Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"Five more minutes." He almost gritted his teeth, "Five more minutes, we really can't delay any longer!"

"Don't waste your time." Ye Kong said expressionlessly, "There are still ten minutes left, right? I will open my eyes wide and appreciate Wen Rong's distorted face, or do you want to stop the car and forcibly drag me out? In that case, you may waste a lot of time, and Wen Rong will run away by then, and you will never have such a chance again."

"Ye Kong!"

For the first time, Wen Can burst into such an uncontrolled scream, and his hands could hardly hold the steering wheel: "I really can't survive for you! Love can no longer save me! Such a death is an absolute relief for me, and can even be said to be happiness! Do you know how tormenting it is for me to be alive every day? Do you know how many broken and extreme thoughts I have to fight every day I live?"

"I hate Wen Rong so much that I want to tear off every piece of his flesh, but this hatred is also humiliating to me, because the more I hate him, the more it proves how deeply connected and emotional I once was with him. In order to hide and ignore this hatred, I have long since become less of a human being! Every night when I look at myself in the mirror, I feel that I am a stranger, a monster, not Chi Wandao's son, not Wen Can! And Chi Wandao... Chi Wandao..."

He took a deep breath, as if the night was not filled with black, transparent air, but with a red, burning fire that made his trachea and blood vessels ache so much that he had to tremble nervously. However, his voice softened instead, and every syllable and every word was filled with dense, exhausting restraint: "Ye Kong, do you know what Chi Wandao's death means to me?"

He was repeating something old, but it was obvious that he meant something different.

If the calm moment before, when he even said with a smile, "I know death is meaningless", was only the most superficial sincerity, then at this moment he was obviously determined to dig up this seemingly calm soil at all costs to let Ye Kong see the deepest rotten roots - just to prove to Ye Kong that it was really rotten and dead, beyond cure and no need to be saved; just to drive Ye Kong out of the car.

"As everyone knows, I lived a happy life in the first twenty years of my life, just like living in heaven, so I can't remember it. It was just a most ordinary afternoon ten years ago..."

It was really just an ordinary day.

He had experienced such afternoons thousands of times before, so that it was like a small tile on the lake, reflecting the undulations and being submerged in the vast rippling waves.

He had never remembered this small patch of water reflecting the sunlight.

But until his mother died, this little light, submerged in the shimmering light, suddenly became dazzling.

"At first it happened only once or twice, then more and more, more and more frequently, until it was like a curse and a seal engraved on my brain. As long as I live, it will follow me like a maggot on my tarsal bone."

“I always think of that afternoon.”

He took a deep and careful breath like an asthma patient. "My mother prepared the afternoon courseware before taking a nap. She also prepared electric fans, cold tea, bees, and a series of things needed for class. Then she suddenly told me... Everyone has this kind of moment, when the brain suddenly grabs an idea, but it's just absent-minded and casual. She told me, A-chan, when I die in the future..."

-

"Ah Can, when I die in the future, please don't write your name on my tombstone."

The woman's face was submerged in the afternoon sunlight, and her lazy voice seemed to be baked together, emitting warmth and infinite hope: "Just carve a word on it."

"You should write: 'Here lies the grave of a man who fought for his ideals his whole life.'"

“Nothing more than that,” she said.

-

"My memory became clearer and clearer. I gradually remembered her yawning and sleepy face, her untidy slippers and messy hair, her fingers stained with ink from writing, and the countless papers filled with scribbled formulas and numbers."

Wen Can murmured and repeated, "Here is buried a person who fought for her ideals all her life - this is the epitaph she had thought of a long time ago, but in the end she couldn't get it engraved. I can steal her ashes and move her relics to erect a new tombstone for her, but I know I still can't engrave it, I'll never be able to engrave it, do you know? I feel ashamed and painful even when I think of this and this sentence. I feel funny and want to laugh, but I also want to cry for no reason. Sometimes I think I've gone crazy a long time ago, because I can't figure it out, I can't accept it, I don't know if it was she who couldn't do it or this damn world and this damn fate that prevented her from doing it - if this is her fate, then what is her life all about, is it a joke? Is it just to prove that Wen Rong is actually an unforgivable villain and to make the audience cry and sigh?"

"I want to find some good meaning for her death, because when she was alive, she believed in the beauty of the world and love, but I can't find it."

Wen Can was trembling all over, but her face showed a detached expression: "You know? She signed a body donation form when she was very young, because she was a person who was very open to death. She felt that accidents were equal to everyone, so she hoped that when an accident befell her, she could help those in need for the last time, and at the same time comfort her husband and son, as if to show off, 'Look, even if I die, my death is very valuable'——"

His breathing almost stopped. "But in the end, she died without even an organ to donate."

"Ye Kong, tell me, how can I live in such a world?" Wen Can's eyes were full of bloodshot. He dug out his heart and his completely rotten roots, and threw them in front of Ye Kong hysterically. "How can I live in such an unreasonable world that tramples on my mother and me? I'm not doing this for Chi Wandao, I'm just doing this for myself. Maybe my mother herself can accept such a fate, but I can't. I, Wen Can, can't. As long as I open my eyes, I absolutely can't accept it. I can't continue to see the blue sky and white clouds, spring, summer, autumn and winter in such a world. I know that people can't deceive themselves when they are alive, and the flowers are smelly and the snow is black, but I don't want to accept these beautiful things. I would rather become blind and deaf than accept that there are indeed beautiful and normal things in this world that are worth loving, because this world has trampled on me and humiliated me so much..."

He was silent for a while, and finally said: "If I continue to live, continue to feel and enjoy love, I am applauding the world, cheering for this insult and trampling that I cannot accept, and I am insulting myself - just like watching Wen Rong continue to live."

"..."

The first wave of white has appeared on the skyline outside the window, and dawn is about to come.

But the red sports car was still speeding without stopping. It never looked around or slowed down for a second. It was always running wildly towards the depths of the darkness without distraction.

So time and space seemed to be cut in half.

Half of the world is in order, with countless cities and the people in them waking up, while the other half is sunk into a stagnant night that seems like it will never light up.

Ye Kong did not go to see the dawn of the other world.

She also stared at the darkness ahead without distraction.

Only her hands on her knees were shaking slightly, but her voice didn't tremble at all: "I know."