The sun was rising higher and higher, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and Han Zhihui, with beads of sweat on his forehead, showed no signs of leaving.
Time passed by slowly. As the sun set in the west and the light gradually dimmed, Han Zhihui turned his head and glanced at the tombstone beside him.
He, who had never spoken a word since he came in the morning, suddenly moved his lips: "Lili, I'm leaving again. I'll come see you when I have time next time..."
In the past, when Han Zhihui came to see Han Zhili, he would usually get up and leave after saying this, but this time, after he finished speaking, his body sitting on the ground did not move at all.
He took a cigarette from his pocket, took two puffs, and said again: "Lili, are you blaming your brother now? Blame your brother for being so good to her these days..."
"Lili, don't be angry. My brother will never be like this again... At that time, my brother was soft-hearted. Look at her pity..."
"...Li Li, don't worry, my brother promised you to help you get revenge, and he will definitely do it. My brother will let the person who killed you have a taste of how uncomfortable it is to feel the misery of your loved ones!"
"Lili, you have a little nephew, do you know?"
"His name is Han Han, he is very cute, but she gave birth to Han Han. I was afraid that you would be unhappy when you saw him, so my brother didn't bring him here for you..."
After Han Zhihui finished speaking, he lowered his head. He stared at the cigarette held between his fingertips for a long time. When the cigarette was about to burn to the end, he put out the cigarette butt on the ground, stood up, and said "Goodbye" again to the tombstone. ", then stared at Han Zhili's photo on the tombstone for a while, turned around, and walked down the mountain.
After coming out of the cemetery, Han Zhihui did not return to the company or go home.
He drove the car around and around Beijing until he had not eaten for a day and his stomach twitched with hunger. He parked the car on the side of the road and randomly found a fast food restaurant. Filled my stomach.
Back in the car, Han Zhihui stopped driving around. He flattened the back of the car seat, lay down in the car, opened a box of cigarettes, and started smoking one after another.
He knew very well the path he should take next, but he didn't understand what he was hesitating about.
Two years ago, didn't he cut it off very neatly? Two years later, if he cuts off again, what's the difficulty
What he wants to cut off this time is probably not only the relationship between him and her, but also some uncontrollable emotions in his own heart...
If it hadn't been for that night when the housekeeper suddenly mentioned to him that Lili's death anniversary was coming soon, he might not have noticed that he had been too indulged in her world during that time, right
He shouldn't be in this situation, it's too dangerous and unfamiliar to him.
If he had frequent entanglements with her again, he was really afraid that he would forget his original intention.
Some things have developed beyond his control. He cannot predict future events. He will not take a path that he is not sure of.
Whether he is struggling or escaping, a week has passed and he can't drag it out like this... It's time to make a decision and end it!
Han Zhihui stared at the lingering eye sockets, pondered for a moment, picked up his cell phone from the side, and made a call.
When the call was connected, he waited for the person who answered the phone and called his name before he said calmly: "Linda, haven't you always wanted to marry me?"