Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport, France, early morning.
The hall was brightly lit and crowded with people. The huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows let out the lights and reflected the orderly takeoff and landing of the planes. It was raining lightly. When she walked out of the security gate, she saw the woman waving from the opposite side.
"Hi, Yahan, here."
"Ruolin."
The woman who picked up the airport was tall and had a pretty face. She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and an elegant white winter coat. Her black hair was tied up casually behind her head. She had a similar personality to Yahan, who was currently the vice president of a large company.
Similar independent temperament, but more relaxed. The two hugged in the hall. Ruolin reached out and took Yahan's suitcase: "I came at the right time. The morning in Paris feels good."
"You're not causing any trouble, are you?"
"Where, I live alone, I wish I had someone to keep me company."
Yahan grinned: "I'm afraid that I'll scare away the people who really come to keep you company."
"You……"
The two women walked out of the airport chatting and laughing. Ruolin put on a beige windbreaker: "Honestly, I didn't expect you to actually travel alone. How are you with Xu Mo?"
"Why do you always talk about me and Xu Mo?"
"He has been pursuing you for many years, haven't you always been together? This year I met Lizhen and he said that we might get married. I have made plans to return to China."
It was raining lightly, and there was a cool morning breeze outside the airport. Roads, overpasses, passing vehicles, pedestrians, and lights were all reflected in a delicate navy blue rain curtain. The cold and warm outline of the modern city at the moment before dawn. Ruolin walked toward herself.
He opened the back cover of the car, put the box in, and frowned: "What? Are they all rumors? What do you mean to Xu Mo..."
Beside the car door on the other side, Yahan looked at the brightly lit airport hall and frowned slightly: "We are not together, but... if we want to get married, Xu Mo and I seem to be the most suitable, right?
"
"Appropriate?" Ruolin looked over with doubtful eyes.
"suitable."
"Well……"
She nodded and stopped talking about the topic. The two of them got into the car. Ruolin started the car and turned around with a smile.
"Welcome to Paris."
two,
"Human beings will shine with the strongest light when they are in a desperate state of mind. Humanity, strength, blood, and sentiment will burst out like burning. That is also the most brilliant moment for everyone..."
It seemed that a certain lolicon named Yu Shouxi had said something similar, but the specific facts... he had never seen it.
Blood, flames, dead bodies, collapsed walls and messy houses. The music played on the DVD was "Ode to Joy" by a certain choir. The blood-stained man was tied to a chair in the middle of the house and blocked with a towel.
Mouth, a man named Zhushen Wu Nian stood in front of him, holding a hammer in his right hand, beating the time like a baton, his eyes slightly closed, a little selfless in the music.
"Da da da da... holy and beautiful, the bright light shines on the earth, we are full of fiery enthusiasm... da da da da da da..."
The music played to a certain point, and a bang of gunshots rang out in another room, followed by chaotic gunshots. The intoxicated expressions of the gods froze in mid-air, and then, the hammer in their hands slammed down, and the person was about to be killed.
One of the fingers of the man tied to the chair was smashed to pieces. He spread his hands and looked at the broken room.
"Li Ming - Dao Xu, please can you be a little quieter, is it okay to be quiet?"
"OK, I'll try..."
The man's answer came from the gunfire over there, and the gods blinked and nodded: "Great..." Before he could finish his words, the rumble of a grenade explosion swept through the entire villa and was weakened.
Waves of air rolled in from the door, blowing his hair to dance. The man froze there for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly and shook his head. His eyes turned back to the man's face on the chair, which was twisted in pain, and to where he was smashed.
The bleeding fingers turned back to the hammer in their hands, with a painful expression on their faces, and they made helpless gestures.
"Oh... this is really... you know, I'm really sorry, oh... this must hurt, but I can't control myself when I'm disturbed. This is a... bad habit." He held up his hands.
Dancing in the air, he then patted the man's distorted face a few times, "Beautiful music, magnificent flames, it's such a beautiful day. On such a day, you feel the most brilliant moment in your life, and there is a connection between us."
Fierce collision, fierce... Imagine that two lives that were originally unrelated suddenly had such a fierce intersection, what should this be called... fate, no, fate, just fate, Joseph..."
He looked into the man's red eyes, with a slightly nervous smile on his face. Then, he hit the hammer with another bang. Veins popped up on the man's forehead, and blood almost oozed from his twisted face.
"You see, that's it, right? You must feel that this intersection is so strong. Every time I think about this kind of thing, I will be very excited... Pain, pain can make people feel their own survival, what a wonderful feeling, although
Some people try to avoid it. Joseph Joseph Joseph, that's the look in the eyes, that's the way it is... You know what? I knew we could be friends from the first time I saw your photo..."
He swung the hammer in his hand twice, but did not smash it down. He took out a CD case from the side with his other hand: "Look, I like this CD very much. It's great music. We have similar tastes in music, but
..." With a bang, the hammer finally hit.
"But I didn't find the song 'Blue Caribbean' in your collection." He rummaged through the CDs on the shelf, and everything was thrown to the floor. Then he turned around and spread his hands, "
This song can make people feel a kind of magnificence, just like the sound of nature. You must listen to it if you have the chance... You know, I would be happy to introduce the beauty of this song to you in detail, but unfortunately we cannot
There is no more time. As a friend, I just want you to do me a little favor and tell me where he is. You know... all you need to do is just nod your head, and then I know I can block you.
Take the damn thing off your mouth, you said it, I'll leave, and then you can go to the store and buy that song back, listen to it all day long without being disturbed, and have a good night's sleep... It's up to you.
There are only two fingers left on my left hand..."
boom--
"Okay... now there's only one left..."
The music continued, and the gunshots continued in the villa. For a moment, a siren sounded faintly outside the window. The police car stopped outside the villa. Zhushen Wunian took a deep breath, and then shouted over there: "Please
——Can you make this world a little quieter?”
"OK, I will try my best..."
As soon as the voice in the room on the other side finished, red flames shot out from the window on the other side. The shooting of the rocket launcher cut through the night. The police car exploded and raised an astonishing flame. At the same time, it brought huge shocks. The sound of music was shaken by this huge blast.
The explosion covered the past. Zhushen Wunian rubbed his forehead and spoke to the man in front of him: "Bazooka, I didn't even know he had a rocket launcher. You know, he is a madman..." He walked aside to adjust the DVD and stretched out his fingers.
Pointing to his forehead, "...there is a problem here."
The two of them continued to look at each other amidst the sound of music. God Wu Nian hummed a song. After a moment, he reached out and pointed to the side. In the air, a faint sound of crying could be heard from one side of the room. A tied man
Before there was a look of fear in his eyes, the gods suddenly turned to the other side and spoke: "I have said it a hundred times, can you be quiet?" With this shout that shook the room, a gun was fired at the gods.
Shen Wu Nian's hand continuously emitted firelight. The man nodded desperately, and the bullet had penetrated the cabinet on one side of the room. A corpse fell out of the cabinet. It was a child of fifteen or sixteen years old. The gods had no idea.
Nian shook the pistol and sighed.
"Oh, he looks so much like you, your eldest son... You see, I have actually known that they were hiding here for a long time. My request is very simple. I just want them to be quiet, really quiet.
, but why can't I be satisfied with this trivial request? This kind of thing really makes me very sad, all the time... very sad. The world is like this, even if it is a trivial request, you often have to
To be satisfied... Did you notice that I used the word 'them'? I know there is one in the cabinet next to me, but you saw it, I am very fair... Oh, by the way, I noticed that you were nodding just now,
I'm sorry, I will help you put these things away. If we could communicate in such a friendly atmosphere early in the morning, such a...regrettable thing would not have happened."
He curled his lips: "...This is all your fault."
Three minutes later, Zhu Shen Wu Nian wiped the blood stains on his sleeves with a tissue, and met another man at the door of the villa. The flames were burning in the villa behind them, and the music of "Ode to Joy" came from the villa.
, far in the night sky, there seemed to be a large police force rushing towards this direction.
"If I knew I would be attacked, I would never live in such a remote place." A companion named Liming Daoxu held a metal box in his hand and looked back at the burning villa, "Where to go next?"
"France." Zhu Shen Wu Nian tilted his head, "That guy went to Paris to attend some messy financial summit. He received news of an assassination and left early this morning... Ha, politician..."
"Paris, I like that city."
"I hate France."
"Why?"
"The French are against everything, they even oppose their own country and government, and they euphemistically call it freedom..." He reached out and threw the tissue into the fire of the police car on the side of the road. "In my opinion, they are the same as those who pursue individuality and oppose everything.
Children are no different...even though their country and government are really stupid."
"Oh." Liming Daoxu nodded noncommittally, "But speaking of Paris, we may see Minamoto Yori and his partners in the past."
Gods Wu Nian stopped: "Are they in Paris?"
"There is a mission that requires the assassination of a French dignitary. I guess I will let them do it on the way."
"Okay." Before the police car arrived, they opened the door of the car parked on the side of the road, "Let's go to Paris."
…
"You know he's Chinese, and I hate Chinese people."
"Of course...because you are a patriot."
"Yes, all Japanese should hate Chinese."
The wind helped the fire, and the music of "Ode to Joy" spread far in the night sky...
three,
"Although we are familiar with each other...I will still sue you for defamation..."
On a rainy morning, in a cafe on the left bank of the Seine, Minamoto Yori Toso threw the newspaper on the table and frowned slightly.
"That matter has nothing to do with me." Across the dining table, the young partner was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper without raising his head. "Besides, you really don't like women."
"I like women."
As Minamoto Yori Toso stated, his partner put down the newspaper, raised his head, and looked at each other.
"Okay, it has nothing to do with me anyway..." He tilted his head after a moment, "But that woman is really good in bed."
"Have you been there?"
"Last year... I would only recommend it to you if it has quality. I think you should have a wider range of interests. After all, being constantly speculated about being gay is not a happy thing..."
"Are you sleeping with women just to prove that you're not gay?"
"Well, it's just a suggestion...and she has been interested in you for a long time. Your rejection will definitely make her very sad..."
"Will you be sad?"
"..."
There was silence for a long time before my partner picked up the coffee and took a sip: "Maybe... maybe..."
"oh."
Neither of them had much say in whether they were sad or not. With a shrug and a smile, the topic ended here. After a while, the two of them had breakfast and walked out of the door. Each held an umbrella and passed through the crowd. Minamoto Yoritomo
Chuang buttoned up his sleeves as he walked: "We'll do it the day after tomorrow. Two days should be enough to do the investigation. How about you?"
The partner frowned slightly and glanced at the rain-shrouded Seine River: "Confirm the mission, and then go to visit the grave."
"Natalie's?"
"Well, this is your first time doing something like this. What should you pay attention to?"
"Comb sweeping...just cleaning..."
"Well, cleaning..."
"Give me something you liked to eat before you died..."
The two of them stopped at the intersection and looked at the pedestrians around them. They were both a little funny. Speaking of which, each of them had harvested more than three digits of lives on their hands. They had never done such a thing as sweeping a grave. But it makes sense when you think about it.
Grave sweeping is nothing more than cleaning. The partner nodded, chewing on the meaning of the words, and then pointed to the turn to the left, while Minamoto no Yori pointed to the right. The two turned around and separated, and walked a few steps. Minamoto heard the sound coming from behind.
Voice: "Uh, I said..."
"What?" His partner looked at him a few steps away.
"Personally, if you really care about someone, wouldn't it be better to find another woman for everyone to see?"
Minamoto Yori Chaochuang nodded: "Move the target?"
"Move the target."
Regardless of whether they are killers or agents, people in the dark world generally have nothing to worry about, because once they are attacked, the enemy will use all possible means. There is no morality in this world, probably because he has sensed the thoughts in his heart.
Some kind of unstable factors would make a partner speak out about this kind of thing. Even if they are partners, there are not many people in their profession who would give advice on each other's private matters. Minamoto Yori Toso smiled: "I understand.
...You are still as rational as ever."
"Just hoping to stay alive."
"The situation is a bit special." Minamoto no Yori Tosohiro said, "For example...how do you feel about Natalie?"
"You mean love?" He was already talking about the dead person. His partner thought for a while and said, "I think...it probably doesn't count. I can't summarize it, but I will feel sad when she dies."
"For me, it's probably a symbol, or a connecting point or something."
"Symbol, connection point..." The ordinary-looking young man in the crowd laughed clearly, "I understand. Although I can't empathize with it, I think I know what it is."
"See you tonight."
"See you tonight."
They turned around and parted ways.
…
He held an umbrella and walked through the streets of Paris in the rain.
Just want to live...
Of course, life is not that simple. As a life, it must have various meanings.
His code name for becoming a killer is "Hallucination", and currently he is called Bai Ye. The code name is just a code name, and it does not have any meaning in itself. Although many people have said that this code name suits him very well. It obviously exists, but it doesn't feel like it at all.
Generally speaking, he obviously killed the target, but in hindsight, it seems that it never happened at all. Even the fact that someone lost his life seemed like a dream. He was just like an ordinary person doing what ordinary people should do.
, in his hands, murder is neither the intensity of destruction nor the decadence of disappearance. Everything is ordinary and reasonable.
Killing is just killing, just like everyone has what they are doing. His childhood experience determines what he is best at. It is probably meaningless to say that he cannot help himself or the cruelty of struggle. It is only now, and it is determined by the unchangeable
It is a accumulation of the past. Some people work as mechanics, some play football, and some play the piano, but he just kills people. There is nothing abnormal about this, and he does not get any pain or embarrassing emotions from it.
Of course we have encountered difficult situations, but it must be the same as when a technician encounters a machine tool that is difficult to repair, an athlete encounters a ball game with a disparity in strength, and a pianist encounters a complicated music score. Every walk of life has its own difficulties, and it is just a matter of overcoming them.
He neither likes nor dislikes the profession of killer. Simply put, there is nothing in this world that impresses him more. He is born with a talent that can deconstruct all complex things and can quickly figure out machinery.
The principles of it can also quickly understand the basis for the establishment of rules, what kind of things such rules are established for, how to optimize them, and what kind of shortcomings they have. Laws, ethics, universal values, etc. can all be broken down one by one.
, at a glance, everything is transformed into original parts. In this way, everything must be the same.
Therefore, he can probably understand that various people have various emotions. Although he cannot empathize with them, he can also understand what Minamoto Yori Toso's emotions are like, where they come from, and why he is struggling.
He will not feel contempt for any emotion, nor will he have the slightest awe. Maybe one day he will fall into some kind of emotion, such as love, fear, or heartbreak. It is natural, but now, he still maintains
A normal heart.
I can understand it, but I can't empathize with it.
If there are books, then read; if there are paintings, then appreciate them; if there is a piano, then play; if there is a microphone, then sing; if there is a car, then go somewhere; if there is a request, then complete it; if there is a gun, then shoot it; if there is a talent for killing,
, then take life.
Since there is music in the world, you should dance with it. If you dance with the music of the world, everything should be taken for granted.
He bought a bouquet of flowers at the flower shop at the end of the street, and then took a taxi to the Fourth District of Paris. He walked around the block near the municipal building several times. At about 10:30, he went to a coffee near a hotel.
He sat down in the cafe, which had a wide view. He sat down near the window, ordered a drink, and listened to the music in the cafe.
The target's information, habits, and many other things have been provided in advance, but in order to take action, it naturally requires personal investigation. He and Minamoto no Yoritomo chose different directions. It was not the first time for Paris, and it was the first time he met Natalie.
Here, he revisited it several times later. After Natalie died, he also buried her here. He only needed to observe some recent small changes in the environment. What he wanted to investigate were other things related to people.
thing.
Thinking of Natalie, he felt a little sad.
What does she like to eat?
Of course I remember things. The original summary of things about her is enough to fill a large book, but now when I think about it, it always feels a bit unreal, like sitting in a movie theater watching other people's stories. She is already dead, so that's it.
What I killed was nothing more than that. Life ends. Life must have an end. It is normal. Only when there is an end can it be complete. I will also have such a day, clearly.
Just thinking about it, when the neatly dressed blond waiter came to refill his glass, two cars drove past the drizzly street outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. He stood up from his seat and the car stopped at the entrance of the hotel.
The target got out of the car, escorted by bodyguards.
Holding a bouquet in his hand, he walked through the aisle to the hotel lobby. When he reached the exit of the aisle, the cell phone whose number only one person knew rang. He pressed the call button: "Hello."
"I just received news that someone inquired about our mission through the headquarters. Although it is inconsistent with the procedures, it should not be hidden from them... Zhushen Wu Nian came to Paris."
While listening to the conversation, he lowered his head and walked straight towards the group of people who happened to enter the hall. Four bodyguards were guarding an important government official with a slightly convex head. When he approached without realizing it, the bodyguard closest to him stretched out his hand.
Blocking him, the two of them bumped into each other. The bouquet in his hand fell apart and the flowers fell to the ground.
"I understand...it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I will do it myself..."
He leaned over to pick up the bouquet again, and the bodyguard who collided with him also bent down to help. After a moment of insignificant confusion, he threw the scattered bouquet into the trash can and walked towards the door of the hall. The dignitaries were guarded by the bodyguards.
Continue to the elevator inside.
He put away his phone and frowned.
Things seem to be getting complicated. Should we just resolve the task before that happens?
Looking back, the elevator door had just opened in front of the group of people, and the dignitary's body was in the field of view. It was not that he was unsure, nor was it a complicated task. It didn't matter if he acted recklessly now. He put his right hand on the corner of his clothes, and in an instant
, countless thoughts flashed through my mind...
Four,
"No need to go to such trouble, I can do it myself..."
Lights, heating, and thick curtains came out of the steaming bathroom. Yahan was tilting her head and drying her long black hair with a hair dryer. A good friend named Li Ruolin was arranging the pillows on the bed for her.
"If we don't open the door at this time, will it delay business?"
"It's okay, we can open it in the afternoon."
This is a house in Chinatown in the 4th arrondissement of Paris. Li Ruolin opened a video store here, and she lives above the store. She has always lived alone. Although the room is not many, it is very warmly decorated.
, there are also a lot of things piled up in this room, such as discs, books, a computer on the desk by the window, and some messy small objects. Although the area is not large, in the days when winter is coming, it is very suitable.
The steam wafting out of the bathroom seemed particularly warm. Yahan blew her hair and sat by the bed.
"I really envy you, living alone without any restrictions."
"What's there to envy?" Li Ruolin looked back at her, blinking in confusion, and then smiled like a crescent moon, "I envy you when you are surrounded by blessings and don't know how to be blessed. You have a big company and a villa at home.
There are still many people chasing the car, so why don’t I ask my uncle if he still needs a daughter next time I see him? I also have a lot of experience in business management."
"It's very troublesome. Just managing the company is not enough..." Yahan sighed and fell on the bed, with the hair dryer swinging in her hand. Li Ruolin took a pillow to lean on and lay down on the bed: "I haven't asked you yet.
, suddenly ran over, what’s going on?”
"Forced marriage."
"With Xu Mo?"
Yahan curled her lips: "I'm not talking about him, anyone can do it. Anyway... we have to resolve this matter..."
"Is it okay to be pregnant?"
"As long as you're pregnant."
Li Ruolin nodded. Although the Zhang family is not a big or small family, Zhang Jing'an, Yahan's father, has only one daughter. Without a son as a successor, Yahan's task is naturally very heavy.
, putting aside her feelings for the moment, Yahan herself has an incurable kidney disease from childhood, and as the heir of a large company, it is impossible for her to marry into someone else's family and become a wife. Her father's love for her
The hope may not be strictly about marriage, but after all, she hopes that she can have a child, preferably a boy, so that she can take over the Zhang family's property sooner in the future.
"In that case, Xu Mo is more suitable for you... He likes you, and there is an eldest brother in the family who will inherit the family business. I remember that he has a very easy-going personality. I guess he doesn't have any objections to things like marrying into the family. Besides, these days
How can there be any saying about marrying into your wife or not marrying into your wife? By marrying you, their whole family will take advantage..."
"What's the point of taking advantage and not taking advantage...I really never thought about being with Xu Mo. He's a good person, but I always feel like there's something missing..."
"Exciting?" Ruolin blinked, "Xu Mo's character is indeed quite stable..."
"No...you don't think I would like those little boys looking for excitement, do you?"
"You will definitely not be a frivolous boy. You are the kind of woman who looks obedient but is actually wild at heart. Don't you know? I just want a vigorous relationship to trap you.
After conquering you, you will be willing to wash away your luster and live a life with others. The character of traditional oriental women is like this. To put it bluntly, they are boring."
"Nonsense." Yahan laughed.
The two women lay on the bed together. After a while, Li Ruolin turned over and said with great interest, "I will take you to a party tomorrow night and see if I can find the vigorous love you want."
"what?"
"There are spontaneous parties around, you'll know if you go there."
Yahan thought for a while: "...you are the one who is boring."
The two women then laughed on the bed.
The winter rain in Paris fell freely and freely, giving people a colder feeling than heavy rain or snowstorms. It was so long that it seemed to soak into one's bones. Li Ruolin only opened the video and record store at noon. The store was completely suitable for both refined and popular tastes.
The layout includes DVD discs of the latest movie blockbusters, as well as a large number of vinyl discs that were only popular in the first half of the last century and are now only collected by collectors or music enthusiasts.
Although Li Ruolin's family background may not be as good as Yahan's, she is also a rich man and is not short of money. She opened the store purely out of interest and to pass the time. The shelves of discs are lined up in warm lights, and they are all kinds of cute.
Or warm little ornaments, the heating is pleasant, looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can immediately compare how bleak the weather is outside, how warm the store is, and being able to enjoy your favorite music in such a warm world.
What a happy thing.
In addition to Li Ruolin, the store also invited a Chinese girl from nearby to help. Li Ruolin called her Xiaotang. She was about 18 or 19 years old, with a delicate appearance and fashionable clothes. She was probably a Chinese who grew up in France. She speaks Chinese.
It's not very standard, but it's really cute to hear Lin Ruolin introduce Yahan and say "Sister Yahan". After lunch, Li Ruolin handed over the shop to Xiaotang, and accompanied Yahan under an umbrella to visit the people she met nearby.
Some Chinese people.
In this way, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon when they came out of someone else's house. The two of them held an umbrella together and walked back along the road affectionately. This time they took a special detour, and when they approached a corner of the road, they mentioned Li Ruolin.
Yahan's parents came, and Yahan naturally knew the couple. They had called them uncle and aunt since they were children. They died in a car accident in France a few years ago and were buried in a cemetery not far away.
Unlike many other cities, many of Paris's cemeteries are scattered throughout the city, and cemeteries of famous people will also become tourist attractions. The cemetery in front is naturally not that lively. It is located between residential areas and business districts.
Surrounded by a steel fence, it looked quiet and solemn under the blue sky. The two went in to pay homage. Standing in front of the tombstone soaked by the rain, Li Ruolin laughed softly: "Bring some oranges tomorrow, they always like it."
It’s edible, but it’s not cut into pieces, it has to be peeled by hand. How do you call it in China?”
"Ponkan?"
"Yes, ponkans, cut tangerines... There are more navel oranges sold here, but they are also more difficult to peel..."
Li Ruolin sighed, looked at her parents' tombstones, and talked about the classification of oranges. Although it was winter, there were still a few weeds stubbornly growing out of the ground. She squatted down and pulled them out, standing
When he got up, he looked at his companion beside him with some confusion: "Yahan?"
"Look at that person, he's so strange..."
"Um?"
Following Yahan's finger, Li Ruolin looked over there.
The light rain was still falling. In front of a grave more than ten meters away from them, an Oriental man was squatting there. It looked like an ordinary tomb sweeper, just like Li Ruolin's action of pulling weeds at the cemetery just now, but when he looked carefully,
You will find that because his movements are so focused, there is a strange sense of inconsistency. This person... is really cleaning the grave seriously.
In any case, he was so focused on squatting there that he was holding dish soap in one hand and a rag in the other, vigorously cleaning the tombstone and the marble slab that should have the inscription on it. Even when the rain fell, he didn't
Holding an umbrella, just letting the light rain drizzle, your hair is completely soaked, hanging on the side of your face with water droplets falling continuously, and all your clothes will inevitably be spared. In such weather, even a healthy person will get wet all over.
He was afraid that he might catch a cold, but he seemed to have no feeling at all and was just doing his own thing.
Although the tombstones in the cemetery did not appear dirty after being washed by rain, after the man's careful cleaning, the cemetery in front of him soon became unusually clean, completely standing out from the crowd, and it was clear at a glance
.
"It can't be the cemetery staff or something..."
"Probably not..."
"Who sweeps graves like this..."
The two women stood like that, murmuring a few words. Li Ruolin occasionally turned to look at Yahan, and saw Yahan looking at the man's movements, looking thoughtful. After a while, the man finished cleaning.
After squatting for a few seconds, they packed up the cleaning tools and turned around to leave. The two passed by the cemetery and took a look. There was a photo of a beautiful white woman on the tombstone, and below it was her name: Natalie Annes.
Other than that, it's just blank.
"He must love her very much..."
"What? Are you attracted to that man just now? He's not very handsome." Li Ruolin chuckled softly, "But he is powerful and reserved, which is very suitable for you who are boring and coquettish. It seems that he is an Oriental. I'll go find out.
After a while, maybe..."
"What the hell? I just feel..." She thought for a while, "I just feel..."
She couldn't tell what she felt, and she couldn't even see the other person's appearance clearly. However, only the focused eyes between the rain-drenched hair were engraved in her memory like a brand at this moment.
It seemed as if I could see it again as soon as I turned around. Perhaps in that look, the woman in the grave was the only existence.