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"Ah! my dear child! You are all right!"

"Why do you say that - all is well?"

"Oh, don't you know? It's terrible! I thought you'd pay attention to the papers. It's terrible. Oh! During the few days you've been away, a great event has happened! Mikhail Bu Mr Vaye—died. Three days ago."

Mr. Lycchuschi stepped out of the car, shivering in the cold air.

He hated the wet and cold weather because it made his knees very uncomfortable.

But he knew that it was necessary to make this trip by himself. As Mikhail Bowai's lawyer and designated executor, he had to come to the town to arrange the division of Bowai's financial company and property.

It was a nasty job, and those who thought they were being treated unfairly resented him.But what can he do?After all, he was one of Mikhail's few friends during his lifetime.

The car was parked in front of the gates of the Bouy House, and Mr. Lycchuschi stood looking at the ivy tangled up on the white wall with a sudden feeling of sadness.

Just three years ago, he had been here on vacation, and just a few months earlier, he had attended the wedding of Mikhail and Anna in Italy.

Oh, Anna, the poor child, widowed so soon after her marriage.

With a sigh, Mr. Lycochuki entered the mansion led by his servants.

He went to the drawing room, where Anna was waiting for him.She was wearing a black tweed dress and looked haggard.Seeing Mr. Lycochurch, she rose to welcome him.

"Oh, Mr. Raccochitch, thank you for coming so soon."

"It's all right. I'm sure Mikhail's relatives have bored you?" said Mr. Raikochusch.

Anna gave a wry smile and said: "And my relatives. I think they have filled the rooms at the Cedar Hill Inn. Mr. Wohnstein should thank me, although he is not here now. You know, he is The innkeeper."

"Yes, I know. I'm glad you still have a sense of humor."

"But I see that your hair is all white."

Mr. Raickchuss embraces Anna with open arms.Say, "Honey boy, I'm 64 years old and God didn't take all my hair, I'm already grateful to him."

They laughed.

Although this smile seems a little out of place, they both understand that a smile is the only weapon that can overcome sadness at this moment.

After taking their seats, they began to talk about Boui's death and the upcoming will.

Anna had no intention of distributing the property to those relatives who rushed to fight with each other as soon as they heard the news of the death. In fact, she would have preferred Renee Hostatova's name among the beneficiaries of the will.

Mr. Raccochitch shook his head regretfully at the thought.

"Anna, I think you care too much about the daughter of Mikhail's ex-wife. Are you trying to make some kind of compensation for her by doing this. If so, I advise you not to do it. I know Renee's situation better than you As a human being, she will definitely not accept your charity..."

"This is not charity." She closed her eyes in pain.

In the bottom of her heart, she already faintly felt that her husband who had just died was not such an upright person, and she hoped to make atonement for him.

She had been trying to reconcile with Renee and do something for her, but that hope faded with Bouy's death.

Dr. Renee Hostatova was at the dispensary getting her medicines ready for Mrs. Banin so that Nikolai could drop by at noon.

Then there was a sudden call, which Renee recognized as Mr. Lykchurch, who invited her to come to the Bouy House the next day.

Renee thought about the will, but she shook her head.She knew her biological father too well, and he would never give any form of inheritance to his daughter who severed ties with him.His cold, cunning father, who had just died.

She was not around when he died, because the process came very suddenly, and by the time she arrived, he had already turned into a cold corpse.She remembered that it was dawn at that time, and the bright sunlight coming in from the window cast a faint light on the corpse, as if the dead were still alive.

But as a doctor, Renee had already confirmed from the stiff limbs and the abnormal color of the blood vessels under the skin that what was lying on the bed was only the shell of the soul after it left the body.

When facing that scene, she hardly cried, only indifference and a determination similar to despair in her heart.

Unlike crying in front of her mother's dead body many years ago, she is not as emotional now.

The pale, motionless corpse, once a living person, he'd been making a mold since she was born and stuffing his daughter into it, but Renee knew he wasn't a good cast.She jumped out of that furnace, and never jumped back into it again.

It is impossible for anyone to go back.

The man gave her life and took it away from her.

As a father, what else can you expect him to do?

Perhaps this will be the last time she visits the mansion for the rest of her life.

It would be disassociated from her life and become the property of another name.The stones that creaked as she ran on them chasing the puppies were cleaned out and replaced with flat stone slabs.

Her family photos, smeared with watercolors and snot, would be taken out of their frames, put into dusty boxes, and even thrown into the fireplace to be burned; ceramics, the wood on the brass timber shelves inside would change from pine to wrought; the shedding red carpet on the stairs would be replaced by blue, the ones she had torn out dented when she rolled and fell and played Rolled up in bundles and sold to someone as a foot pad.

Her little cherrywood table, on which she used to poke bugs around, and the childish words "I love Anton" carved with a knife in the drawer, will be covered by other smells and names.

Memory will be driven out of these things, destroyed with brooms, dustpans, flames, shredders.Her life in that mansion was over.

Renee smiled slightly.She should go and say goodbye in person.

The next day, the Bouy family members gathered in the hall of the mansion, waiting for the will to be read.

Mr. Lacchurch took the will out of the locked safe deposit box, unfolded it slowly, scanned everyone present with the cold eyes typical of lawyers, and then began to read the terms in a dry voice.

The content of the will did not surprise everyone: Anna inherited the main financial company and most of the real estate, and other relatives received the remaining small estates and bonds.

As a witness when Mr Bowai signed the will two months ago, Mr Lacchuki clearly remembered all the details of the will.He knew it was normal for some to be satisfied and others to be frustrated as he read.

But when he thought he had finished reading the last clause, he found that there was an extra line of writing in the blank space of the original will. He hoped that he had read it wrong, so he rubbed his eyes, but the writing was still there, so he put the will together When I came to my eyes, I stared at the line of words and read it several times.

The people in the hall began to whisper, everyone saw that there was something wrong with the will, and it would affect everyone's interests and future.

They stared at Mr. Lyccochee until he broke into a sweat.He thought carefully about opening the will: the safe, the seal.He then carefully examined the handwriting and ink color of the extra line, confirming that it was in the same hand as the rest of the will.

Maybe I'm remembering wrongly, Mr. Lycchurch thought.He breathed a sigh of relief, and the people in the hall grew more tense, watching his mouth open and close as they read out the final terms.

"...a $100 million bank deposit for Renee Hostatova."

Renee Hostatova noticed that everyone was looking at her, some with envy and some with hatred.She herself was at a loss when she first heard the news.

Mihail Bouilly could not have left her such a large inheritance, they hated each other, they hated each other.

"I'm sorry. I don't accept it," she said.

This caused a commotion, most people showed expressions of disbelief, some people looked at Renee as if they saw a lunatic, and some people began to say "so hypocritical" words loudly on purpose, even some Unbearable curses were also passed on.

Anna came up to her and took her hand, "I hope you can accept it," she said.

"But that's not what M. Bouilly meant."

"That's the way a will is. We have to do it," Mr. Raickchuss said.

"Renee..." Anna held her hand vigorously, and the young woman's gaze was very determined.

And Renee sneered, and said in a low voice: "I don't deserve..."

Renee walks through the door of the infirmary, stops there, and looks around the room: the wooden floor with patient footprints; the dark desk full of medical records and prescriptions; the door to the treatment room It is half open, revealing the sky blue curtain; through the glass door of the pharmacy room, you can see the full medicine; The smell of disinfectant.

Will this place change?

Should this place change?

She is too familiar with everything here, because the decoration of these rooms, the arrangement of instruments, and the classification of medicines were all done by her and Anton.

Now that she has received a considerable amount of inheritance, should she change this?Does she want to replace all those familiar things?

No, no, she said to herself.

I want nothing, nothing to change.But she always felt that there was something standing quietly, waiting for her to change.She couldn't prevent the will from being executed, she didn't have the courage to give up the inheritance, and she couldn't stop the time from passing by drop by drop in front of her.

Anton died young, leaving behind a living memory that would never change, but Renee was getting older, more reticent, colder, and lonely.

Time dripped before her, but the complexities contained in that drop—life's pain or joy, tears or laughter, relief or depression—never had much to do with her.

She seemed to be walking on the outermost circle of the world. When the people inside rushed left and right like a storm, she just stood there watching and sighing.

"Renee?" A voice next to her interrupted her thoughts.Nikolai was looking at her worriedly.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I'm fine, yes, no problem - that's what she should have said, but she opened her mouth and said, "No...it's bad." Under Nikolai's anxious gaze, she sat down on the sofa.

"...something really, really bad happened to me...I just got a million dollar inheritance, but only I know - I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it." She covered her face with her hands.

Nikolai silently handed her a tissue, she took it and wiped it, and continued: "I wish I could put this into perspective, but I can't. I feel, feel that there are some things that I can't change, forever It can't be changed or erased, just like the name and blood type of each of us, they will remain in our lives forever. I didn't think about anything when I didn't have this money, but now it brings me some hope, but I clearly Know that it's impossible!"

She kept talking, and Nicholas slowly returned to his seat.He didn't know exactly what Renee was talking about, what 'that' meant.

He guessed that she thought of Anton, the beautiful memories before and the cruel life after that, the life that fell from peace to the abyss of pain.

Money can change a lot of things. If my father didn't owe so many debts, maybe his family wouldn't be as miserable as it is now, but as Renee said, some things cannot be changed. For everyone explain.

But, Nikolay wondered, is there really something that never changes?

When time drops silently drop by drop, what does it matter what nails were driven into the palm of Christ 2000 years ago, what does it matter what withered marigolds made poets sigh 200 years ago, defeats that made kings beat the long table in anger What did news have to do with the flames on the pyre that let the saints burn.

The whole world moves, history is torn piece by piece, kings and queens are gone; cultists and traitors are gone; paintings and poems are gone; lakes, forests, animals; and our civilization. After 50 billion years, the sun swallows the earth, and then the dust gathers again, the planet is born again, and life sprouts again, but nothing will remember that in such a space, there was once a planet called the earth, and a species called human beings , they still have history and civilization, they still kill each other, there was once a young man among them mourning for a woman.