Therefore, never be indifferent to other people's misfortunes and sufferings. No snowflake is innocent in front of the avalanche...

On April 2, 2018, I calmly accepted my destiny of charging into the future.

Even if the world ends tomorrow, we still need to dress appropriately. This is an attitude towards life.

I should be glad that my end is still far away, enough for me to think about how to spend my life...

There is no sense of loss or unwillingness. Perhaps we have been mentally prepared for this before.

After all... life is like making a phone call, either you hang up first or I hang up first.

Maybe it was due to a change in my mentality, or maybe it was because I knew that life was short. Because of this shortness and hardship, I started to work non-stop and go my own way...

The dinner that day was delicious. Under the dim candlelight, I made a bold decision that even I thought was incredible!

Mourning is too simple. It’s really cool to still love life despite everything, isn’t it?

Therefore, I chose a completely different life path from my predecessor.

I began to work hard, inspire, and decided to live in the present and seize every minute and every second of the remaining days of my life.

However... everything seems to have had the opposite effect?

Gan! Duan Laoshi misunderstood me!

I moved the next day, and I was very satisfied with my new home. I started planning the rest of my life with great interest.

That afternoon, I revealed the news about No. 324 Zhujiajiao, Hangzhou City to Wang Zhaoping.

However, at the same time, I received shocking news from him...

Lu Kexin...is dead?!

Because I didn’t have a mirror, I didn’t know what my expression was like when I heard the news.

Indifferent? Sad? Sad?

One corpse, two lives!

Although this was a person I had only met twice, and I shouldn't be rude, I still felt inexplicable anger.

The body was found in an unfinished building in the suburbs.

According to the autopsy, the victim was killed around 12 a.m. and the cause of death was suffocation.

In addition to the fatal strangulation marks on his neck, there was a bruise on his forehead. He was obviously knocked unconscious, brought to the place of murder, and then committed the murder.

According to a communication investigation, at 10 o'clock on the night of the 2nd, Lu Kexin received a call from a stranger and went out late at night, and her whereabouts were unknown after that.

The police are investigating, but even if the murderer is caught, the deceased is dead.

The death knell is already tolling...

Feeling depressed, I took advantage of my drunkenness to confide this matter to Yan Weiwei and Lin Haitang.

However, for some reason, they looked at me very strangely, but I was already unconscious at that time...

After waking up, I was shocked to find that Yan Weiwei's attitude towards me had undergone some subtle changes, but I didn't know the reason for this change.

But before I had time to figure it out, I said a short goodbye to them.

On April 4th, I embarked on a journey home to worship my ancestors.

Because I have a phobia of airplanes, I chose to take the train and then the bus back to my hometown.

I bought a luggage full of gifts, and the joy of going home slightly diluted the inexplicable sadness caused by Lu Kexin's death.

But the strange thing is that Yan Weiwei actually took the initiative to send me to the station.

Before leaving, he told me in an extremely rare and coquettish way that there was something he wanted to tell me when I came back. That look on his face gave me an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

I don't understand. Is there something that can't be said directly now?

However, I was vaguely aware of the change in Yan Weiwei's attitude and abnormal expression in the past two days.

There are some doubts in my heart, and also... some expectations?

But what exactly did I do? The script didn't seem like it should have developed like this.

When did everything start to change?

Forget it, as an ordinary person, it has no meaning in my life to think about these mysteries hidden in the long river of time.

Thanks to Yan Weiwei's Porsche 911, I changed my flight schedule and took the early high-speed train.

The journey to half of China is not long. Technology has made the world smaller. However, what is long is the rugged mountain road after getting off the high-speed rail.

I was drowsy while sitting in the rickety bus, and vaguely heard a chaotic quarrel in my ears.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a woman in gray cloth arguing with the driver in front of me.

I didn't understand what was going on, but I wasn't in the mood to meddle.

Like most people in the car, they were watching the development of the situation with a lively attitude.

Among us are mothers with children, villagers going to the market, businessmen doing business, and travelers like me who return to their hometowns to worship their ancestors.

After listening, I roughly understood the whole story.

The woman overslept and sat at her stop. When she woke up, she blamed the driver for not reporting her stop, which caused her to take the extra mile, and demanded that the driver take responsibility before sending her back.

Naturally, the driver shook his head and refused this obviously unreasonable request.

The argument escalated into pushing and shoving.

From the increasing shaking of the bus, some of us finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

I looked out the car window. Below the steep mountain road, there was a rushing river and an endless abyss...

"do not do that!"

Finally, the passengers near the driver stood up and stopped drinking, but unfortunately it was still a step too late.

After the driver responded angrily, he lost control of the steering wheel and the two buses turned sharply to the left and hit the fragile guardrail on the roadside.

"boom!"

After a roar, I felt that my whole body began to fly upward uncontrollably, and then the world began to spin.

At the last moment of my consciousness, my eyes were filled with turbulent water, and my ears were filled with helpless cries.

There are men, women, and children...

The bell tolls for her, it tolls for me, and it tolls for everyone...

Suddenly, the tenderness of Yan Weiwei's bow in front of the station appeared in my mind...

My whole life.

Passionate since ancient times, there is no room for hatred,

Good dreams are the easiest to wake up from,

We will never see each other again,
Chapter completed!