The forests and forests at night are very quiet.

When the cold wind blows, you can hear the sound of dead leaves falling, like crying from nature.

Lu Yanbei sat on a huge rock next to the wreckage.

The stone has been burned to black by fire, and the original color is almost impossible to see.

All the things around me were filled with endless blackness, which made people unable to breathe.

He reached into his pocket to touch the cigarette, his movements were a little slow, even dull, and his fingers were slight shaking.

I finally took out the cigarette box, took out a cigarette, and put it in my mouth.

The metal lighter bounced away with a "bang" and made a crisp sound. The flames rushed up and burned into his eyes, illuminating his scarlet eyes.

The flames were shaking, and his pupils were shaking.

The fire lit the cigarette butts, and the stars flashed. He took a sudden breath, sucking the smell of tobacco hard into his lungs, but somehow, all the pain and sadness that penetrated his lungs...

He clamped the cigarette between his fingers and picked up a handful of black gray from the ground with his other hand.

Black gray seeped into his torn flesh and blood. His eyebrows and eyes trembled, and he slowly lowered his head, and kissed the handful of black gray deeply, as if he was kissing his deepest lover.

Afterwards, he usurped his hand tightly and held the handful of dust firmly in the palm of his hand, holding it very tightly, as if he was afraid that it would disappear in the next second.

He lay down on the stone.

Looking up, staring at the dark sky in a daze, the man's tears fell silently.

One drop, one drop...

Lu Yanbei has always been emotionally suppressed. No matter how much love or pain he feels, he never expresses it easily.

So until something happened to Zuli, he never revealed his true feelings to her.

But now, he wanted to say it was too late...

It's too late!

He turned his head and looked at the burned remains, as if he was looking at her before his death.

Tears fell like rain.

He cried silently, but every drop of tears seemed to cry blood.

"Susu, are you here?"

He made a soft voice, his voice shattered and hoarse.

My throat seemed to be burned by fire.

The sound is a bit unpleasant.

The cold wind blew by and blew on his face, not hurting, but it was biting cold.

"Is it you?"

He asked again.

The answer to him was still cold and quiet.

There is nothing else except the sound of dead leaves blowing down.

"It's not you, it's not you..."

He looked at the ashes and asked and answered himself. The mist blurred his scarlet eyes and said, "You are not so cold, you have always been warm. How could you be so cold to me?"

The deeper the night, the lower the temperature.

Lu Yanbei's cold body was almost gone.

But he lay on the stone, without any sense at all, and did not move.

It is better to lose consciousness.

It would be great to let him sleep like this.

Closer to her and farther away from pain...

Lu Yanbei closed his eyes deeply.

Zuli, I miss you...

I really want to, I really want to!

The old house of the Lu family, in the main hall—

Lu Chenjiu was wearing a solemn black filial piety dress.

Although it is cold, it is still handsome and cold, making people dare not get close to it.

He knelt on his knees, and was devoutly burning paper money for his deceased father.

Li Wenjuan also wore a black mourning dress and knelt on the right side of her son.

Her face was plain, her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and she looked very sad.

Tears were still flowing, crying, and interpreting the role of wife's filial piety quite well.

As soon as her relatives and friends who came to worship left, she wiped away her tears and calmed down the sadness on her face.

Lu Chenjiu looked at him coldly.

I never knew before that his mother's acting skills were so good.

"You don't have to look at me like this. Your father has been lying in bed for so many years, and he has lost all his feelings."

Li Wenjuan could see her son’s thoughts at a glance.

Lu Chenjiu pursed her lips and said nothing, and withdrew her gaze coldly.

If it weren't for her, how could my father have been lying in bed for many years?

But now, I no longer have the right to blame her.

I am even more cruel than her!

Li Wenjuan stared at her son in a daze, thinking something.

I don’t know if it was her illusion, but she felt that her son seemed to be colder, more cruel and more heartless than before.

In the past, there were seven emotions and six desires, but now it is more like a desperate desire.

Is this a good thing?

Yes!

Only such a person can have no weaknesses and achieve great things.

"Chen Jiu, are you sure that Su Li has resolved it?"

Li Wenjuan asked her son in a low voice.

She was always a little worried about this.

Lu Chenjiu glanced at her coldly, "The car was cut into two pieces, and the front of the car fell into a cliff. Do you think there is still a chance of survival? I'm right, the car should have caught fire when it lands. Even if she is not killed by death, she will be burned to death."

When he said this, his words were calm.

But the eyebrows trembled slightly.

The softest part of the heart mouth seemed to be stabbed by a fine needle.

The pain was a little sharp, but he ignored it.

After hearing what Lu Chenjiu said, Li Wenjuan's heart was slightly relieved.

But suddenly I remembered something and looked shocked, "Chen Jiu, you chased Su Li out at that time. Wouldn't you be photographed by surveillance along the way? If the police..."

"Don't worry! There is no surveillance."

"Um?"

"Suli is walking on a newly built road, so he hasn't had time to install surveillance."

"real?"

Li Wenjuan showed joy and snorted coldly, "Sure enough, God is always on our side."

Lu Chenjiu threw another handful of paper money into the fire.

The flames quickly rose, reflecting his cold outlines more clearly. He heard his gloomy speech, "The police are easy to deal with, but what is difficult to deal with is Lu Yanbei and Zuli's affairs, and he will not let it go."

In fact, Su Li's incident was really an accident. Her appearance and her death were completely beyond Lu Chenjiu's control.

This may only become more and more difficult.

After hearing this, Li Wenjuan looked around and confirmed that there was no one around, then she came to his ear and whispered: "Chen Jiu, why don't we just do it and 'crack' him too. Only dead people will keep the secret. What's more, once he dies, everything in the Lu family will be ours, and no one will compete with us anymore."

"Okay, I think I'm not dying fast enough, so I can go find him."

Lu Chenjiu said lightly.

"Chen Jiu, is there anyone who talks to your mother like this?" Li Wenjuan was a little frustrated.
To be continued...