Desperate

On the outskirts of the imperial capital, Hitu Cemetery——

A bouquet of flowers was placed in front of Cen Bai's grave, and the wrapping paper was wet by the drifting rain, reflecting the faint light of the cloudy sky glisteningly.

There are two figures standing in front of the tombstone, one is taller and the other is shorter, the shorter one is thin, wearing a hat and saying nothing, while the taller one is carrying a big bag, putting his hand on the shorter one On the shoulders, let the other party be completely wrapped in his own shadow, with an overprotective appearance.

Cen Lu stood in front of his father's tombstone. Today he was wearing a black suit and a black peaked cap with the brim pulled low.

He looked at the black-and-white photo of Cen Bai on the stele. His father's portrait engraved on the stone was not smiling, and his slender eyes, which were exactly the same as his, were deep in color, and some were just resigned to fate.

Cen Lu suddenly felt short of breath, he moved his right hand to his chest, and knocked uselessly.

Zhou Pushen took two steps closer, hesitated to speak: "Brother..." He reached the point of comfort, but was stopped by Cen Lu's outstretched hand.Cen Lu left the big hand on his shoulder and approached the tomb where his father was buried. He leaned his head against the rain-wet marble tombstone and said softly to his father:

"I'm leaving."

Zhou Pu was taken aback for a moment, and a trace of unbearableness appeared in his eyes.

But Cen Lu couldn't see his expression, he was just immersed in the last conversation between father and son: "The thing you left for mother... I found it. I will complete the last task you left me, but I will not be like you Just stay here, I am no longer alone, someone... needs me."

His last words were almost like mosquitoes.

So I can't donate my life to morality like you, the rest of my life has already been promised to another person.

After Cen Lu finished speaking, he walked down the steps. Zhou Pushen immediately held up a black umbrella and followed closely behind Cen Lu to cover his head. The two of them took two steps, but Cen Lu's Martin boots suddenly stopped. down.

Zhou Pushen followed him and stopped, but found that Cen Lu had no intention of speaking. In the silent cemetery, there were only the rustling of leaves blown by the wind mixed with rain, and the muffled sound of raindrops hitting the nylon umbrella cloth.

Zhou Pu looked at him and turned his head slightly, the direction was the position next to Cen Bai. Not long ago, this man had personally come here and watched the shovel bury his mother bit by bit.

What kind of woman is that?

Zhou Pushen tightened his hands on the handle of the umbrella. It was a woman whom no one had ever loved except his husband. He thought that in order to preserve what her husband left behind, he could even put the blame on his own son. In order to divert the attention of the surrounding pack of wolves for a moment, she can destroy his future and even ruin his life.

Through the rain curtain, Cen Lu looked at the little mound where the woman was sleeping, and he watched for a long, long time, until Zhou Pushen thought he was going to say goodbye, but only saw Cen Lu turn around and say goodbye to him. He said, "Let's go."

Zhou Pushen immediately followed him quickly, and the man stretched out a strong arm to hug him tightly, but Cen Lu did not refuse.

The two cuddled together and walked towards the cemetery management office.

Wen Qinglan's tombstone was empty, nothing.

"I'm here to pick up the deposited urn." Cen Lu walked to the office window and said calmly.

Just like the vast cemetery outside, the small office is the final resting place of nearly a hundred people.The only difference is that they cannot afford the price of sleeping in a space of two square meters, so all that is left for them is a small box on the wall, into which the fly ash from a living body is put.

The woman behind the window, wearing thick wine bottle-bottomed glasses, didn't even lift her head when she heard this: "Name."

"Cen Lu." Cen Lu replied.

"Not your name!" The woman was a little impatient, "The name of the person in the urn!"

"Cen Lu." Cen Lu replied again.

Zhou Pushen's eyes widened suddenly, and he lowered his head to look at him in disbelief, but Cen Lu was extremely calm, his gray eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow.

The woman was stunned, and glanced at Cen Lu's expression, only to feel that this man's face was pale and sluggish, if it wasn't for the shadow on the ground, she would have snuggled up to hell in broad daylight, the woman didn't say anything, just called the storage office, no After a while, he picked a key from a row of keys hanging on the wall and handed it to Cen Lu.

"In the row of cabinets around the corner." Seeing this man's indifferent face, the woman felt chilly.

"Second row, four." Cen Lu counted the cabinets slowly, almost as slowly as a person who deals with numbers all day long. The second row is very high, and even a 1.7-meter-eight man has to stand on tiptoe to reach the keys. Kong, Cen Lu was holding the key, but his hand seemed to have no strength, it hung down limply, but was held by another firm and strong hand.

Cen Lu looked back at him with a bit of surprise in his eyes, while Zhou Pu looked at him gently but seriously. He was carrying a cloth bag that had been washed white, and his black hair was softly pasted on his forehead. He looked as gentle and harmless as a He is the most dazzling student on campus.

He took the key from Cen Lu's hand, and the touching fingertips were as warm as if they would burn Cen Lu: "I'll do it." He said.

Cen Lu claimed that he was not short, but Zhou Pushen was a full head taller than him.He watched as he effortlessly inserted the key into the lock that almost reached the ceiling.Cen Lu wondered in a trance, since when did this child seem to have seen the wind, in those years that he never noticed.

The gaps between the teeth overlapped little by little, and the sound of turning the key made one feel empty.

There was a "click", like a thunderclap exploding on the flat ground.

The lock is open.

Zhou Pushen opened the cabinet door effortlessly, and the dark cabinet was illuminated bit by bit by the light that leaked in.

Sure enough, there was no urn at all inside, only stacks of yellowed, neatly folded papers.

Zhou Pushen took it out, and someone handwritten the title of the dissertation. The font was strong and straight. If you didn't pay attention, you would think it was a draft of a calligrapher, but the title of the dissertation could be felt even by a layman like Zhou Pushen. Murderous: "On Blood Silver Atomic Fission and Explosion Control"

The author's signature on the next row is that thunderous name - Gu Yaoming.

Cen Lu grasped the yellowed paper tightly, and his whole body shook.His hands were trembling uncontrollably, and his body was trembling unreasonably, but he let out a long sigh of relief.

It seems that the riddle that has been unsolved for many years has finally been solved. The moment when the answer is revealed is also the moment of liberation.

His mother used her own death to give him a riddle, which he finally solved.

Why don't you die sooner.

Why don't you die.

"People who can't afford a cemetery are buried with their most precious possessions."

"Haha, hahahahaha." Cen Lu pinched the stack of yellowed papers, and suddenly felt ridiculous, and he really started laughing, the laughter went from small to loud, and later, there was a tendency to not stop .

Zhou Pu stared at him palely.

The light suddenly dimmed. Zhou Pushen turned his head and found that the door of the management office had been closed at some point, and the woman sitting by the window had disappeared. They were standing in a dead corner of the stairs, far away from the escape route. In the distance, Zhou Pushen's ears keenly caught the sound of footsteps. His hair stood on end, and he pulled Cen Lu's thin body behind him. He led him around in a circle, and immediately took out his gun and aimed it at The man who appeared from behind Cen Lu.

"Oh." The man was wearing a long windbreaker, the hem of which was blown up a little by the wind when he walked. Xie Xing was wearing reading glasses, his temples were gray, facing the muzzle of the gun pointed at his forehead, he lazily raised his hand. Raised his hands: "Don't be so excited."

Cen Lu looked at him through Zhou Pushen's shoulder, the smile on his mouth froze into ice on Guyun Mountain.

"Xiao Cen, you are so lucky." Xie Xinghang stared at Zhou Pushen's face, but he was speaking to Cen Lu. He snapped his fingers with his hand hanging in mid-air, and Zhou Pushen immediately raised his gun higher. : "Don't move!" he yelled.

There were men in black pouring out from all directions of this independent house, and soon surrounded all the exits silently.

Zhou Pu was deeply terrified to find that there was a red dot from a sniper rifle, slowly and silently bypassing his shoulder, climbing up from Cen Lu's chest, and aiming at his forehead.

Xie Xingchui put his hand down, and he looked at Cen Lu: "Ye Luo returns to its roots." He smiled at him: "Gu Yaoming is originally from our country, so his wisdom should naturally be owned by Bang Guo, now," Xie Xingchui said. Stardrop's leather shoes took a step closer: "Give me the manuscript in your hand."