drowning tide

The summer in San Francisco is far cooler and more pleasant than that of Rongcheng thousands of miles away. The sun hangs on the branches of fir trees at one o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun is so warm that it seems to be melting.

Nie Xicheng left his confidant at the foot of the mountain and went up the mountain alone.

Pine trees and holly are planted on both sides of the stone-paved mountain road. Through the shadows of the whirling trees, you can see the continuous green grass, gray-white stone monuments, and blurred figures in twos and threes.

This is a cemetery in the suburbs, where many famous people are buried. In order to commemorate them, from time to time someone will drive here to present a bouquet of flowers, just like Nie Xicheng at this moment, he walks through the lush woods with ease, In the depths of the back mountain, I found the stele that I personally set up back then.

There is no complicated information on the dark stone tablet, only two names: Yi Huai, the owner of the tomb, and Nie Xicheng, who erected the monument.

Nie Xicheng put down the bouquet in his arms—the same as before, white roses tied with plain white ribbons—then squatted in front of the tombstone, took out a handkerchief and patiently wiped the dust off it.

Only he knew that what was buried here was not the ashes of that person or other belongings.

Empty, nothing, nothing has been buried here, not even qualified to be called a tomb.At the beginning, he left Rongcheng in too much haste, and he didn't even have time to return to that home to find an old thing that belonged to Yi Huai. The only photo of the two of them together was given to him by Uncle Chen, and he kept it close to him, so he couldn't bear to keep it. In this sunless square inch space.It is a pity that this photo was lost in an escape after he turned into Yin Yuan. He tried to find it, but the answer he got was that it was probably buried in the sea of ​​fire.He lost the last contact with Yi Huai so easily, will he completely forget the existence of this person one day in the future?No, he told himself in his heart, as long as this place still exists, there will never be such a day.

The boy in his heart and the lust that has nowhere to vent are buried here, reminding him of the mistakes he made in the past due to impulsiveness and haste.Tortured by pain and guilt countless times to the verge of collapse, he would drive alone to this place, sometimes sitting there all night, before leaving quietly until the sun rose.

——You saved me, but I can't do anything for you.

After thoroughly cleaning the tombstone, the dirty handkerchief was no longer visible. He stood up and patted his dusty hands.

Putting aside the hesitation and wandering in the past, he made up his mind.Since Yi Huai is still living in this world, he will not come here again.

Just like there will no longer be Yin Yuan in this world, some secrets are destined to be buried in the dark depths.

On the way down the mountain, he raised his head and took a look. A large thick cloud floated from the southwest direction, covering the blue sky, vaguely looking like it was about to change.

The black BMW was parked by the side of the road at exactly the same location as when he left. The confidant guarding the door saw him coming back and respectfully opened the door for him. gone."

They are all close friends who have been with him for the longest time, they know what he is about to do, and naturally they also know that the plan there has changed again.

"Still going as planned."

Nie Xicheng nodded, but what he said next was beyond everyone's expectations, "If you have time, take a few people to demolish the tomb on the mountain."

The two confidantes in the front row looked at each other, and they both saw surprise and shock in each other's eyes.

"Have you been stimulated by something?" A more courageous person asked him, "You suddenly asked us to do this... such a thing, what if you regret it in the future?"

To be honest, it was also their first time to visit this place, and they didn't know what the person buried above looked like, whether it was a man or a woman, but it could be seen from the flowers sent that this person should be very important to Mr. Nie.White roses symbolize the purest form of love, like... first love.They hadn't been sentimental for a few minutes, but Mr. Nie turned around and asked them to go up and tear down the tomb. It doesn't mean he can't do this. After all, widows also have the right to have a new love, but generally, widows decide to start a new life. Planed.There are only two possibilities, either he was betrayed, or... crazy.

Nie Xicheng sneered, as if mocking where they were going, even Hollywood screenwriters did not have as many plays as them.He turned his head to the side, and the man in the reflection had a high nose bridge and sharp browbones, and his expression was undoubtedly very gentle. He was a little surprised that he could still have such an expression, "He is still alive, I don't want to bring him misfortune .”

It turns out that it is really not auspicious to erect a monument to a living person, and it is easy to cause misunderstandings by doing bad things with good intentions.The two confidantes breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried about it, calculated the approximate date in their hearts, and decided to dismantle the tomb for him as soon as possible.

"What about after dismantling it? You haven't put it down yet, have you?"

"Well, no."

Nie Xicheng closed his eyes, and the moment he decided to kiss Yi Huai in the hospital, he made up his mind, no matter whether he could get what he wanted in the end, he would try it again.

He wanted to pursue this person openly, and continue what he hadn't done more than ten years ago because of all kinds of mistakes.

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I don't know if it's because of the continuous deterioration of his condition. During this time, Wen Zhengting was lethargic and drowsy, and the total time he was awake every day did not exceed six hours.

For a patient of his level, closing the eyes is not so much sleep, but actually closer to a coma, and it is hard to say whether there is a chance to open the eyes again.

It was the same on this day, after the plane took off, he fell into a coma again, the only difference from the past was that he had a very rare dream.

In the dream, he regained his health, not only regained his health, but even became ten or twenty years younger in one breath, his pale hair turned into spiritual black, with a trace of gray mixed in it.

That day, he and his business partners were drinking tea at Lilong Jingxuan. The man with a vague face suddenly stood up and waved in a certain direction, "Mr. Nie is here."

He couldn't listen to anything else, only one thought occupied his mind, and that was Nie Yuansheng's arrival.

Nie Yuansheng is tall and imposing. It is said that his ancestors had intermarried with foreigners. If you look carefully, the contours of his facial features are deeper than those of Chinese people.

"Mr. Wen, it's not like this." He spoke in a very gentle tone, and acted with a kind of calm demeanor. It's hard to imagine that he came from a gangster who didn't have much education. "It's wrong for you to do this, you take all the money If you leave, how will others live?"

The more he saw this person living well, the more he resented him, resented Nie Yuansheng and himself for relying on his father-in-law for so long.

Obviously you are a filthy thing that comes out of the mud like me, why can you live so well, but I can only be a dog wagging at your feet?

"Mr. Wen, I can't agree to your request. You don't need to say it a second time. I won't change my mind. I'm leaving. "

He slumped down on the seat in frustration, his chest heaving violently... He couldn't let this person leave, absolutely not.This person died once, by his own hands. If this is the case, he has to make this person disappear again.

The evil thought was born in a single thought, he picked up the nearest tool at hand, an iron rod as thick as an arm, and slammed it down on this person frantically.

Smashing a person's head is as easy as smashing a watermelon. The iron rod is lifted up and down, and the skull makes a crisp cracking sound, bringing thick blood splashes.

Last time he had to work hard to make the scene look like an accident, but this time he was not afraid of anything. Seeing this person lying unconscious on the ground, his distortion and hatred turned into endless carefree.

Nie Yuansheng, you are already dead, you can't scare me, you are my defeat.

He repeated the smashing action over and over again, and gradually, there was no human outline visible in the pile of things in front of him, like a pile of meat wrapped in broken cloth.

The blood that flowed out spread in all directions, and suddenly everything around disappeared, and those who could be named could not be named, and the dead turned into souls, their limbs and five sense organs were all twisted together, and the boundary was getting closer and closer. It became more and more blurred, and finally turned into a large black shadow.This shadow was extremely huge, without a definite shape, as if there were countless heads and none at all, it let out a sharp cry from the depths, roaring towards him, enveloping him in its own body, and swallowing him slowly.

"Don't come here, ah----!!!"

When Wen Zhengting screamed and opened his eyes, the bedside lamp was on—after he got sick, the darkness always made him fear whether he had come to hell, and he never turned off the lamp to sleep.At this moment, his whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and the sheets were soaked in cold sweat.He took a quick breath, raised his skinny fingers like bird claws, and fumbled around to find a tool for communication, so that his assistant could come in quickly.

He had two sons, the one who was born was so stupid that it was an eyesore, and the one that caught the eye was not his own. Both of them wished that his soul would return to heaven as soon as possible, only this one was really thinking about himself.You can't give this person power and money, but you have to tie him firmly to your side, so that he will be your good boy for the rest of his life.

But the person sitting by his bed was not the man he was used to seeing.

This man's hair was cut short, his muscular torso was wrapped in an iron-gray handmade suit, and he was holding a book in his hand. He was so young and full of vitality, which formed a stark contrast with his aging self on the hospital bed.

Realizing that he woke up, the man turned around slowly, and the moment he saw the man's face clearly, his blood froze into ice.

"Nie..." The word Nie Yuansheng was bitten on the tip of his tongue by him, and he couldn't say it.

Nie Yuansheng died, and he watched the cremation of the body. It is impossible for the dead to jump out of the coffin to seek revenge... The dead cannot, but the living can.

"Long time no see, Mr. Wen, I wonder if you still remember me?"

If you look carefully, the facial features are not the same, at least not the same as he remembered, but the hateful temperament is exactly the same, almost bringing him back to the nightmare just now.

He knew who this person was, he was his eldest son's suspicious assistant, and he couldn't find out the real identity of Yin Yuan who finally decided to kill him.

"You are..." At that time, doubts and fears welled up in his heart, and the name Yin Yuan was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it out.

"Well, I forgot to introduce myself last time, and I will make it up this time. My name is Nie Xicheng, and Nie Yuansheng is my father. My father was taken care of by you during his lifetime."

Nie Xicheng closed the half-read book and put it aside, picked up the clean towel in the drawer, and thoughtfully wiped the cold sweat on Wen Zhengting's forehead.The movements of his hands were very gentle, and the towel was also very soft, but to Wen Zhengting, the place where the towel rubbed was as hot and painful as if it had been scratched by sandpaper.Needless to say, the surname Nie is the embodiment of all bloody hatred.He will come back to seek vengeance in the place of the dead.

"The person you're waiting for won't come."

Nie Xicheng threw away the towel and looked at him condescendingly, with a hint of pity in his eyes, "Why did he save you? His biological father died in prison because of you, and his biological mother committed herself to the enemy until she died without knowing the truth. It's not enough for him to hate you for so many years. Are you in the bone?"

"No, it's impossible! It's impossible for him to betray me, cough, cough, impossible!"

As if stimulated by what he said, Wen Zhengting coughed violently, covered his mouth with one hand, and moved his other hand under the quilt slowly, because he was so much like a skeleton, this movement did not cause much movement .

"What is impossible, Mr. Wen, you have committed too many crimes, too many families have been broken because of you, too many people have suffered misfortune because of you, why are you still alive?"

"I... I know it's wrong, don't kill me, I know it's wrong." Wen Zhengting made a look of panic, shaking his head and sighing, while his fingers were still groping, "I know it's wrong, I will make up for you mother and son Yes, how much do you want...Sheng Jiang, yes, do you remember your father's Sheng Jiang? I'll give it back to you..."

Nie Xicheng was stunned for a moment, "Really...really?"

It seemed that he was really moved by Wen Zhengting's conditions. A sternness flashed in Wen Zhengting's eyes, and he continued to speak, "Of course..."

Just when Wen Zhengting's fingertips were about to touch something like that, the quilt was ripped off, and all his secrets were exposed to the air.

Nie Xicheng took this thing in his hands before he could play with it. He picked up a miniature pocket pistol, half the size of a palm, with custom-made bullets and guns, and a range of only about five meters.

"Mr. Wen," Nie Xicheng narrowed his eyes, aimed the gun between Wen Zhengting's eyebrows, and pulled the trigger.

When the gunshot rang out, Wen Zhengting's pupils dilated instantly, but it turned out that there was a charred black hole around him. Nie Xicheng put away the pistol with a sneer, "You don't think I'll let you die so easily, do you?"

Wen Zhengting, who was defeated in this game, stared at him for a long time, his expression distorted for a moment, showing a malicious and sarcastic expression, "I'm not alive, so let your dead father live?"

However, Nie Xicheng didn't talk to him at all, someone outside knocked on the door, he turned around, turned his back on Wen Zhengting and went to open the door.

He probably thought that after confiscating the pocket pistol, he had no other means.Knowing that this was an excellent opportunity, Wen Zhengting pulled out another pistol from under the pillow with lightning speed, and without even caring about aiming, he pulled the trigger on his vest...

There was no bullet, and the bullet stuck in the chamber did not know where to go. Wen Zhengting, who was aware of this fact, collapsed dejectedly.

Nie Xicheng opened the bedroom door without looking back, and Wen Zhengting's young assistant and medical staff with medicine boxes came in.

"Control the meter well, don't let him die for now."

After explaining the matter, Nie Xicheng pushed open the door and left the room for them.

Wen Zhengting looked at this face that he was used to seeing on weekdays—compared to his delicate and charming mother, he looked so ordinary, barely called delicate——for the first time, he wanted to keep him away from him. Own.

The cold liquid was pushed into Wen Zhengting's veins. He wanted to yell loudly and curse this damn bastard, but the throbbing pain in his heart distracted him.

He is really going to die.