inside has been rotten, or something else has grown, no one can know unless it is cut open.

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Lin Muhai didn't wait until the end of the month, and bought a plane ticket that night with almost all his luggage and rushed to the place that he would even spend his whole life for.

He is about to bury himself in that ancient land, like a long-standing antique, without sunlight or fresh air, staying in the same place for the rest of his life, throwing away all hope for the past and the future.

When he left, Lin Jin heard movement in the living room, but she didn't look at it, she just lay wrapped in a quilt, listening to the small voices.Zhang Xi kept holding her waist, which made her feel a little bit more secure.

I don't know why I have this feeling. Lin Jin always feels that he will never come back after he leaves this time. Now that he is sad, he doesn't feel too much. It's just that the breath is stuck in his chest and he can't swallow it. I can't spit it out, I can't tell how aggrieved I am.

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Three months later, when Lin Jin was passing by a certain newsstand, he accidentally took a look. The headlines of the newspaper said that the flight to a certain scientific research base crashed, and the leader of the subject, Professor Lin, and his assistant were killed.

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It was gloomy and rainy that day, and the air was damp and sticky. Lin Jin was wearing a black mourning dress, holding Lin Muhai's portrait in his hand, and Zhang Xi followed behind her.

It was just the two of them at the funeral.

This time he really left, forever.

Lin Muhai seemed to have disappeared from everyone's memory. At the moment after his life ended, no one remembered him anymore, and everyone forgot this person by coincidence.

Everything he did seems to have never existed, and everything that could prove his identity has disappeared. There are no documents, no files, and no remains to prove his existence.

Only all the research papers he has written, all the data he has investigated are still stored somewhere in the institute, but the signature on them has been erased without a trace, as if it has become an anonymous legacy.

There were too many confusing things, but Lin Jin had no energy to think about it, and the tiredness in his bones emerged little by little, but she pressed it down hard again.

It is a fact that Lin Muhai is gone, but she will not be like him, she still has a life worth looking forward to, and someone worth loving.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is written like a chicken rib... I feel empty after writing it completely, but I still can't express it clearly...

I did not portray the character of Lin Jin as well as I imagined. The pain I want to write about her is that she seems hypocritical and cowardly at the beginning of the full text, but it takes shape little by little during the slow development of the plot. This kind of pain There are many sources of it, from a father who cannot be called a father, from various entanglements in the past and present, so there is no self-confidence in oneself, fear of love for Zhang Xi, the environment and experience have profoundly changed a Man, what I want to write is the process of her seeing the sun and walking out of the past. I don’t know if I can write it _(:_」∠)_I want to write more and more complicated emotions, but my ability is really limited. I don't have enough experience in one article, I hope I can write it as much as possible when it is finished.