Chapter 409 Death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves
Over this city in Northeast China called Hongqi, there were dark clouds and heavy thunderstorms. 【】A massive special operation to crack down on gangs and eliminate evil was launched vigorously with the cooperation of various departments led by the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
But far away in Europe, there is a small town called Windmill Village in the Netherlands, where the sun is shining brightly and the breeze is pleasant.
The Netherlands is known as the country of windmills, and there are especially many windmills in Windmill Town.
Windmill Town is a huge pasture, with a few white clouds floating above the blue sky, and under the blue sky and white clouds is an endless grassland. There is a highland in the distance of the grassland called Banshan, and Banshan is a famous wealthy area near Windmill Town.
Two slender figures stood on the terrace of a villa in a wealthy area, looking at the creaking windmills on the grassland in a daze. Dozens of windmills were lined up in a row and stretched into the distance, rotating, extending and bending. They seemed stationary, but
But it is full of movement. In the fusion of movement and stillness, people can't help but think about it, implying charm, legend, eternity...
"You came all the way to see me just to stay here with me in a daze?" A thin man smiled, with an evil and charming smile on his face.
Looking at the contours of this man's face, he should have been an out-and-out handsome guy, but now his face is very pale, and the lines on his face are too thin, and even the cheekbones on both sides of his face appear...
A bit abrupt.
This man is Yao Xiaodong.
The terrible AIDS virus was eating away at his life bit by bit. There was even a new tomb not far from the mountainside villa - that was Xiao Zhang's tomb.
Standing next to him was his sister Yao Xiaodi, who had just been married for a few months.
Although she is a newlywed, Yao Xiaodi's beautiful face not only does not have the taste of happiness, but also has a hint of sadness, especially when her eyes wander and stay on her brother. At this time, Yao Xiaodi's pair of
There will be tears in his eyes as bright as stars.
"Ahem." Yao Xiaodong suddenly coughed a few times. While coughing, he covered his mouth with a white handkerchief. Although the sound of his cough was not loud, when he took the handkerchief away, the white
There was already a trace of blood on his handkerchief. His own blood.
Yin Hong's blood bloomed on the white handkerchief, like a blooming plum blossom.
Yao Xiaodong turned around and picked up a cup from the coffee table behind him, wrapped it in a handkerchief and threw it from a distance. Then he drew his gun, raised his hand, took aim, and fired.
This set of movements is as smooth as water. Yao Xiaodong, holding the gun, is still the ruthless and arrogant sharpshooter.
With a "bang", the cup flying in the air shattered, and the handkerchief stained with Yao Xiaodong's blood fluttered and flew in the air for a while before slowly falling down.
I don’t know whether it was intentional or a coincidence, but the handkerchief landed on Xiao Zhang’s grave.
"Haha, life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves. Are you looking at me so sadly because you are worried that I will die at any time?" Yao Xiaodong looked at his sister with burning eyes.
Yao Xiaodi did not speak, but nodded slightly and nodded sadly.
"Xiao Di, you have always been very smart since you were a child, so let me ask you, would something that has nothing to do with you scare you?" Yao Xiaodong looked at his sister with a smile.
Yao Xiaodi still looked at his brother with a sad face, and then slowly shook his head.
"When I was alive, death didn't exist, so I didn't need to worry. When death came, I didn't exist, so even if I wanted to worry then, I couldn't." After a pause, Yao Xiaodong
Smiling and saying: "So, don't look at me like you're going to die soon, my dear sister. Death is not a big deal."
Yao Xiaodong is not an ordinary person, or in other words, he is not a normal person. His thoughts are always very strange, so strange that Yao Xiaodi sometimes cannot understand them.
But despite this, Yao Xiaodong's words still had a certain effect. After a long time, Yao Xiaodi finally sighed softly.
"Brother, it's true that I came to see you this time, but while I'm seeing you, why don't I let myself relax and relax?" As he spoke, Yao Xiaodi looked leisurely into the distance, his eyes full of sadness, and
It seemed like there was something in the distance that she couldn't forget.
His father, his brother, and the man he loves his whole life, which one of them would Yao Xiaodi be willing to part with?
Yao Zhijiang is a strong person. Yao Xiaodong can just mess around and kill people. Even if he ends up getting together with a man, Yao Zhijiang can withstand these things.
But in the end, Yao Xiaodong actually risked his own life. How could he survive with such a terminal disease?
Yao Xiaodong's condition made Yao Zhijiang heartbroken, and what made him even more hurt was that Yao Xiaodong was already terminally ill, but he would rather die alone than go back to his country to meet his family, and even visit him himself
Yao Xiaodong flatly refused his request!
The failure in his career, his son's ruthlessness, and his daughter's nonsense were a series of blows that made Yao Zhijiang unable to bear it anymore, and his health deteriorated.
Fortunately, Yao Xiaodi stopped being stubborn in the end, obeyed Yao Zhijiang's arrangement, and married a man who was also a child of an aristocratic family. Yao Zhijiang's health recovered somewhat.
For the sake of her father, Yao Xiaodi gave up Shen Tianlong and married Fang Jianhong, a son of an aristocratic family. In the eyes of many people, Yao Xiaodi made a smart choice, one that would make herself, her father, and her family better.
A profitable choice, but who can understand Yao Xiaodi's heartache?
"How are you and that boy named Fang...?" After hesitating, Yao Xiaodong still asked about Yao Xiaodi's marriage.
The Yao family and the Fang family are family friends, and the children of the two families have known each other since childhood. Although they are not very familiar with each other, they are closer than ordinary acquaintances.
When they were playing together in childhood, Yao Xiaodong beat Fang Jianhong to tears several times. When they grew up, their life trajectories were completely different. Although they communicated occasionally, they did not have a deep friendship. However, Yao Xiaodong obviously had a different impression of Fang Jianhong.
How good.
Before Yao Xiaodi could answer, Yao Xiaodong smiled and said: "That guy Fang Jianhong is just as powerful as our old Yao, but he doesn't have the same self-discipline as our old Yao. He wants to get rich while getting promoted. I
Even if people like this achieve success in the future, they will be very limited." []