after double rebirth

When life is a mechanical repetition every day, time will pass faster.

When he received a call from Duan Zechuan, Tan Yi remembered that it was almost his birthday again.

"Well, 35 years old is a whole birthday anyway, isn't it a big deal?" Duan Zechuan asked him.

"No." Tan Yi has no interest. To be precise, nothing seems to interest him these years. His life is like a stagnant pool of stagnant water, with no source and no destination. He goes to work day after day. Off work, rest, like a machine that keeps running.

"Hey, you don't usually go to parties. Many people are looking for opportunities to hand you a business card but can't find it. Give them a way. It's not a bad thing to know more people." Duan Zechuan can be said to be the only one around Tan Yi who knows For all the insiders, Tan Yi has gradually lost contact with his old circle over the past few years, and only he can still say a word from time to time.Zhengchen is getting more and more powerful, more and more people are trying to get in touch with Chat Yi, and many of them want him to hook up, which makes him very annoying.

"No need."

"You are really..." Duan Zechuan sighed when he heard the other party's short and cold refusal, "It's not just a business person, the main thing is to ask you to come out and relax, I really think you are too tense, Sooner or later, something will go wrong. I happen to have a few friends, I'll make a game, how about everyone going out for a meal?"

Duan Zechuan remembered Xu Qingwan's entrustment, gritted his teeth, and said euphemistically: "They are all single, let's make friends."

This time Tan Yi hung up the phone directly.

Duan Zechuan shrugged helplessly, the fact that Xu Qingwan asked him to beg him was really a hot potato, he had already guessed the result before the call was made.

His three-year-old daughter sat on the carpet, holding a small train in her hand, and looked at him curiously: "Dad, who are you talking to?"

Duan Zechuan bent down and picked up the little girl: "Father is talking to you about Uncle Tanyi, the one who bought you a pumpkin cart."

"Oh! Uncle Tanyi!" The little girl was very happy, "When will he come to play with me? I miss him so much!"

Duan Zechuan looked at his daughter's innocent smile, but felt a little sad. Of course the little girl liked him. Every time Tan Yi came home, he would spend a lot of time playing with her and buying many gifts.But Duan Zechuan saw such a scene more than once - Tan Yi looked at his daughter, but his eyes were not focused, as if he saw something else through her small body.

If Tan Yi and Ji Huai's child can be born smoothly, it will be about two or three years old now.

For three years, Duan Zechuan watched Tan Yi close himself up step by step. He didn't get in touch with people outside of work, and he never found a suitable omega. He focused all his energy on work, as if work was his. A life-saving straw is the only thing that can prove the value of his existence.

Driven by his all-out efforts, Zhengchen has rapidly developed and expanded, spawning more products and by-product chains, and gradually showing a monopoly situation.In addition, the sky has also developed and grown with the support of large-scale funds, and has become one of the top charitable foundations in China.

This is a real double gain of fame and fortune. Whether it is fame or money, Tan Yi is at the top of the pyramid, but Duan Zechuan can feel that he does not get pleasure or satisfaction from it. Doing these things is just what he should do.

Duan Zechuan sighed and went to build blocks with his daughter.

Tan Yi hung up Duan Zechuan's call, and opened the calendar on the phone to look through it.Although he didn't remember his birthday clearly, today is Ji Huai's death day, and he marked it early.

three years.Tan Yi turned his gaze to the photo frame on the desk.There is no photo of Ji Huai in his mobile phone, but he got it from Ji Nuannuan, cut off her part, leaving a smiling Ji Huai.When the photo was taken, Ji Huai was preparing for a transplant operation. Although he had a sick look on his face that couldn't be concealed, he was in good spirits.

He put this photo in the office as if masochistic, repeatedly reminding himself of the mistakes he made, and deepening his regret and nostalgia for Ji Huai over and over again. Only this kind of pain can make him feel that he is still alive, and Not really reduced to a working machine.

He left very early that day, left the company at three o'clock, and drove to the cemetery. He bought a bouquet of flowers in a roadside flower shop. Most of the management offices were yellow and white chrysanthemums, but what he took was a bouquet of red flowers. The bright and delicate roses are just like the bunch Ji Huai gave him many years ago.

Bending down to place the flowers in front of Ji Huai's tomb, the roses were in full bloom, adding a bit of vitality to the mourning cemetery.Tan Yi looked at Ji Huai's vivid eyebrows and eyes in the photo, and it took a long time before he said, "I'm here to see you."

"sorry."

He said sorry to Ji Huai many, many times, but unfortunately he couldn't hear it anymore.

Many people told him that time will heal everything, but in fact not all wounds can be healed by time.It is not so much being repaired as being forced to get used to.

Ji Huai's death is an irreversible fact, so no matter how much regret Tan Yi has, he can only swallow it silently. Maybe the rest of his life is tormented by such regret, which can be regarded as punishment for his mistakes.

Tan Yi said to Ji Huai's tombstone: "I plan to adopt a child in your orphanage in a few days. I will be a little older. I can't raise a child who is too young."

He paused, and said bitterly: "There is a child in the family, and he is more popular."

He couldn't stand the empty room after returning home every day. The 400-square-meter mansion is like a luxurious cage, imprisoning him, staring at him, making him toss and turn in the middle of the night countless times.

Tan Yi had too many things to say, but even in front of Ji Huai's tomb, he didn't know how to confide in him. He stood silently in the cemetery for a long time, neither speaking nor moving, just standing there quietly.

He didn't recover until it was completely dark.

"I'm leaving first, and I'll see you another day." Tan Yi said, turned and left.

The cemetery is on the outskirts of the city, and there are no people on the road at this point. Only Tan Yi's black Bentley is speeding on the wide six-lane road.The straight road ahead extends to the end of the line of sight, intersects with the hazy yellow street lights on both sides of the road to a point, and disappears into the sky.

Tan Yi lowered the car window, and the late summer wind poured into the car, still carrying a bit of heat, but it was still refreshing when it came and swept away.Tan Yi's right foot stepped on the gas pedal with a little more strength, and the sound of the wind became more and more bitter, blowing like substance, and fell on Tan Yi's cheek.The pass of the company building that was thrown in front of the car window was blown back and forth by the wind, as if it would be gone by the wind in the next second.

The scenery on both sides retreated rapidly, the shadows of trees on the sidewalk under the night sky formed a black sea of ​​clouds, and the light poles of the street lamps densely and evenly disappeared backwards into Tan Yi's field of vision.

Tan Yi stepped up the gas pedal again.

The speed of the light pole backing up has almost become a ghost image. Even with the deceleration glass, one can clearly feel that Tan Yi's speed has reached a terrifying figure at this time.If Tan Yi lowered his eyes at this time, he would find that the pointer on the dashboard pointed to [-], far exceeding the speed limit of [-].

But Tan Yi didn't stop. He felt that under the extreme speed, his whole soul was a little floating, his heart was beating violently and quickly, adrenaline was secreted rapidly, and the suppressed and enduring pain was squeezed to the tip of his tongue , he suddenly wanted to yell out loudly, so as to pour out the burden that was pressing him out of breath.

The wind was strong, and the Bentley flew past like an arrow from the string. At first glance, it looked like a ghost on the night road with extremely poor lighting conditions.

And at this moment, an overloaded truck full of construction materials turned from a side road onto the main road.

The crimson truck looked like a giant black beast in the night. The back bucket of the truck was filled with masonry materials, and even a hilltop was piled up on top. The tarpaulin tied with hemp rope was covered on it, but it could not stop some broken pieces. Stones fell out of the gaps in the truck body.

The driver had been driving for more than ten hours, and he was yawning sleepily. The overly long body of the car prevented him from turning onto the main road as flexibly as an ordinary car, and he needed to drive directly into the middle lane.

The truck driver was so used to running amok that he didn't even bother to look at the rearview mirror. He just put his arms around the steering wheel and steered the big truck on the road.

At this moment, a huge sound of steel impact suddenly exploded in his ear, the violent impact knocked this big guy with a load of more than fifteen tons, and rushed forward for a long way, the glass shattered The sound of cracking and scraping steel came to my ears, waking up the driver's drowsiness by ten percent.

He frantically stepped on the brakes and lowered the window, trying to observe the accident.As soon as he stretched his head out, the driver's face turned pale. He retracted his head, tremblingly touched the mobile phone from the co-pilot, and dialed several times before successfully dialing 122. He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly.

The car outside was already in pieces, and a steel frame shell could barely be seen. The tempered glass and headlights were all broken, the entire front cover was twisted and lifted, and the mechanical parts inside were scattered.

It is the scene of a car accident where there is no chance of anyone surviving.

The traffic police soon came to the scene to investigate. Even the experienced traffic police couldn't help but feel palpitations when they saw such a tragic car accident. Ambulances and police cars arrived roaringly, and began to rescue under the command of professionals.

The driver of the truck got out of the car and saw the car's logo and was even more frightened. He trembled and grabbed the traffic policeman's arm: "Comrade policeman, I'm driving normally."

The traffic police blocked his hand: "We will investigate the road monitoring."

The driver was still trying to explain: "It's really not my responsibility. He must have been speeding. It's impossible to crash like this without speeding..."

"Vehicles on the road should take the initiative to give way to straight vehicles. Do you understand traffic regulations? We will assign responsibility. Wait for the results of the investigation." The traffic police reprimanded him severely.

"That road is so wide!" The driver was in a hurry, "Comrade policeman, he didn't brake or steer, he hit it by himself, he wanted to die!"