Hu Meizi

63.

Zhao Quan extinguished the last cigarette in the bag.

It's only 4:[-] in the morning.

He didn't go back to any of his private houses, he just stayed in the small [-] square meter suite that Wu Moqing bought.

Zhao Quan didn't dare to enter Wu Moqing's room to smoke. He curled up on the pink sofa in the living room and pushed open the glass door leading to the balcony to diffuse the smell.

Zhao Quan was sitting on the sofa, his waist bent, hiding in the darkness.

The woman who finally nodded and agreed to marry him last month, how can she be gone?

Zhao Quan looked at the photo frame on the coffee table, which contained a group photo of Wu Moqing and Sun Du at the gate of an elementary school.

Wu Moqing told him last time that this was taken when Sun Du graduated from elementary school.At that time, Sun Du was only 12 years old, and Wu Moqing was only 29 years old.

Zhao Quan reached out to pick up the photo frame, Wu Moqing in the photo was smiling so brightly, even with the heavy makeup that was popular at that time, it couldn't hide the delicate and dewy eyes of her eyebrows.She half squatted and put her arms around Sun Du, who looked shy and shy. She was wearing a bust-length denim dress with suspenders, revealing her fair neck and a small half of her soft chest.

Zhao Quan couldn't help rubbing Wu Moqing's white and tender face with his thumb in the photo. He looked at Wu Moqing who was smiling wantonly in the photo, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but draw an arc.

But halfway through the smile, the curved corners of his mouth turned cold again, like a wild goose that got up late and flew to the south when the cold winter came. After flying for several miles, he was finally frozen in the cold. Fall in mid-air.

How do you say it's gone?

Zhao Quan doesn't understand, he and Wu Moqing have been wandering around for so many years, and finally met again, how can they be gone?A few days ago, I was holding a bag with him in city B, complaining about his old-fashioned taste, but the woman I couldn't put it down, how can I say that she will be gone if she doesn't have it?

Zhao Quan gently put the photo frame back on the coffee table.He took out the vibrating mobile phone from his trouser pocket, it was a message from his subordinate.

Zhao Quanquan scanned the content of the text message expressionlessly, and found out one of the moles in the Zhao family.It's a pity that it didn't take long before Zhao Quan's people died in the bathroom of his home before they rushed over.Zhao Quan looked gloomyly at the balcony outside the glass door.

The group of people obviously came prepared for him.

It's just that they didn't expect that Wu Moqing really loved Zhao Quan, and Zhao Quan really loved Wu Moqing.With that shot from the dark, I thought it was a perfect shot, and he was sure to die.But she didn't expect Wu Moqing to push him away with such great force.

Zhao Quan stood up from the pink leather sofa with his hands and feet bound and walked to the balcony.

After the rainstorm, the wind was calm, and Zhao Quan could still feel the gentle night wind while standing on the balcony.He stood quietly for a while, and when he turned his head to get the broom, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror posted on the balcony.Zhao Quan stared at himself in the mirror for a moment.But in the past few nights, gray hair has appeared on his temples, almost a piece of white.

In fact, he rarely has gray hair. The last time he had gray hair was more than ten years ago when his sister died of illness.

Zhao Quan bent down silently, took a short broom in his hand, and walked to the living room with it, sweeping away the cigarette butts all over the floor.

He bent down and swept all the cigarette butts together, under the tea table, under the sofa, under the chair, and under the TV cabinet.

Zhao Quan stood up straight, his face was still expressionless, but tears were already quietly streaming from his eyes. A middle-aged man in his 40s still sheds tears and is not ashamed.

Young people bereaved, middle-aged bereaved their wives.

There is nothing more sad than heart-death, probably he is talking about.

Zhao Quan stood quietly in the living room with a broom in his hand, letting tears flow from his eyes.He stood with his back hunched, not as tall and straight as usual, as if he was bearing some huge pain, which crushed him alive, but it was obvious that he was old.

Within a few minutes, he moved again, sweeping up the cigarette butts and dumping them into the trash can.

He was not allowed to mourn for too long, he still had to preside over the overall situation, he had to clean up the Zhao family, and he had to stabilize his position.

Zhao Quan held his mobile phone, and he looked at the photo frame on the coffee table.In the end, he couldn't resist putting it in his pocket.

He took it out and looked again, this time he saw clearly Sun Du beside him.Thin and small, a very thin child.

Sun Du is Wu Moqing's debt, she said she caused Sun Du's family to be destroyed.Wu Moqing is Zhao Quan's debt. Zhao Quan's younger sister caused her to become a prostitute.

Zhao Quan hugged the photo frame tightly and put it in his arms. He pushed open the door and nodded to his subordinates outside.

Qianqian is gone, let him come.

Sun Du had already calmed down. He was sitting in Xie Tang's private studio in his own studio, holding a cup of hot cocoa.

It was as if he was not the one who was crying heartbreakingly in front of Wu Moqing's bed, keeping people away, desperate like a trapped animal.

Xie Tang still had a calm expression as usual, showing no signs of happiness or anger.He sat opposite Sun Du and looked at Sun Du without saying a word.

Perhaps it was because of crying too much and for too long, a tiredness and paleness that had never been seen before appeared on Sun Du's face.His smiling lips are always white like a jerk.

"It's a joke." Sun Du said, looking at Xie Tang on the opposite side, he showed a slightly alienated smile, "It's rare that you are willing to take in a lunatic like me."

With that said, Sun Du took a sip of hot cocoa, which made him feel a little warmer.Before, he was running around like a lunatic under the rainstorm. When Xie Tang grabbed him, his whole body was already soaked, and now his hair was so wet that it was still dripping.

Xie Tang looked at him and shook his head, "No, you're not crazy." He said objectively, "People can make many actions that they can't control when they face great pain."

"It's normal for you to behave like this." Xie Tang said.

Sun Du looked at Xie Tang, his eyes flickered, but he still couldn't control it, "Why did she disappear?"

He looked at Xie Tang, tears came back to his eyes.Like a milk cat that has lost its mother's protection, it stretched out its paws to the indifferent man passing by.

"Xie Tang, you always know the most," Sun Du looked at Xie Tang, and his tears flowed again, "Why did she just disappear like this?"

He asked Xie Tang, like a lost child.

Xie Tang looked at Sun Du, when he was crying, the crystal clear tears in his eyes washed away all the fireworks in his eyes, leaving only a pure meaning.

Xie Tangmoran, he can tell the truth that it was an accidental injury caused by the conspiracy of interest groups.

But for some reason, when he held Sun Du who was crying hysterically in the rain, he suddenly understood how sad and sad he was, which made him unable to say what he could have said on weekdays. Blunted objective words.

This is very similar to the painting by Sun Du that he saw when he was 16 years old, and it was that painting that made him feel a little bit of fear.

Xie Tang and Sun Du looked at each other. After a long time, Sun Du's tears were still flowing. They flowed down his sharp chin, together with the raindrops from Sun Du's hair, and hit the floor, turning into a beach. A small puddle all over the place.

Xie Tang didn't know what to say, he opened his mouth several times, but finally fell silent.

Sun Du wept quietly, as if he wanted to finish all the tears he hadn't shed in the past few years.He looked at Xie Tang, his eyes were as clear as the sky after the rain.

After a while, Xie Tang stood up from the chair and walked beside Sun Du under his gaze.

Sun Du turned to look at him.

Xie Tang clumsily stretched out his hand to wrap Sun Du's shoulder, and hugged Sun Du, who was wrapped in a thick towel and drenched all over, into his arms.

He didn't say anything.Maybe it was the first time to comfort someone, the posture in which he was holding Sun Du was also extremely stiff, his big hand rested lightly on Sun Du's shoulder, and patted slowly, it didn't seem like comforting people, but rather like repelling mosquitoes .

But when Sun Du was hugged into Xie Tang's arms, he couldn't help crying again.

He hugged Xie Tang's waist tightly, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances, hesitation, pain, sorrow, and despair.

No one could answer why he had disappeared so abruptly, even though he hadn't seen him for a few days.

The author says:

If Zhao Quan knew that he was still bereaved, I don't know if he would be able to bear it.Just let him never know.