The winter was still cold, and the whole of London was covered in snow. I heard that this year will set a record for the lowest temperature in previous years!

But no matter how cold it is, it can't be cold in my heart!

Dugu Jinghong sat alone in front of a dilapidated house, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and kept pouring it into his mouth, and around him, there were miscellaneous wine bottles, all over the ground!

It's been five years since the accident, and he hasn't woken up from that sad day, and it all came so suddenly!

Footsteps sounded, and a well-dressed boy approached. He had a pair of blood-red pupils, and his face was expressionless, but there was a trace of grief and cruelty in his eyes.

"Oh, it's Yan'er, how is your life at school today?, do you get along well with your classmates?"

This boy is none other than Dugu Evil Martyr, and he is already ten years old at this time!

Dugu Evil Evil glanced at Dugu Jinghong coldly, and said, "If you drink like this, it is estimated that you will be as useless as those homeless people!"

After speaking, Dugu Evil Death ignored Dugu Jinghong's surprised eyes, turned around and left.

"Also, it's better for you to go to the school, although it's just a trivial thing, but ...... It's up to you. Dugu Evil Martyr left this sentence and left.

Dugu Jinghong sighed lightly, he couldn't help but think of how Dugu Evil Death had not eaten for three days and three nights after learning about Yedisi's situation, this child was really bitter!

In the end, Dugu Jinghong decided to go to school, and he also felt that Dugu was still young and should not do anything out of the ordinary.

But it turned out that he was wrong, and he was very wrong!

When Dugu Jinghong came to school, he learned that Dugu had beaten several classmates, and the beating was not ordinarily miserable, and his hands were almost destroyed!

Dugu Jinghong, who learned of this, was taken aback, and hurriedly found Dugu Evil Martyr, and asked sharply: "Yan'er, how could you do such a thing? Aren't they your classmates? How could they be so heavy-handed? Will your mother like you to do this?"

Just when Dugu was learning a lesson, Dugu actually shed tears!

"My good father, I didn't expect you to remember your mother! You promised me to bring my mother back, but what happened? My mother was burned to ashes by those beasts! Hehe, from that day on, I lived for revenge! They deserved it, and they dared to insult my mother, and it was good that they didn't kill them! Father, you better think about your future plans, so as not to be like a piece of mud all day long, and do nothing!" Dugu sneered, and then left without shaking Dugu Jinghong.

"Alas!"

Dugu let out a long sigh, he couldn't refute his son's rebellious words, because all of this was caused by himself, and it was all his own sin.

"Oh, how did you get to be so depressed now?tsk, that's sad!" a man stepped forward and mocked.

When Dugu Jinghong saw the visitor, he was not angry, and said: "It's you, I'm really down now." Speaking of which, I still want to apologize to you for not keeping the promise I made between you and me. ”

The man chuckled and said, "It's not once or twice that you don't keep your promise, anyway, I've already got that piece of cloth, it's nothing." ”

"You went to Metropolitan Kelton to get it?" Dugu asked with some surprise.

"No, I took it from his corpse, to be exact, and I had a fight with the Knights Templar, but luckily I got it. The man said slowly, smoking a cigar.

Dugu Jinghong was taken aback, and fought with the Templar Order? How strong is this to be able to do it? Anyway, Dugu Jinghong thinks that he can't do it, it seems that the strength of the man in front of him is unfathomable!

The man found a stone and sat down, and said, "I advise you to take Dugu back to China when he grows up, otherwise according to his temperament, it is difficult to guarantee that something will happen, and your relationship with your family will be thawed." ”

Dugu Jinghong pondered for a moment, and then replied: "This is also a tricky matter, I will take him away in ten years." Dugu Jinghong lit a cigarette and looked lonely.

The man stood up and said, "From now on, the two of us will have nothing to do with each other, and you will act as if nothing happened." Okay, I'm leaving. ”

Looking at the man's distant back, Dugu Jinghong stood silently in place and smoked, perhaps this is the only one that is his best consolation now.

……

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

In a cemetery outside London, a middle-aged man was sitting in front of a tombstone, staring blankly, the corners of his eyes faintly moist.

"Fifteen years, my love, it's been fifteen years! In these fifteen years, I've been thinking about you all the time, and even hating myself! But all this, all of us, can't come back!" said the middle-aged man sadly.

This middle-aged man is none other than Dugu Jinghong.

Familiar footsteps sounded, and a richly dressed evil young man walked over, a pair of blood-red pupils rendering the cemetery even more eerie.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?" asked Dugu Evil Fallen.

"Well, my father died not long ago, and I need to inherit the family business, aren't you going to go back with me?" asked Dugu Jinghong.

"No, I still have some things to deal with, and I still have some personal matters to be taken care of. Dugu said lightly.

Dugu Jinghong chuckled lightly and said, "Last time I saw you with a girl, very beautiful, is it because of her?"

Hearing this, Dugu Evil Martyr's face changed, and he said impatiently: "It's none of your business, I'm leaving, you take care of yourself." ”

Just when Dugu was about to leave, as if he remembered something, he took out an envelope from his arms, and then handed it to Dugu Jinghong, saying, "I almost forgot, this letter was found when I was cleaning up my home." It's a letter from my mother to you, I didn't dare to open it and read it, No, to you. After saying that, Dugu Evil Evil Soul left.

"Night's letter?"

Dugu Jinghong was surprised in his heart, and carefully opened the envelope, revealing yellowed letter paper, although fifteen years have passed, there is still a faint fragrance on this letter.

Dugu Jinghong gently stroked the last relic left by Ye Disi, and murmured: "My love, thank you for leaving this gift, I'm very happy!

There is not much on this letter, but it contains the deepest love of a mother, a woman who is in love.

"Shocking, my husband. By the time you read this letter, I may have been in another world. Because I always had a hunch that something was going to happen, I wrote this letter. After I leave, remember to give Yan'er the truth of how to deal with people, don't let him learn badly, and be a good person who has made outstanding contributions to society!"

"And you, after I'm gone, don't drink too much, and don't give up on yourself. If you are tired and tired, you can find a support for Yin'er, and also find a support for you. Hehe, if I'm still alive, or you can't cheat!"

"Finally, when I die, don't weep at my grave, or I'll be sad! Live well, and I'll keep an eye on you. ”

"Click, click. Tears couldn't help falling, and Dugu Jinghong held the letter tightly in his arms, just like holding Yedi Silk in his arms.

"Forgive me, my love, my wife! I'm too bastard, so incompetent! I've failed you!"

The voice of grief in this cemetery is particularly bleak and heartbreaking!

Dugu Jinghong left, leaving here with endless regret and endless sadness. At the beginning, I came here with great ambition and cynicism, but now, I am full of sadness and infinite regret.

The cycle of cause and effect, the fate of the world is really unpredictable and incomprehensible.

In front of Yedisi's tomb, there is a rose that has withered for a long time, although the years have passed, but you can still vaguely see the fiery red of the past.

Next to this rose, there was a piece of paper with a small poem written in English, the handwriting was somewhat sloppy, but the contents were still recognizable.

"Don't cry at my grave, I'm not there, I didn't sleep. I am the wind that blows by, I have turned into a brilliant snowflake, I am the sun sprinkled on the ripe ears, I am the gentle rain, when you wake up in the silence of the morning, I am the air that rises when the birds are silently hovering, I am the stars shining softly in the night. Don't stand at my grave and weep, I'm not there, I'm not gone. ”

The paper was stained with tears, leaving the saddest and most poignant feelings......