Paranoid villains always go crazy [Quick Transmigration]

Four years later.

Another year of graduation season, the hot wind of midsummer is full of enthusiasm in the bright sunlight.

The proud students of the Capital University were wearing their academic gowns to take graduation photos, and Qiu Luo walked through the crowd with a black luggage bag.

He was wearing a pair of brown sunglasses, revealing a clean and refreshing curve of his jawline, a white casual shirt with the open front casually, a pair of sunken collarbones filled with sunlight, and his skin was tanned and shiny.

His legs were straight and slender, his pace was unhurried, with a decent rhythmic demeanor, and his height of close to [-] stood out from the crowd. He walked all the way, causing people around him to look back at him frequently.

In the past four years of college, Qiu Luo has been very low-key in school. He usually goes to the gym to exercise or spend time in the library.

In order to try to be financially independent and experience life, he put away all the cards Qiu Mingyu gave him, and spent his scholarship on clothes, shoes, and daily living expenses, and even occasionally worked as a tutor with his roommates to earn some pocket money.

Living in the poor life of Di Cong's family, his cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds, he is proficient in all household chores, and he has no pretensions of a wealthy young man. He has naturally integrated into the collective life of the dormitory in college.

"Qiu Luo, you're not staying in the capital to look for a job, are you going back to your hometown?" The roommate saw him from a distance and ran over to greet him.

Qiu Luo took off her sunglasses and smiled slightly: "Well, yes. My dad will pick me up later."

Because Qiu Mingyu often needs to go abroad, Qiu Luo stays alone when he comes home from vacation, so he runs to Di Cong's place when he has nothing to do. The father and son often practice boxing and ball together, and the time spent together is almost longer than Qiu Mingyu's real father. De Qiu Mingyu was very upset.

The two fathers in the family have different opinions on whether he should work or pursue further studies.

Qiu Mingyu hopes that Qiu Luo will go to his school for further study after graduating from university, and then directly enter the company and be trained by him, so as to inherit the family business. Di Cong objected, hoping that Qiu Luo can stay in China to grow freely and create a career exclusively for young people.

Thinking of the two choking each other with guns and sticks as soon as they met, Qiu Luo felt helpless.

The roommate patted him on the shoulder regretfully: "Your family must ask you to go back to your hometown? There are so many opportunities in the capital, and there is a lot of room for development here. It's a pity to return to your hometown after graduation. Help you persuade your father."

Qiu Luo choked for a moment and looked at him dumbfounded: "I want to go back myself. I want to go back to find an important person."

The roommate asked curiously: "Who is it? Returning home to find your childhood sweetheart?"

Qiu Luo pursed her lips and said with a smile, "That's right."

While the two were talking, a Maybach slowly drove across the road and stopped in front of them.

The car door opened, and a tall, heroic man stepped out of the car with long legs. He was wearing a black shirt and trousers, and his back was as straight as a javelin. When he stood there, a calm and majestic aura emerged spontaneously, which made people look at him. fear of life.

"Little Luo." Seeing Qiu Luo, Di Cong smiled a little on his cold face, and stretched out his hand to take his luggage naturally.

"Godfather, why are you here?" Qiu Luo was a little surprised, "Didn't you say you were waiting for me at home?"

The roommate looked each other up and down in surprise: "God, godfather?"

Di Cong said indifferently: "How can I not be present on such an important day? What's more, Qiu Mingyu is so busy. If you come late, who will pick you up?"

Before Qiu Luo could speak, a low and clear voice suddenly came from behind: "Who said I would be late?"

Several people turned their heads, two black cars parked aside, several bodyguards and secretaries got out of the car and stood by at the same time, Qiu Mingyu, dressed in a silver-gray haute couture suit, strode toward Qiu Luo.

Qiu Mingyu is handsome and looks very similar to Qiu Luo, one can tell they are father and son at a glance.

His shirt cuffs were rolled up to his elbows, his coat was hanging on his forearm, his tie was slightly loose, and a thin layer of sweat was forming on his forehead. He came all the way from the airport, dusty and dusty, and he was still breathing.

He slightly raised his eyebrows at Di Cong: "It's agreed that I will pick you up, so don't worry about it."

With that said, he was going to pick up Qiu Luo's luggage.

But Di Cong threw the bag into the car first, leaving Qiu Mingyu free, looked at him calmly and said, "Aren't you later than me? Xiao Luo takes my car, he likes to take the co-driver."

Qiu Mingyu was very displeased. In order to celebrate his son's graduation, he specially postponed an important meeting today, and rushed back to China overnight. Unexpectedly, this guy Di Cong got ahead of him.

He grabbed Qiu Luo, touched his son's head intimately, and slowed down his tone: "Xiao Luo, I haven't seen Dad for a long time, you miss me. Let's go, Dad booked a famous special restaurant, let's go together Have a meal to celebrate your graduation. Dad also brought you a lot of presents."

Di Cong pursed his lips and didn't speak, just looked at Qiu Luo silently, and Qiu Mingyu also looked at him, the two of them sandwiched Qiu Luo between one left and one right, as if competing with each other.

The corner of Qiu Luo's mouth twitched, and it came again and again. The two fathers seemed to be born at odds. Fortunately, they didn't see each other often, otherwise they would be mocking each other every day.

He coughed lightly, put one arm on his father, and showed Master Duan Shui's smile: "I won't take the co-driver today, I'll accompany you to sit in the back seat and chat, okay? We haven't seen each other for a long time."

Qiu Mingyu and Di Cong looked at each other silently and then immediately looked away, reluctantly accepting the proposal.

After only two steps, Qiu Luo suddenly turned her head and waved to her roommate: "I'm going home, goodbye!"

The secretary silently opened the back seat door, and Qiu Luo took the two fathers' arms and got into one of them, talking and laughing, leaving behind the roommate who was messed up in the wind, watching the three cars go away in a daze.

"...Is this going back to my hometown? There are mines in my hometown?"

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Returning to the city where he had been away for a long time, Qiu Luo breathed the familiar air here, and looked at the familiar plants and trees by the roadside through the car window.

In four years, the city has not changed much. The crowds on the streets are still bustling, the neon lights light up the night, and the whole city is shrouded in lively and peaceful fireworks.

Di Cong buried his son together with all the previous relics. Although the house where the three of them used to live was no longer occupied, it was still preserved. The boxing gym had long since lost its customers, so it was transferred to a nearby neighbor.

The Di Cong family wanted to return to China for development. After finishing his family affairs, he came back here to reopen a professional boxing gym in the downtown area, bid farewell to the past, and started a new life.

Qiu Luo discussed with his father that after graduation, he would start from the domestic branch first, and then consider joining the group headquarters after getting familiar with the affairs.

After returning, Qiu Luo took the time to go back to her alma mater for a walk. The classroom was still a familiar classroom. The water splashing incident that made everyone know about it had long been forgotten in the rumors.

The dilapidated house in the old building is still the same, the window sills are full of dust, even thieves don't bother to visit, the surrounding courtyard walls have been marked with demolition marks, and no one lives nearby. There were ruins, and new high-rise buildings were built again.

Qiu Luo picked up the memory and wandered to the former boxing gym.

Every summer vacation, he would walk around the neighborhood and take a look at it from a distance. Now it has been transformed into an educational counseling and training institution, and children and parents with schoolbags come in and out from time to time.

Only this year, he came here with Di Cong.

Every year at this time, Di Cong would visit his son's cemetery, and this time Qiu Luo went with him.

Di Cong rested his elbows on the car window, and looked back with some emotion: "This place is much more popular than before. Why do you keep coming here? If you want to practice boxing, you can go to my place."

Qiu Luo shook her head: "I want to see if Lin Jinran has come back."

Di Cong raised his eyebrows: "Your classmate who left the country without saying goodbye? I haven't contacted you for so many years, I'm afraid I've forgotten it."

Qiu Luo immediately retorted: "No, he said he would come back to me!"

Di Cong asked back, "Where is that person?"

Qiu Luo was at a loss for words: "...Maybe he has come back, but I don't know my current identity, so I want to come here to try my luck."

What did Di Cong want to say, suddenly, someone knocked on the window on the other side: "Is it Lao Qiu?"

The two were taken aback for a moment, but saw an old man with half-white hair standing outside the car door with a happy expression on his face: "It really is you, I haven't seen you for several years."

"Mr. Chen?" Di Cong got out of the car and greeted the old man, "Is this teaching and auxiliary institution run by your family? The business is good."

Mr. Chen nodded with a smile: "After you transferred it to me, the coffin shop opened two years ago may have a problem with feng shui, but now it has been changed to a training class, and it has really improved. Oh, yes, I heard about your son. , At first I was worried that you would not think about it, but now that you look good, old man, I am relieved."

Old Chen didn't know Qiu Luo, so he looked at him suspiciously: "This child...are you married again?"

Di Cong paused, and said, "No, I'm a son."

Mr. Chen made a sound and didn't ask any further questions. After a long while, he suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory, I haven't met you in the past few years. I thought I would never see you again. There is something I want to say now. I'm afraid it's too late."

Di Cong asked, "What's the matter?"

Mr. Chen pointed to the location of the mailbox that had been dismantled at the door: "A few years ago, I would receive a letter here. I didn't know it at first, and I heard it from the girl at home. When I knew it, I had already saved ten. There are a few letters, letters come every few months, and I can't understand the address on it, but the recipient is your deceased son."

"I thought I would give you all these letters if I ran into you anytime, but I haven't seen them for so many years..."

Di Cong looked at Qiu Luo in surprise.

Qiu Luo's face had changed, and before Di Cong could speak, he had already got out of the car and anxiously grabbed Old Chen's arm: "What about the letter? Is it still there?"

Old Chen was stunned: "It was originally there..."

Qiu Luo's heart sank: "Originally? Then now?"

Mr. Chen sighed: "Not long ago, last month, a man came here to look for Lao Qiu's son, driving a luxury car, wearing suits and leather shoes, and there were several people behind him. The way it came from, almost blocked the road at my door, and scared away several of the children who came to train."

Qiu Luo was surprised and delighted, it was Lin Jinran!It must be him!

The old man kept his age upside down and talked nonsense, but he didn't get to the point for a long time. He was a little anxious: "What about others?"

Mr. Chen thought for a while and said: "Let's go. I took all the letters away. Alas, I don't know who that child is. He knew about the child's death. He didn't believe it. He almost smashed my shop on the spot! My family was so scared. The girl almost called the police! Would I lie to him? The coffin that the child was buried in was from my shop."

Qiu Luo was stunned for a moment, this is a big misunderstanding!Lin Jinran actually came back last month and thought he was dead by mistake!

"Then where is he now?" He was in a mess, happy for Lin Jinran's return for a while, and worried for him for a while.

He couldn't imagine how Lin Jinran would feel when he came back to find him full of expectations, only to find out that he had passed away.

Just listening to old man Chen's description of Lin Jinran's state in a few words made him feel anxious.

Mr. Chen shook his head: "How do I know this? But I told him about the cemetery where the child was buried. The man listened and didn't say anything. He sat here for a long time as if he had lost his soul. He kept looking in the direction of the door, it was useless to call anyone, his eyes looked like he was about to kill someone, no one dared to get close to him."

"I think that man is obviously a good-looking person, but his mental state is not like a normal person. I dare not persuade him, so I let him go. He sat in the store for a whole night, and later, a doctor-like man came , After talking for a long time, I gave him an injection, and helped him away when he passed out."

Qiu Luo's heart seemed to be caught by something, and he shrank suddenly. After a long silence, he found his voice hoarse when he spoke again: "Do you know where he went?"

Mr. Chen shook his head: "Then I don't know. Hey, but, if I remember correctly, the death date of Lao Qiu's son seems to be coming soon?"

Di Cong's indifferent expression showed a trace of hidden sorrow, and nodded: "We were planning to visit the grave."

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On the way to the cemetery, neither Di Cong nor Qiu Luo spoke, and Di Cong glanced at Qiu Luo from time to time.

The latter rested his head on the backrest, and glanced anxiously out of the window. The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the plane trees beside the road and fell into his eyes from time to time.

"Don't worry, as long as he is still in this city, godfather will help you find him."

Only then did Qiu Luo's eyes gradually brighten up: "Thank you godfather."

It was dusk when the car drove into the cemetery.

It had just rained, and there were few people in the cemetery, and the air smelled of moist soil.

The two passed rows of tombstones, and finally stopped in front of Di Luo's tomb. This tomb was three meters away from the other tombstones. It seemed that someone had just cleaned it not long ago. There were no fallen leaves or weeds around, and there was no trace on the tombstone. dust.

There is also a bouquet of flowers and an iron box in front of the stele. The iron box is full of letter papers, and there are traces of being burned. It seems that due to the rain, the small fire was extinguished, so it was not completely burned.

Qiu Luo's eyebrows twitched, she squatted down quickly, and unfolded the remaining letter papers from the iron box one by one, the contents on them were burned intermittently.

"...I have a very good life here. I have classes at school during the day, and after school, I have to study and handle affairs with my grandfather..."

"...I have restrained myself for a long time, but I still can't help it. I want to secretly call you without telling Grandpa... I don't know if the letter can be delivered..."

"...It's very lonely here, without friends, without you... But I think that as long as I work harder, I can go back to see you sooner, I think I can persist..."

"In the past, I was too ignorant. Only when I really started a family did I understand grandpa's hard work and the intricacies of the situation... I hope you have a good life, I don't want to see you working hard..."

"I've sent you twenty letters, and I'll be able to go back to you after I send another ten letters!"

Qiu Luo silently read the blurred handwriting on the letter, feeling sore in her heart, and inadvertently touched the edge of the iron box with her fingers—it was still hot!

He was startled, stood up abruptly, and said with great joy: "This was burned just now! The person hasn't gone far!"

Di Cong comforted him softly: "Don't worry, there is only one road here, maybe we can catch up."

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The setting sun is getting lower and lower.

A black car was speeding down the road. The man was leaning against the side of the back seat, with no expression on his face, a pair of dark eyes with deep eye sockets under his bangs, staring out of the dim window, but his eyes did not know where they fell.

The dim yellow light thrown by the side of the road repeatedly hit the side of his face, giving him a sense of flickering thinness.

"Mr. Lin, the flight for tomorrow morning has been confirmed." The assistant on the co-pilot seat turned around, observed his expression carefully, and reminded softly.

What happened last month is still vivid in my mind. The assistant has followed Lin Jinran for two years. Seeing that he is indifferent to everyone on weekdays, it is not too embarrassing for his subordinates in private.

Lin Jinran had just returned to China that day, and he was in a particularly good mood during the day. When he got off the plane, he seemed to be soaked in the warm summer wind, and even his indifferent eyebrows and eyes softened three points.

But no one expected that after entering that training class, all the good expectations were instantly shattered, Lin Jinran seemed to be a different person, and the assistant would never forget the look in his eyes at that time, which was so red that he just wanted to choose someone to eat beast.

Everyone was terrified, and the assistant couldn't describe Lin Jinran at that time.

Perhaps when a person encounters bad news, his heart is at a loss. His brain, nerves, heart and memory all refuse to accept the news.

So I didn't feel any pain or sadness, and I didn't feel anything, as if I was stepping on an ice field covered with white snow, and my eyes were all white.

Lin Jinran obviously had no expression on his face, no hysterical tears or crying, just stared in the direction of the door in a daze without saying a word, but the almost crazy stubbornness around him almost turned into substance, making people breathless.

His face was extremely calm, as if he was waiting for someone, and he was sure that person would come in through the door and appear in front of his eyes.

For a long time, Lin Jinran locked herself in the bedroom and refused to go out, but repeatedly asked the assistant and subordinates to look for the boy named Qiu Luo.

But no matter how many times I searched, the only news I brought was that he died of illness four years ago.

It wasn't until Lin Jinran walked into the cemetery that he exhausted all his strength to find the courage to look at the words and portraits on the tombstone, and finally realized that a certain person was completely absent and left him forever.

As a result, a piece of flesh and blood fell from somewhere in my heart, and I almost forgot how to breathe in that moment of cramping.

Lin Jinran gently rubbed a silver whistle in his hand, looking at the barrenness outside the window, he didn't know how he survived this time, he didn't even know how to survive the long years in the future.

"Sir, sir... there seems to be a car following us."

The assistant called him several times before Lin Jinran came back to his senses and frowned slightly: "Leave it alone."

Some vague shouts floated in the wind, but Lin Jinran didn't hear clearly, and he didn't want to hear clearly. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in his own world. Only there could he see the shadow of that person.

Gradually, he seemed to hear a familiar whistle coming from a distance along the empty road.

Lin Jinran suddenly woke up from his own world, he looked around in a daze, could it be his hallucination?

"Lin-jin-ran-"

It was as if a voice was calling to him.

Lin Jinran opened the window of the car and looked back. A car was following closely behind. A young man was leaning forward, waving wildly at him, with a leaf in his mouth, blowing intermittently.

The youth's voice was sent in the wind: "I—————Autumn—— Luo——"

Lin Jinran was shocked, his eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the car behind him: "Stop!"

The car stopped abruptly on the side of the road, and he barely waited for the car to stop, so he opened the door and stumbled down.

The car behind also stopped, and ran down a young man in a white shirt. The gust of wind rushed towards him, his chest heaved violently, his breathing was heavy, and he couldn't hear anything in his ears, only his heart fluttered. The sound of beating drums.

In the distance beside him, the grand sunset was about to sink into the horizon, casting a layer of golden-red light on the profiles of the two of them, and the long shadows dragged on the ground, approaching little by little.

Lin Jinran stared fixedly at the other party, trembling uncontrollably from eyes to breathing, that was obviously not Qiu Luo's face in memory, but the restless heart in his chest almost jumped out of his chest, eager to find its identity destination.

Qiu Luo's Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed hard, his voice hoarse as if he was on fire: "Lin Jinran, are you still talking?"

His lips trembled: "Is it still true for you to say that I am your courage?"

Lin Jinran slowly walked in front of him, the last rays of the setting sun illuminated his dark eyes, and there was a gleam in his eyes, which was the attraction that penetrated all time, the unrelenting love, and the tenderness that would last forever.

With a trembling little finger, he held Qiuluo's cheek carefully and solemnly, like holding up a lost and recovered treasure, his vision was blurred like a blind man, he couldn't see anything except the young man in front of him.

is it you?

Are there gods in this world?

If there is, he is willing to do everything and humbly beg—let me take another look at you.

"Qiu Luo... are you there?" He asked tremblingly, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of waking up from some beautiful dream.

The light of the setting sun illuminated the silhouettes of the two.

Qiu Luo firmly held his hand, smiling against the sunset glow: "I am here, I have always been here."

The author has something to say: there are two more chapters in the future