overdue lover

Seeing Gu Yinmo come out of Ji Qinglin's room, Luo Huan and Xie Lanchuan stood up at the same time and looked at him.

"He's asleep." Gu Yinmo briefly explained to Xie Lanchuan, then looked at Luo Huan, "Car keys."

Luo Huan hesitated to hand over the car keys, a little worried, "It's so late, you..."

With just one look, Luo Huan immediately fell silent and obediently handed over the key.

Gu Yinmo raised his chin to signal Luo Huan, "Go back and rest."

Luo Huan pursed his lips hard, nodded and left Ji Qinglin's house.

Xie Lanchuan stopped Gu Yinmo who was about to walk out, "I will leave tomorrow."

"Yeah." Gu Yinmo didn't look back.

Xie Lanchuan was complicated by his indifference to Ji Qinglin and his contradictory concern for him, and he couldn't help but said: "Can I take the liberty to ask... What kind of blood feud between you and Ji Qinglin is worth it? ?”

Gu Yinmo turned sideways, raised his eyes and stared at Xie Lanchuan coldly.

Xie Lanchuan forced a smile, "I'm not a good person, I just want to know the reason... To be honest, what you said to Ji Qinglin is really the worst excuse I've ever heard."

Gu Yinmo obviously had no interest in chatting with Xie Lanchuan. He raised his wrist and lowered his eyes to look at his watch, as if he had an appointment with someone and was in a hurry to leave.

Xie Lanchuan shrugged and gave up exploring, "Forget it, this is your private matter, and I am the one talking too much."

Gu Yinmo tilted his head, agreeing with his words.

Xie Lanchuan sent him to the elevator, and seeing Gu Yinmo's walking posture, he suddenly asked, "Mr. Gu's leg...has it been injured?"

Gu Yinmo paused, "I have good eyesight."

Xie Lanchuan raised his eyebrows when he praised himself, "Indeed."

"Five lives." Before the elevator closed, Gu Yinmo said in a low voice.

Xie Lanchuan was startled, and was about to ask something, but the elevator door was already closed tightly.

Gu Yinmo quietly looked at the metal elevator doors that fit perfectly, his frosty expression was reflected in the frame of the elevator.

Saying those four words didn't ease the depression in his heart, but he didn't mind letting Xie Lanchuan know the reason for the hatred.

Gu Yinmo is sure that Xie Lanchuan is at most a passerby, and will not come back after leaving, and will not have any impact on the outcome of the matter.

He got into the car and subconsciously glanced back in the rearview mirror.

The acquaintance fell asleep peacefully in the bedroom. For more than 100 days, he failed to escape his trap.

This kind of knowledge made Gu Yinmo feel at ease. He lowered his head, the old wounds ran across his palms, and the pain of holding the blade had been forgotten, but the scene was still vivid in his mind.

When he woke up in the ICU, he turned his head and saw two people talking face to face outside the viewing window.

Those were the people he loved the most in his life.

But in a blink of an eye, they all left.

It was also such a spring night and such a starry sky. Gu Yinmo, who was holding an outstanding graduate certificate, rushed to the operating room of the hospital, and the certificate in his hand was stained with scarlet blood.

At 03:30 in the morning, doctors pronounced her dead.

The paper in Gu Yinmo's hand has been torn and wrinkled.

Every time he stares at his palm, Gu Yinmo always feels that he is still sitting on the bench outside the operating room, his hands are covered with blood, he can't escape that nightmare, he can only cycle in it again and again until death comes.

The car was driving on the national highway on the outskirts of Lucheng, and the sign of "Fushouyuan Cemetery" was looming under the dim lights.

Gu Yinmo stepped on the accelerator heavily, the rumble of the car cut through the silence of the night, and the headlights shot through the gradually enveloping mist.

The gold-plated characters of "Fushouyuan Cemetery" are very graceful on the wide and tall stone archway, behind which is a temple building.

To enter the cemetery, you have to pass through the gate of the temple. There is a side room next to the gate, which is lit all year round.

Gu Yinmo sat in the car and made a call. Someone got up in the ear room, and the call was quickly answered.

"Hello, Mr. Gu."

The car lights flashed, and Gu Yinmo motioned to him, "Uncle Sun, open the door."

Uncle Sun said hello respectfully, and then the door slowly opened.

After parking the car, Uncle Sun had already put on his military overcoat and was standing beside the car waiting for Gu Yinmo.

"Long time no see, do you mind interrupting me so late?" Gu Yinmo rarely had the mood to joke with Uncle Sun.

Uncle Sun clasped his hands together, arched his back, and replied with his head down: "Mr. Gu, you are the boss here, you can come whenever you want."

The faint smile on Gu Yinmo's face disappeared, replaced by the usual indifference.

"Take me to see the ever-burning lantern."

Uncle Sun bowed and made a "please" gesture.

The main hall where the lanterns are lit is in the center of the cemetery. In front of it is an artificial river, and behind it there are rolling hills. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The master of Fengshui said that this is a rare place suitable for the rest of the dead.

After the completion of the main hall, Gu Wangshan invited countless monks to come here to chant scriptures, and the lonely soul who hoped to die in vain reached the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss early under the blessing of the mantra.

The scriptures of the past life were recited for 49 days. It is rumored that in the few days after the monk left, the cemetery keeper who lived here could still hear the humming of chanting.

Stepping into the main hall, a burst of coolness permeated the body, and Gu Yinmo stopped after crossing the high wooden threshold.

Looking up, the statue of Avalokitesvara holding a lotus with drooping eyes, which is more than ten meters high, is facing him.

Avalokitesvara does not look like a traditional Buddhist statue, but more like a lifelike person.

Standing upright on a high platform, she wears a jeweled crown, with round pearls and jade beads, and her expression is neither sad nor happy. When she looks closely, there is compassion in her eyes, as if lamenting the hatred, ignorance and greed in the world, and as if sniffing the lotus in her hand.

She just stood in the coffin-like shrine, looking at people's smiles and tears dignifiedly and compassionately.

Gu Yinmo frowned unconsciously, trying to relieve the soreness in his eyes.

"Mr. Gu, do you want to pay your respects?" Uncle Sun asked slowly from the side.

Uncle Sun's abrupt voice brought Gu Yinmo back to his senses, he shook his head, "Take me to light the ever-burning lamp."

Uncle Sun walked around the small altar where the Buddha statues were enshrined, and led Gu Yinmo to the back of the Avalokitesvara statue.

Behind the statue of Avalokitesvara stands two statues of boys, a boy and a girl, the boy holds a sword, and the girl holds a jade wishful thinking, back to back with the Avalokitesvara statue.

Gu Yinmo closed his eyes forcefully, as if trying to endure something, Uncle Sun hurriedly stood in front of him, "Mr. Gu, this way please."

Gu Yinmo realized that he had lost his composure, restrained his emotions, and entered the underground palace along the steps under the leadership of Uncle Sun.

The underground palace is dark, only the lights under the feet guide the direction.

On both sides of the aisle are all the ever-burning lamps invited by the relatives of the deceased for them, each of which is lit, and the dancing flames illuminate the path of the deceased.

At the end of the passage was a door painted black, and next to the door stood a Barbie doll by the lamp.

According to the rules and safety regulations, flammable objects such as plastic dolls are not allowed here.

Gu Yinmo stopped and looked at it for a few seconds.

"Ah, this one just moved in a few days ago. She is only seven years old. She was involved in a car accident. Her mother said that the child likes Barbie dolls. She is afraid... that she will be afraid on the road. I will make an exception and allow her to put it here. Don't worry, 49 It will be taken away in days to come." Uncle Sun hastily explained.

Huangquan Road is too dark to see the end, it is good to have someone to accompany you.

Gu Yinmo picked up the doll, brushed its golden hair with his fingers, and put it back.

"Go buy a glass cover tomorrow, let's put it here." Gu Yinmo turned sideways to Uncle Sun.

Uncle Sun made a note of it in his heart and nodded.

The two passed through several doors and came to the depths of the underground palace.

The fire-tree-shaped ever-burning lamp in the center of the underground palace is facing the Bodhisattva statue in the main hall. The fire tree has been burning for many years, and the metal branches are not worn out or aged. The world's top wax oil smells like a sandalwood fragrance.

Gu Yinmo stopped in front of the fire tree, silently, the candlelight reflected his eyes red, as if burning in his eyes.

He squinted his eyes, and through the firelight, they were still red.

There were screams, shouts, the screech of an ambulance, and finally, the bang of the incinerator.

Gu Yinmo's temple was stabbed, and the red in front of his eyes began to be unrecognizable. He subconsciously reached out to cover his right ear, but the tinnitus sounded like a magic voice pouring into his mind, making him feel a little dazed.

Uncle Sun looked at Gu Yinmo worriedly, and sighed, "Mr. Gu, what are you here to see?"

Gu Yinmo took a deep breath and put down his hands expressionlessly.

What to come to see, whether to see the familiar Bodhisattva statue, or to see the two children who have never met, or to see the old man who was imprisoned to death, Gu Yinmo doesn't know the answer.

He was so tired and just wanted to find a place to rest.

But the cemetery where the dead gather has become a quiet place for him, a living person.

"Uncle Sun." Gu Yinmo said suddenly.

Uncle Sun straightened his body, "Mr. Gu, I am here."

The corners of Gu Yinmo's lips were pursed, with an indescribable dead air all over his body.

He reached out to fiddle with the small clump of fireworks on the fire tree, but Uncle Sun stopped him.

"Mr. Gu, this is the lamp for the deceased to move forward. You can't move it casually." Sun Bo's cloudy eyes also looked at the tree of fire. "When the lamp goes out, people will not be able to find their way."

Gu Yinmo withdrew his fingers and asked casually, "You said... where did they go?"

Uncle Sun was transferred here by Gu Yinmo as an administrator. He knew the secrets of it well, and he couldn't say anything to comfort Gu Yinmo, so he could only shake his head, "I don't know, but... madam, they should have entered After reincarnation, you should let it go sooner."

"Let it go..." Gu Yinmo raised his hand and brushed back the shattered hair hanging from his forehead, and laughed dumbly, "I killed them, how can I let it go? What qualifications do I have to let it go?"

Uncle Sun shook his head again, "How does Mr. Gu know that Madam has a grudge against you?"

Gu Yinmo swayed, and her broken hair fell down again. She was clearly dressed luxuriously, but she had a different kind of decadence.

"...I often dream about how they died, does that count?" Gu Yinmo looked at Uncle Sun.

Uncle Sun still had that expression as calm as water, and shook his head for the third time, trying to persuade him: "That can only mean that your obsession is too deep."

"Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in human beings. Birth is suffering, old age is suffering, illness is suffering, death is suffering, separation from love, resentment and hatred, not being able to get what you want, and the five yins are flaming. What I have endured is the same as that of the world, nothing more than the meeting of resentment and hatred, and the separation of love."

"But the world goes on and on, and everyone will have a day when Yin and Yang are separated, and a broken mirror can't be reconciled. You are too obsessed, and you are hurting yourself."

obsession...

Gu Yinmo hooked the corners of his lips, smiled wryly, and his voice trembled imperceptibly, "So, you also think I shouldn't take revenge on them?"

Uncle Sun sighed from the bottom of his heart, and could only stop: "The sea of ​​bitterness has no limit, and the shore is the same when you turn back."

Gu Yinmo looked at the top of the fire tree, and seemed to see the downcast eyes of the Guanyin statue, who was merciful to all living beings.

【Speak】

I feel a little uncomfortable writing this chapter

Alas, Lao Gu is actually a poor person. He has been looking for a suitable distance from Ji Qinglin, but he has not found it yet. Both of them have personality flaws. Growing up together and redeeming each other are the subjects they must go through.

But judging from now, there is a trend of be, but rest assured that it will not be

Good night in advance! ! !