like the abyss

City C is rainy in autumn, but today is a rare sunny day.Opening the car door, the moisture in the mountains seeped into the jacket densely with the autumn coolness.Lu Yuan pulled up his collar, and a leaf at his feet was blown in a circle by the wind and fell further away.

Auntie was waiting at the door, and when she saw Lu Yuan get out of the car, she bent over, "Master."

Lu Yuan hadn't heard others call him like that for a long time, and he was in a daze for a moment, then handed the key to the servant waiting at the side, and followed her into the door, "Where's Lu Jiming?"

Auntie heard him call the master's name directly, her face was a little ugly, and she forced a smile, "Mr. Lu will be waiting for you in the greenhouse after lunch."

After finishing speaking, he walked around the screen wall and pointed to the mountain, "Just go forward."

Lu Yuan nodded and walked in along the green brick road.This house was built next to Lemon Mountain. The courtyard undulates according to the mountain, and at the end is a pond that was built to strengthen Fengshui when it was first built.Lu Yuan judged the direction based on his impression, and the blue brick road just led to the pool.

The flower house that my aunt mentioned is a sun room, most of which were newly built in the past two years.As soon as Lu Yuan entered the door, he was choked by the turbulent heat.

The air is sticky and humid, and the lingering aroma of tropical flowers is endless. The huge plant leaves block the view, and the too bright light makes it impossible to hide.

The vitality is too strong, but it produces a dying and decaying smell.

A wooden platform was laid in the center of the greenhouse. On the platform was a square table and two rocking chairs, one of which had a person sitting on it, with its back facing Lu Yuan.Lu Yuan bypassed the vanilla on the shelf that was almost turned into a chemical weapon, and sat down on another rocking chair.

Lu Jiming closed his eyes.

The gray hair is neatly combed, but dry like grass, the temples are sunken, the flesh on the cheeks hangs down, losing the texture of the skin, the lips are white and bloodless, with a hint of purple in them.The room was unnervingly warm, and he was wrapped in a heavy blanket.

Sensing that someone was coming, Lu Jiming moved his eyelids, opened them to look at Lu Yuan.

Very strange.

Similar faces, but there is no similarity when you look closely, the corners of the eyes and brows are all cold and distant, and the amber pupils show a calm and inorganic quality in the sunlight.

Lu Jiming sighed softly, pointed to the table, "Help me read it."

Lu Yuan picked up the newspapers on the side table.

The ink has dried, but the smell is still there, attached to this thin layer of paper.

He read slowly, and Lu Jiming listened quietly.After finishing reading this edition, turning over with a clatter, Lu Jiming suddenly asked, "When did she leave?"

Lu Yuan paused.

It was late autumn when his mother died.The ginkgo tree in the back garden has lost all its leaves, and the roses are gone, leaving a bunch of pruned and thin branches.

That autumn has no concept of time.She didn't want to see other people, and her aunt only dared to come in late at night to do things.She restrained Lu Yuan from letting him go to school, and Lu Yuan couldn't go out, so he could only torture each other with her in the barren grave-like house.

On the morning of her death, Lu Yuan was counting the leaves left on the ginkgo branches.

The rest of the memory is even more hazy.The doctor wearing a mask had sharp eyes, and the housekeeper asked in a solemn voice when Lu Yuan saw her for the last time.Servants came and went, someone outside the door stretched his neck to see the dead man's face.The curtains were half opened, dust was floating in the beam of light, and at the end was the quilt that had slipped to the ground.The noise in the master bedroom is like a morning market, and it seems that there is a layer of glass, so you can't really hear it.

Death deprives man of dignity.

Lu Yuan put down the newspaper, "I forgot."

He never actually knew.

Lu Jiming turned his face away and murmured, as if he was talking to him, but also as if he was talking to himself, "I don't even remember what she looks like."

Lu Yuan touched his wrist, but said nothing.

Lu Jiming closed his eyes and let the sunlight shine through the glass on his eyelids, as if this would help him recall.

"At that time, my father's investment failed, Lu's capital chain was broken, and he owed huge debts. He didn't want to file for bankruptcy, and without a will, he jumped directly from the top of the newly built office building."

"Fang Ping and I have been together for several years, and we agreed to get married after graduation, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen. I studied art and knew nothing about business management. I took over Lu's mess with a black eye. No No money, no one, no experience, really at the end of the rope."

"She is my only way out. Marry her, get investment, and stabilize the Lu family. I broke up with Fangping and married her."

"It was good at the beginning. Most of the people in the circle were married. After a long time, those who were not willing to be reconciled back then were almost forgotten. The Lu family has improved, and I have also started to work in the enterprise, and slowly found something wrong. "

"The Lu family has such a large plate. If it falls before, it will be divided among several companies. No one has the ability to take it all. The purpose of Zheng's capital injection is not mutual benefit, but to dilute the equity through financing and quietly eat up the Lu family. Zheng Guotao said Counted everything in one hand, except me."

"I kept Mrs. Lu at the price of putting her in an awkward position. She couldn't accept it. I felt ashamed and indulged her more and more, but I didn't expect her to be so extreme that it was unreasonable."

"Parties, companies, she goes crazy everywhere. I've had enough, but she's still Mrs. Lu. I put up with her in every possible way until she killed Fangping's child."

Lu Jiming glanced at Lu Yuan sadly, "That's my first child."

He gasped for a moment.

"She wanted a child to strengthen Mrs. Lu's position, so I gave her a child to be clean. That unborn child became my nightmare. I hate her, and I hate you. Occasionally, the housekeeper sends a message saying that you or her In the hospital again, I just feel relieved."

Lu Jiming covered his eyes with his hands.

"She passed away bleakly, I let go of my hatred. The hatred is gone, and I suddenly dare not look at you."

"You were never innocent."

"You didn't say a word, just stood aside coldly, with only a pair of eyes left in your whole body, looking at me, Fangping, and Ru'an, like the living creatures she left in the house. You and her , and the child who was not born in time are all my sins, and I can't bear it."

He let out a long sigh.

"sorry."

"You hate me, I have nothing to say."

Lu Yuan looked at him neither happy nor sad.

There seemed to be tears in Lu Jiming's eyes.The disease made him shriveled and weak, and he couldn't find the shadow of the rich and handsome man back then.He talked about the past related to her and Lu Yuan. Lu Yuan seemed to be listening to other people's stories without any fluctuations.

This apology is too late.

Time has smoothed the edges and corners of emotions and erased the details of memories.Lu Yuan is still trapped in her nightmare, but he can hardly remember her name.Fear and hatred lost their roots, and continued only by inertia, and Lu Yuan couldn't even find a reason to say "it doesn't matter".

It seemed to be raining again outside, the birds flitted across the surface of the pond, and the koi in the pond were frightened and fled in all directions.

Lu Yuan carefully folded the newspaper, got up and walked around the reclining chair opposite.The light was dim, and the shadows of the plants cast layers upon layers in the air, devouring the light on the platform.

***

When I got home, it hadn't rained yet, the air pressure was terribly low, and I felt a little drowsy.

Lu Yuan sat in the car and smoked a cigarette.

The small space brought a great sense of security, the smoke that brushed his cheeks was a bit gentle, the nicotine relaxed his nerves, and Lu Yuan finally had the real feeling of going home.

Going up the elevator, he sent a message to Bai Ru'an telling him that he had met Lu Jiming, put away his phone, and the elevator just stopped.

When the door opened, Lu Yuan and the people outside were all stunned.

Qin Suzheng was lying on the door of his house, his posture was twisted, and he was very abnormal.

Lu Yuan pressed the elevator door close button expressionlessly.

Qin Suzheng stepped forward in two steps, and stretched out his hand to block the elevator door that was about to close, "Don't get me wrong! Qin Xiaoer seems to be stuck!"