loneliness meets loneliness

At that moment just now, she suddenly felt that the him who slept in the same bed with her for so many years, the him who attended their respective business parties with her, and the him who married her were not him.

She suddenly felt that the real Qin Shengrui was always by Jingmei's side, always by her side.

And I feel that it is not Qin Shengrui who has been by my side for so many years, but a substitute, a dummy, a dummy imagined by myself.

Even the children are fake.

She didn't get a little bit about Qin Shengrui, nothing at all, all these years, it was all her own dream.

Standing on the stairs, she heard Qin Shengrui's "good night" in her ears, as if it came from another world in the distance, she felt as if her ears were ringing.

Everything is an illusion, everything is a false dream.

She had the illusion that she had returned to her youth. At that time, she didn't know Qin Shengrui. At that time, she was still a young lady who could get a happy life just by holding her head up.

No Qin Shengrui, no Mu Jingxiao, no Qin Yifeng, no Mu Quyan... nothing.

All the scenes in front of her eyes seemed to become blurred, everything blurred like a world with 800 degrees of myopia, Qin Shengrui who was standing on the stairs in front of her, waiting for her to come down, and went to the bedroom with her, all became blurred.

Gradually, the fuzzy things can't be seen clearly, little by little, little by little, until...disappeared.

There are no stairs, no study, no chandelier, and no Qin Shengrui.

only myself.

I am still the young self, a proud young lady, my father is still a powerful high-ranking official, and I am still living a happy life.

I just had a dream, a nightmare that makes people feel a little bit choked up.

Just open your eyes, wake up, and it's over.

She lowered her head and saw that the stairs under her feet had changed and turned into a door. When the door opened, there was a glamorous world inside, which was as beautiful as the happy life she had lived at the beginning.

As long as you step out gently, you can end the nightmare and end everything.

Let's end it.

Let's end it.

Let's end it.

Without Qin Shengrui.

Never have.

Qin Shengrui never belonged to him.

……

In the silent night, in the quiet Qin family, in the magnificent mansion.

With a "plop", there was a violent noise from the stairs, which startled the birds outside the window into flight.

Qin Shengrui's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of unease, which made him flustered and sad.

After so many years, this kind of anxiety appeared for the second time. The first time this kind of anxiety appeared was when Jingmei died.

This time...

He turned his head slowly, his eyes even a little afraid to look over.

At the magnificent staircase, a person was lying on the side of the staircase. The stairs above were covered with bloodstains, as if they had rolled down all the way, with a golden carpet. Looking from a distance, it looked like a brilliant golden road. road.

And where this gorgeous golden road leads to and what it holds, only those who have experienced it know.

His eyes widened and he held his breath.

When he came to the side of the stairs in a hurry, he hugged the person who fell down the stairs with trembling hands, the gorgeous dress was stained with fresh blood, brilliant colors and strong blood mixed together, just like her vigorous life, just like the one she was proud of at first.

Proud, haughty, gorgeous...

Qingyi, that Qingyun who has always stood among the upper class crowd, is now... destroyed by herself and almost distorted.

There was still a weak breath under her nose, weak like a flame that was about to be extinguished at any time.

Her face was covered with blood, her hair was messed up, and she could no longer see her original beauty.

She was like a rag, a rag that would be burned at any moment without a single ashes left.

He stretched out his trembling hand and gently wiped the blood on her face, his voice trembled unsteadily: "Don't be afraid, I'll go to the doctor."

This tone turned out to be a sign that hadn't appeared in the marriage for many years.

This tone that hadn't appeared for a long time, she had waited for so many years, finally appeared for her.

At this moment, she felt very happy, and her heart overflowed with satisfaction.

The corners of her lips rose slowly, and her trembling knuckles slowly grabbed Qin Shengrui who was about to leave to find a doctor. She worked hard to widen her mouth, as if she had spent all her breath.

Her breathing became laborious, like an old man with a dying face.

Her voice was up and down: "You...you...you...to...why...you...married...to me..."

Blood trickled slowly from her nose and flowed into her mouth, as if trying to stop her weak mouth.

Her life has been extinguished, but she refuses to extinguish it like this, she is waiting for an answer.

One waited all his life without waiting for an answer.

An answer she had been longing for, longing for.

Qin Shengrui's hand held hers, and her warmth gradually dissipated, like an extinguished flame, gradually disappearing, and he was left alone.

His voice was trembling, with a sad tone that had never been seen before.

For some reason, he felt so scared.

Scares and dreads like never before.

The fear that did not appear when Jing Xiao died back then.

He was suddenly terrified, ignorant of the dead world, terrified like a child sleeping alone for the first time.

My heart was trembling with fear, I wanted to cry but couldn't cry, I could only tremble and hesitate.

His throat trembled, his voice choked, and he said, "Because... because of love..."

Finally, her eyes were full of satisfaction, and her heart was like a big rock that had settled down, and finally let it go.

She finally closed her eyes in satisfaction, a lifetime is enough.

With a satisfied smile, she lay there, never opened her eyes again, never moved again.

Blood slowly flowed down from the top of her head, onto her face, neck, and down, forming a fixed posture.

Her face will never age again, it will stay forever.

……

Until the moment Qingyun died, Qin Shengrui didn't understand who he really loved.

Mu Jing smiled, Li Qinghui.

These two women were the pain in Qin Shengrui's heart that could not be relieved for the rest of his life.

He ruined the lives of two women.

The reason turned out to be ridiculous love.

He ruined the lives of two women with love.

Love can be repaired, it can be helped, it is tough and warm, it is destroyed, but it is also so powerful.

But now, in the huge mansion, he was the only one left.

He is sitting on tens of millions of wealth, but his heart is empty.

He is a poor man with only money.

The two women who loved him deeply have left.

He went back to the age of being alone.

That era of living in a dilapidated house, being scolded by the leaders, and living a difficult and low life.

A choice made back then doomed him to never get love in his life.

……

It's just dawn today.

Mu Zhai already has guests.

Han Nuo sat on the sofa downstairs early in the morning, drinking tea leisurely.

Mu Quyan yawned and came down the stairs.

He then took out a loaf of bread from the refrigerator and stuffed it into the corner of his mouth, and asked casually, "It's so early, what's the matter?"

Mu Quyan snatched the teapot from Han Nuo's hand and looked at his own cup to pour tea.

"By the way, why didn't Jingyan come with you?"

For so long, he hasn't seen Han Nuo go out or act alone, with Jingyan by his side. Mu Quyan once made fun of Jingyan as Han Nuo's old mother, and Han Nuo as an unweaned baby.

"I'm fine, but the Qin family has something to do." Han Nuo said leisurely with his slender legs crossed.

Mu Quyan's hand holding the teapot paused for a moment, he was startled, and asked, "The Qin family? What's wrong?".

Because he hasn't done anything to the Qin family recently.

"Didn't you watch the news this morning?" Han Nuo looked relaxed and relaxed. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, tapped it a few times quickly, and handed it to Mu Quyan.

Mu Quyan took it puzzled, and the black title came into view.

"Li Qinghui, wife of business tycoon Qin Shengrui, fell down the stairs and died"

Below is a line of small characters like ants.

Mu Quyan no longer had the intention to read on.

His hand holding the teapot paused again, a moment of astonishment flashed across his face, he slowly put down the teapot, returned to normal after a few seconds, and threw the phone to Han Nuo.

He lowered his eyes and continued to pour tea, showing no emotion.

Han Nuo put away his phone and said, "I went to see Qin Shengrui last night."

Mu Quyan poured the tea slowly, with an indifferent expression, but his ears were actually listening carefully.

Han Nuo continued as if talking to himself: "I was talking to Qin Shengrui, but Madam Qin accidentally overheard me."

"Oh, that's the shameful things about their Qin family." Han Nuo clicked his tongue "tsk tsk" and said, "I just wanted to let him let Yinniao go, but unexpectedly, it hurt Mrs. Qin. "

"I really regret it."

He sighed loudly while putting his hands behind his head, without a hint of remorse on his face.

As he spoke, he quietly looked away, observing Mu Quyan's reaction indifferently with his eyes, and a faint smile slid across the corner of his mouth.

Mu Quyan didn't respond at all, he poured the tea, drank it slowly, with an indifferent expression, as if he didn't know the person just mentioned.

"Hey." Han Nuo yelled at him, "The person you hate died, why are you not happy at all?"

Mu Quyan's hand paused, and it returned to normal after a few seconds. He didn't make any excuses, and remained silent.

The air was so still.

After a while, Han Nuo spoke.

He lowered his eyes, slowed down his tone, and said flatly: "Mu Quyan, do you still remember the oath you made when you printed the Silver Bird logo?"

"Remember, what's the matter, you forgot, do you want me to tell you?" Mu Quyan cast a glance at him and said.

Han Nuo lowered his eyes, and still said calmly: "Print the logo of the silver bird, and you will be the person of the silver bird in this life. Unless you sacrifice your life for the silver bird, or betray the silver bird, don't even think about leaving."

He shifted his gaze, stared at Mu Quyan meaningfully, and said slowly: "You know how to deal with the people who betrayed Yinniao. Last time, Liu ×× was dealt with by you yourself. remember?"

Han Nuo stood up, his tone became low, slowly carrying a charming aura.

Mu Quyan's hand slowly grasped the sofa release, his brows gradually furrowed.

Liu ×× was in charge of handing over arms to Heidmond, Germany. It was accidentally discovered that he secretly sold some of the arms to another dark organization. Yinniao decided to punish him as a traitor, which was ordered by Mu Quyan himself.

Now, he, who has been castrated and has a broken foot, should be having sex at the Phoenix Nightclub in England.

Mu Quyan was stunned for a while with no expression on his face, and when he came back from his thoughts, he took a sip of tea indifferently, and asked deliberately, "Remember, what are you talking about?"

Han Nuo looked at him for a while, then looked away, and pursed his lips lightly, "It's nothing, just talking casually."

After Han Nuo finished his last sip of tea, he stood up, lifted his coat, turned and shook his head, "I'm leaving. By the way, Mrs. Qin's funeral will be held tomorrow afternoon in the Dragon Bone Tomb."

Mu Quyan put down his cup and looked at Han Nuo's back.

The eyes mean a lot.

He understood what Han Nuo wanted to remind him.