drowning tide

Wei Xi.

The day after Typhoon Black Pearl swept across the coastal city, Mo Zhengya's mangled body was found at the bottom of the cliff along with the remains of his Ferrari.

His death is a signal, heralding the opening of an invisible war.

In the following month, major events happened every day: the two casinos that Mo's family was forced to suspend for rectification reopened, but everyone has become Wu Yichun's eldest son, Wu Xun; the stinking corpses of Mo Yixun's two confidants Found in the car, the cause of death was suffocation caused by someone strangling his neck with a three-finger-thick noose from behind; Lost an arm.

Anyone with eyes could tell that this brutal attack was only aimed at people related to the Mo family, so under the balance of interests and their own safety, most gangs chose to stand on the sidelines.

Under this terrible internal and external troubles, Mo Yixun, who had already endured the pain of losing his son, could no longer hold on, and collapsed on a fairly bright morning.

Sudden cerebral hemorrhage deprived him of his speech function and most of the consciousness of his body. Even so, the god of death still did not let him go. On the fifth day after he was admitted to the hospital, he was not out of the postoperative danger period because of a negligence of the nurse. The cover of the ventilator fell off, and during the two hours of suffering from lack of oxygen, he tried countless times to touch the alarm bell above his head with his stiff body, but he failed until he died, leaving only a pair to die. His eyes, which he refused to close, silently expressed his resentment and unwillingness during his lifetime.

Regarding the ending of this once all-powerful figure, it is not that the rest of the Mo family have never thought of taking revenge on the culprit who caused everything, but no matter how they searched, the nurse was no longer found in the surveillance and files.

Mo Yixun's father and son passed away one after another, and the rest of the Mo family were like a mess. The Mo family was finished, and the positions vacated by them would be filled by the former leader Wu Yichun and his family members.Wu Yichun is an old man who knows how to behave. He took away [-]% of the profit and left [-]% as a gift to his allies, further strengthening his position.

In this day-to-day vicissitudes, many people feel that there will be no big news to surprise them, until an obituary turns out.

The obituary stated that President Luo’s death and the memorial service would be held in a funeral home in Rongcheng. Other than that, the cause of death or anything else was vague, but that was enough. The rumors that had disappeared once again There is a lot of noise.

The memorial service was held by a very handsome young man.This young man was the sole heir designated by Luo Yi during his lifetime, and at the same time, Luo Yi's lawyer disclosed the true identity of this young man, that is, Luo Guanying's illegitimate son and Luo Yi's half-brother.

Although there is no evidence on the surface, just that he did not extend a helping hand to the Mo family in trouble is enough to glimpse some complicated old grievances.

Faced with a complex and huge family business, the young heir, with the help of his elder brother's confidantes, has used thunderous means to stabilize his position. Perhaps to the outside world, he has done everything he should do, but for himself Speaking of it, it was a bit close, and he had one more thing he had to do.

·

A room with no windows, all furniture is only bed and chair.

Mo Xinya stared blankly at the ceiling. She was a very beautiful woman when she was young, but this beauty withered in the long-term claustrophobia, leaving only a haggard paleness.

She felt like she was being split in two, with one half of her wanting to scream and go crazy, and the other half of her just wanting death to come upon her quickly and free herself.

She has been locked up in this place during this time, but this is not to say that what happened outside cannot reach her ears. On the contrary, she knows better than anyone else what the person she once regarded as a thorn in her side did. .

Every morning at eight o'clock someone would come into this cage and tell her who had died and who had paid for what they had done.

"I want to see him."

She repeated hoarsely against the blank wall, "I want to see him."

In the first few days of being locked up here, she would yell, throw things crazily, and express her sense of resistance fiercely, but from a certain day on she lost the strength to do so.

Normally, no one would listen to her words, but today was an exception. Half an hour later, she saw the handsome man who brought her out of the basement of the villa.

"Mr. Nie." The bodyguards guarding her called this tall man respectfully.

She turned her head mechanically, obviously she didn't look like anything, but she saw the shadow of someone who made her fear and fear in this man.

"Okay, let's all go down." He turned his head, "Clean up for her, it's impossible to see people like this now."

Nie Xicheng called two older women, one after the other, they carried Mo Xinya into the bathroom, washed off the dirt on her body, trimmed her hands and feet, and changed her into a clean and tidy set. Black mourning.

The woman in the mirror has an old face, half of her dry hair is white at the roots, her big eyes are bulging due to her thinness, and there are bunches of deep wrinkles at the end of her eyes, she can't see the pampering in the past.

"Okay, I'll take you to see him."

This time, no one covered her eyes with a black cloth, and she was able to see the scenery outside the car window.

At first she didn't know where they were going, until the scenery along the way gradually became familiar, especially the garden, she trembled violently instinctively.

"Didn't you say you wanted to see him?" Nie Xicheng, who was sitting beside him, turned his head, his dark gray eyes filled with cold sarcasm, "I'll take you to see him now, why don't you dare?"

After getting off the car, she was escorted by the bodyguards and followed Nie Xicheng, step by step through the garden full of dark roses, and entered the big house whose silhouette was like a ghostly shadow in the night.

The mourning hall on the first floor is still in its original state. The black elegiac couplets, withered white chrysanthemums and lingering sandalwood fragrance cast a solemn and desolate atmosphere on everything.

Yi Huai, who was dressed in black, stood up. He had lost a lot of weight, and with just such a small movement, he could see the outline of the protruding shoulder blades on his back.

"I brought her here." Nie Xicheng stepped forward, not caring about Mo Xinya's surprised eyes and kissed him on the cheek, "I'll wait for you upstairs."

After Nie Xicheng left, Yi Huai turned his head as if he finally realized that there was another person here, "Long time no see, Aunt Mo."

If it was Mo Xinya in the past, she would probably curse and condemn him with harsh words when meeting him, but now everything is different, what she hears and sees every day makes her afraid of this person in front of her, so scared that she has to use up her energy Do your best not to turn around and run.

"Tomorrow is his funeral." Yi Huai sat down, took a brown paper file bag from the side very kindly, and tore it slowly, "I want to discuss the future with you."

His hands are beautiful, and even such a small thing can be done beautifully, as if he is playing some musical instrument.

"See if you like it."

She didn't move, and Yi Huai on the opposite side didn't get angry either. He raised his face and looked at her, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "If you don't choose, then I will do it for you."

This sentence was like a switch, she hurriedly snatched the colorful coated paper from his hand, and found that they were all leaflets for the nursing home.

"You..." She wanted to tear off these leaflets immediately, but when she met those indifferent eyes, she found her hands were shaking.

Although it is called a sanatorium, it is actually a place to detain some uncontrolled mental patients.

A leaflet fell from her hand, and he lowered his head to pick it up, "Here? Please spend the rest of your life here."

He pronounced her final verdict in an extremely calm tone.She wanted to cry bitterly, but when she raised her head to meet the eyes of the black and white photo, she found that she couldn't say anything.

It was a crime she deserved, and she covered her face and wept bitterly with hatred and pain.

This is not the end, this is just the beginning, he said she will not die, she really will not die, she will only live in this hopeless horror for the rest of her life.

Because she killed her only child.

After finishing what he needed to say, Yi Huai ignored her, left her in the mourning hall, and went upstairs by himself.

Not only her, even he would be driven crazy by this gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.Every corner of this house reminds him of the past time, the last conversation he had with Luo Yi, only the presence of Nie Xicheng can give him a little room to breathe.

"I brought you wine."

In his room on the second floor, Nie Xi found out the glass as if he had come to his own home, and poured a glass for himself and him alone.

"Drink some wine, get some sleep, and slowly forget about these things." He stroked Yi Huai's hair, "You will get better."

It was his last night in this house, and before him lay a new life and a new future.

As long as this person is not lost, he will gradually recover from grief.

·

The day of burial was fixed at the beginning of November.

Originally, the deceased should have been buried in the ground earlier, but considering the physical condition of a certain person, Yi Huai insisted on postponing this day for several days.

Before dawn, Yi Huai, who hadn't slept all night, had packed up everything and was ready to go.

After the collapse of the Mo family, Luo Yi's only blood relative left in this world is him, plus the company's senior management, other not-so-close friends, and some business partners were all present at the memorial service, so he Not too many people were involved in this last rite.

Including Nie Xicheng who accompanied him, only a dozen or so people came to the funeral. Even with the accompanying bodyguards, it was difficult to make up a long line, so it seemed extraordinarily deserted.

The location of the tomb was chosen by Fei Chuan and him. On the way to the funeral, Yi Huai saw Fei Chuan dressed in black standing in the thin morning mist, his wounds still not fully healed, his face as pale as a lonely dead soul.

He must be the most sad person Luo Yi passed away in this world.Yi Huai thought sadly, he looked like he had lost half of his soul.

The make-up artist's skills were very good, Luo Yi's cheeks in the coffin were slightly sunken, but it did not damage his handsomeness in the slightest.The gloominess and indifference that he was used to seeing in the past have all left this man, making him look as if he is asleep.

The expensive handmade suit covered the gunshot wound that took his life, allowing him to walk safely and decently in the last journey of his life.

The coffin was carried to the side of the tomb where the hole had been dug. Yi Huai did not ask the staff to help, and quietly picked up the shovel and filled it with soil.

It was rumored that the relationship between him and Luo Yi, brothers with different surnames, was not very good, but anyone who saw this scene would understand that apart from the difference in surname, they would have become a very good pair of brothers.

Fei Chuan reluctantly helped him fill in two shovelfuls of soil when his injury was still not healed, and he felt his body protest.

"Let me do it." Yi Huai shook his head towards him, "He doesn't want you to push yourself too hard."

"That's right."

The slightly cold and moist morning wind was blowing in front of him, and Yi Huai was still sweating all over.

Fei Chuan handed him a clean towel, looked at the gray sky above his head, "I've known him since he was seven or eight years old."

Yi Huai wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and didn't say much—he could see that Fei Chuan just wanted to find someone to talk about what he was holding back, and it didn't matter who the target was.

"He thought about becoming a pilot, and he even made a special trip to prepare for several years. Uncle Luo knew his ideal and asked him about the admission requirements of the aviation school... No matter what he wanted to do, he never thought about it anyway. You have to be a black boss who fights and kills all day long, let alone throw your life on it."

His murmur was mingled with the rustle of earth falling on the coffin.

Yi Huai filled up the tomb, and then planted two pine trees beside Fei Chuan.

"I want to be alone, can you let me have a conversation with him alone?"

Yi Huai didn't have much objection to his request, "Okay."

"There is someone waiting for you over there."

Looking in the direction Fei Chuan pointed out to him, Yi Huai could only see a lush cypress forest.

Who is waiting for me over there?A strange idea popped up in his mind, along with a guess that he wanted to confirm but was afraid to confirm.

"I go with you."

Seeing the hesitation in his heart, Nie Xicheng took his hand and pulled him towards that direction.

The soft green grass was covered with last night's dew, and they passed through a thicket of trees, and at the end of the path they saw a grave.

Whose grave is this?His heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.

There are two names on the tombstone, the one on the left is Luo Guanying, and the one on the right is...Yang Yixuan.

Nie Xicheng also saw these two names, and gasped, "I found it."

"I never thought it would be like this."

Yi Huai let go of his hand, squatted in front of the tombstone, and said softly, "I found you. Mom."

The biological mother, who has not masked her face for more than ten years, is already separated from each other when she sees her again.

He thought about countless endings, but he never thought that it would be like this—her soul has already been rested in peace, beside the only man in this world who has cherished her.

"Will you be happy?"

He was facing the gray photo on the other side of the tombstone, the handsome and easy-going man looked back at him with the same kindness, and at the end of his memory, he vaguely remembered that someone had looked at him with such eyes.

He really looks like Luo Yi, the man in the photo is exactly like Luo Yi's copy.

"dad."

He thought it would be difficult for him to say these two words, but the moment he blurted them out, he realized that it was actually not difficult at all, at least not as difficult as he thought.

The same blood flowed in his body, and the broken silk thread was once again implicated.

"Thank you, and thank you, brother."

He thought he would have a lot to say to his biological parents, but in the end the only thing he could really say was this one, and the rest had to be kept in his heart.

Until the sun rose, he patted the dirt and dust on his knees, stood up and walked towards the figure waiting under the shade of the tree.

Because of fatigue and squatting for a long time, he had hallucinations very briefly. He saw the young man who was lying on the soft green grass holding hands with him, submerged in bright red petals and then disappeared.

——This time I won't forget his appearance again.

"Yi Huai." The illusion disappeared, leaving behind the appearance that a grown man should have.

He looked at Nie Xicheng without blinking, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go back."