The basement was very quiet. Although Lin Nan's voice was not loud, there was a faint echo.
Ruan Xingwan turned around and looked at Zhou Cishen.
He should have heard it.
Zhou Cishen's expression remained unchanged. After putting all the things in, he closed the trunk, took the phone from Ruan Xingwan, and said calmly: "I know."
After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
Zhou Cishen said to Ruan Xingwan: "Get in the car and go back."
After leaving the basement, a strong cold air hit me.
Zhou Cishen turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the car and asked her, "Is it cold?"
Ruan Xingwan sat in the passenger seat, holding the seat belt with both hands, shaking his head gently: "It's not cold."
There was some traffic on the way back, and the light from the traffic lights seemed particularly lively in the silent night.
The streets are full of people walking in a hurry.
Everyone rushes home.
It's very quiet inside the car.
After a while, Ruan Xingwan said: "Don't you go and see him?"
Zhou Cishen looked out the car window and said quietly: "I won't go."
Ruan Xingwan was silent before saying, "Is it because of me?"
"no."
Zhou Cishen explained, "I rescued him from the Zhou family because I wanted to deal with Zhou Junnian. I had no other intention."
Ruan Xingwan pursed her lips and smiled, then said slowly: "Actually, I quite understand this feeling. When I first thought Ruan Jun died in prison, even though I hated him to the core, I still went to collect his ashes.
It was like seeing him for the last time and watching his miserable life end with my own eyes."
At that time, she didn't know that Ruan Jun was not her biological father.
This feeling is somewhat indescribable.
She didn't know whether Zhou Cishen should go, but she could feel that if he didn't go tonight, this would be something he would never be able to be calm about, and it would last his whole life.
Even if he hates Mr. Zhou again.
Zhou Cishen held the steering wheel, pursed his thin lips slightly, and said nothing.
After a while, Ruan Xingwan said relaxedly: "Take me there. I also want to see what the last part of his journey is like."
Zhou Cishen looked sideways at her, and the corners of his mouth moved.
Ruan Xingwan said: "Okay, let's go. If you don't go, neither you nor I will be thinking about it all night and won't be able to sleep. Going will also help you to understand what happened in the past.
Be more relieved.”
After a long while, Zhou Cishen whispered: "Okay."
Mr. Zhou was arranged by Zhou Cishen in a private courtyard, with people guarding him inside and outside.
When Ruan Xingwan and Zhou Cishen entered, Jiang Yuan had already taken off the indwelling needle on the back of Mr. Zhou's hand, and the whole room was quiet.
Mr. Zhou was lying on the bed, his turbid eyes were half-opened, his eye sockets were sunken, and his face was gray. He had long lost his original energetic and calm look.
His mouth kept moving, as if he was saying something, but his voice was too low and too confusing to be heard clearly.
Ruan Xingwan couldn't help but be stunned when she saw him like this.
Although she knew that Mr. Zhou was dying, she didn't expect that he would look like this...
Zhou Cishen pulled her behind him, blocking her view.
Jiang Yuan wiped his hands and looked at them: "I thought you wouldn't come."
Zhou Cishen looked at the infusion bottle he took off: "How long will it take?"
Jiang Yuan glanced at the person on the bed: "Come on, he is holding on for his last breath, probably waiting for you to come."
At this time, Mr. Zhou seemed to feel that Zhou Cishen was coming. He looked over with difficulty, stretched out his skinny hand with difficulty, his mouth moved even more violently, and he seemed to be a little excited.
Jiang Yuan said: "He probably wants to say something to you."
Zhou Cishen pursed his thin lips, looked at each other with Ruan Xingwan, walked over, bent one knee, and squatted in front of him.
Mr. Zhou grabbed his arm and kept making "ho ho" sounds in his mouth. He wanted to say something, but couldn't.
Zhou Cishen looked at him with an extraordinarily calm pair of black eyes: "The reason why I came to see you for the last time is not to say goodbye to you, but to see how you have suffered the consequences."
Mr. Zhou's hand held his arm a little tighter, but it was still light and without any strength.
At this moment, his cloudy eyes were filled with tears.
Zhou Cishen continued calmly: "You have done too many bad things in your life. Some people also broke up your family and separated your wife and children because of you. This is the source of everything. You have come to this day, which shows that you are not happy with retribution."
"Since you are waiting for me to come, you should be mentally prepared. If I can't say anything good, you should not seek relief and die without regrets. You should leave with guilt and repentance for everyone, and
Pray for it and atone for it.”
After hearing the voice in Mr. Zhou's throat, Mr. Zhou slowly lowered his hand holding Zhou Cishen's hand and looked upward without focus.
The experiences of this life are shown in front of me like a revolving lantern, fleeting.
A few seconds later, as Zhou Cishen said, he slowly closed his eyes with regret.
Jiang Yuan looked at the time and wrote it down in the notebook next to him.
While he was writing, he asked Zhou Cishen: "Do you want to tell Aunt Jiang?"
Zhou Cishen slowly stood up from the bed: "Whatever you want."
He walked to Ruan Xingwan and held her hand: "Let's go home."
Ruan Xingwan nodded and followed him out.
I don’t know when the snow started to fall, and it was flying all over the sky, dotting the dark night with countless light spots.
After leaving the courtyard, Zhou Cishen stopped.
Not far away, Zhou Junnian was sitting in a wheelchair, putting his hands on his knees and looking at them with a smile.
His voice was slow: "Cishen, Xingwan."
Ruan Xingwan looked at him and said nothing.
Zhou Junnian sighed: "It was hard to find this place. I didn't expect to be in time to send him off on his last journey."
Zhou Cishen's expression remained unchanged as he said, "Then you stay here and remember me slowly."
After speaking, he took Ruan Xingwan and left directly.
After a while, Jiang Yuan also came out. He glanced at Zhou Junnian sitting in the wheelchair and secretly clicked his tongue.
Soon, all Zhou Cishen's people evacuated the place.
The huge courtyard suddenly became quiet and empty.
Zhou Junnian raised his hand slightly, and the men behind him understood and pushed him in.
In the room, Mr. Zhou was lying on the hospital bed, no longer breathing.
Zhou Junnian clasped his hands together and looked at him quietly.
After a long time, the subordinate behind him said: "Young Master?"
Zhou Junnian said: "Ci Shen was so kind that he allowed him to die so honorably."
"The old man must be strong throughout his life. Before he died, he could not move or take care of himself. To him, dying like this would be..."
Hearing this, Zhou Junnian sneered: "Is this so?
It’s not nearly enough.”
The men were silent and did not speak any more.
Zhou Junnian turned around in the wheelchair and ordered: "Take his body away to my mother's cemetery."