Gu Yuexi walked slowly into the living room, his shiny leather shoes stepping on the two-centimeter-thick soft carpet, one foot light and the other heavy, as if he was stepping on the clouds, and the sound of his footsteps on the ground was completely eliminated.
The light in the living room was very dim, just like the gloomy, depressing, and dull atmosphere slowly flowing in the air at dusk.
Gu Yuexi raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Not far away was a precious rosewood chaise longue. The rosewood was very old and had not been carefully carved. It had natural texture, bright colors, clear and beautiful lines, like a clouded leopard or a civet cat. Its shape was motionless, and it was interesting from a distance.
The reason why rosewood has become a priceless luxury collectible in the world today is that it contains rich natural art and cultural connotations.
Si Yiyan was lying on the chaise longue. The smooth and graceful lines of the armrests and the backrest outlined his slender, rugged figure. The winding curves and lines were so elegant and noble that they were intoxicating.
"I'm back!" The voice was cold and indifferent, as if autumn dew was chilling.
"Hmm!" Gu Yuexi slowly approached the chaise longue.
"I'm back earlier than I thought." Si Yiyan was lying on the chaise longue. His face was alarmingly pale in the dark room, and he was dozing with his eyes slightly closed.
"Things in Italy have been almost dealt with, so I came back." Gu Yuexi stood indifferently beside Si Yiyan. The dim light shone on him, and he looked so dignified, like a noble prince who walked out of a comic book.
Si Yiyan's hand was placed on the armrest of the rosewood chaise longue, his fingers stroking the delicate and natural texture of the armrest from time to time, without saying a word.
He didn't speak, and Gu Yuexi didn't speak either.
Silence spread, but the tacit atmosphere did not seem dull.
"Gu Yuexi, do you believe in past lives and present lives?" Si Yiyan slowly opened his eyes, and his bony and tall figure slowly stood up from the chaise longue, and slowly walked to the window. An obscure figure was outlined on the dark glass window.
"I'm an atheist. Haven't you always known that?" Gu Yuexi did not inquire into why he asked this question, nor did he speculate on the reason why he asked this question. He just needed to answer faithfully, his most direct answer would be enough.
Si Yiyan looked at him with an extremely focused and serious gaze: "I'm telling you now, this world has past lives and present lives."
He is extremely faithful!
When Mr. Mo was critically ill, Wen Xinya showed too many puzzling emotions, which showed that she had an unspeakable secret hidden deep in her heart.
He had investigated her past countless times, but there was no clue.
He had too many guesses in his mind, but he was always lacking an opportunity!
Just a few days ago, Xinya told him this opportunity in a subtle way in the hospital!
That is past and present life!
In this way, many things that happened to Xinya can be explained!
"Really?" Gu Yuexi's voice was cold and indifferent without any ups and downs. He knew his big boss, an Asura who believed in Buddhism, but he refused to follow the Buddhist path, but instead followed the Asura path, achieving enlightenment through blood.
Such people always have kindness that others cannot match, but they also possess methods that are terrifying.
Past and Present!
I guess people like this would believe it!
Si Yiyan lay back on the chaise longue. He kept speculating about Wen Xinya's experiences in her previous life.
Fu Tianyang kidnapped Wen Xinya and intended to inject her with drugs. Wen Xinya suddenly developed various drug addiction and withdrawal reactions. Although the doctor explained that it was most likely due to a huge stimulation, in fact... Wen Xinya had also been kidnapped in her previous life, but unfortunately, she became addicted to drugs.
Therefore, when encountering the same thing, the fear buried deep in the heart burst out.
Mr. Mo is critically ill, and the despair and grief displayed by Wen Xinya can only mean one thing: in his previous life, Mr. Mo also suffered a sudden myocardial infarction and died from it.
Therefore, Wen Xinya has always been careful to take care of Mo Gong's health, paying special attention to the regulation of internal energy.
When Wen Xinya saw Henry, her extremely obscure expression showed that she knew Henry and even had some disputes with him. Considering Henry's profession, it is not difficult to imagine the meaning of this.
Maybe this... has something to do with him!
How did Wen Xinya know about her previous life
A premonition or a rebirth
Compared with the former, he prefers the latter.
Only if you have truly experienced it can you express such intense emotions.
Addicted to drugs, the people closest to her passed away, he could imagine that in her previous life... she had already been ruined!
Si Yiyan took out two incense bags, one white and one red, neither old nor new, with no embroidery on them. "When I was young, my father asked a monk to read my fortune. The monk said that I had a very noble fate, but my destiny was unpredictable and I was destined to be alone all my life."
Gu Yuexi said: "Obviously this eminent monk may not be as profound in Buddhism as people think. How did you meet Miss Wen and live alone all your life?"
Si Yiyan ignored Gu Yuexi, and gently stroked the two brocade bags with his fingers: "When I was eighteen, I returned to China quietly, and I met that monk again. The monk gave me two brocade bags and told me... When I was twenty, if I met the woman I loved, I should open the red brocade bag. If I didn't meet her, I should open the white brocade bag."
He was young and frivolous. Although he believed in Buddhism, he did not believe in fate. He soon forgot about the lucky bag, and this chance encounter gradually became an insignificant episode in the Seed of Life.
Until that day in the hospital, Xinya told him the unknown secret hidden in her heart!
He searched the entire Lishan Manor and found these two treasure bags.
Gu Yuexi was a little curious: "Oh, what's written in the brocade bag?"
"It is written in the red brocade bag, 'We will be together through life and death, and I will hold your hand and grow old together.'" Si Yiyan's expression changed as he stroked the red brocade bag with his fingers.
Gu Yuexi asked again: "Where is the white brocade bag?"
Si Yiyan fell silent and slowly stood up from the chaise longue. His tall figure walked away in the darkness, and the background was so gloomy that it was frightening.
The light in Gu Yuexi's glasses flickered. He looked down at the small ball of paper on the ground, bent down and gently picked it up. He unfolded it carefully, and saw the words written on the paper: Alone and lonely (qióngqióngjiélì), die alone!
The desolation revealed by these eight words made Gu Yuexi feel inexplicably sad.
For some reason, the atheism that I had adhered to for more than 20 years suddenly loosened and collapsed at this moment.