Hong Yanwu sat on the calfskin sofa in the living room, and kept stroking the head of a black panther statue next to him with his right hand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He used to sit here like this. This wooden statue of a panther from Africa, carved to real proportions, has already been touched by him.

Hong Yanwu's luggage had been ready, and in addition to his treasure, a kitchen knife was stuffed into the bag under his feet.

He was about to leave, and now he wanted to see this living room again, and say his final goodbyes to his house.

After buying this house, Hong Yanwu specially invited an interior designer from Hong Kong who is well-known in the international design industry to do the decoration design.

The designer had served the British royal family, and his clients were mostly celebrities and wealthy businessmen. After learning that he liked the opulent style of the nobility of the court, the designer spent an eight-figure renovation fund to give the house a splendor comparable to that of Buckingham Palace.

Hong Yanwu still remembers the surprise he was when he first walked into this living room when the renovation was completed.

Crystal lamps in the living room, floor lamps, hardwood furniture, sofas by the window...... Pick up that piece casually, it's worth tens of thousands of dollars. All the decoration materials, furniture, accessories, and even flowers and plants are imported. Everything in the house made him feel the meaning of the words "worlds apart" in reality.

When he held the white and gold handrails and slowly spiraled up the stairs, his heart was filled with excitement, and he suddenly felt a step to the sky. Thinking that the hut he lived in at the Phobrium Guanyin Monastery was not even half the size of the living room toilet, he never dreamed that he would have such a huge wealth. He loved the house so much.

But now, the former splendor is submerged in dust, and everything in the house shows only a terrible indifference. There are no lights, no sounds, no budding flowers, no leisurely goldfish, and no warmth. How excited he used to be in the big house, now all that is left is sadness.

It's a strange change.

Of course, the scourge of outsiders here is like being robbed by the Eight-Nation Alliance, but this is not a reason for him to feel depressed and depressed. The real reason is that this luxurious residence that is enough to make people roll around, this "gorgeous castle" made of warm white and soft gold, is completely lost because of the lack of family, love and family fun.

Hong Yanwu suddenly felt the laughter of the children of the past looming in the house.

Is it a hallucination? It's been a long time since there was a child's laughter in the house.

Unconsciously, a warm smile spread across his face.

He misses the girl he kicked out of his house long ago. He missed the mischievous footprints she had left on the Italian chaise longue, the toys that were always littered in the living room, the cherry picking from the garden on his neck, and the fact that she had to climb into bed every night to play with him......

What a lovable and painful little guy she is.

But she ...... But it's not his daughter, and they don't have the slightest blood relationship.

Thinking of this, his heart sank into the abyss.

Hong Yanwu got up from his chair, picked up his bag and walked to the door. His hand touched the doorknob but stopped and turned, facing the wide, hollow staircase, and finally staring at the lifeless house.

He suddenly felt something: the rich have the sorrow of the rich, and the poor have the happiness of the poor.

Fathers and mothers, brothers, brothers, brothers, husbands and wives, children and grandchildren around the knee, this is the simplest pursuit of happiness for most Chinese people. Even if many families live in poverty, there is also the warmth of relatives who care for each other. However, the bland happiness that these ordinary people can have has been lost forever for him. No matter how much money he pays, he can no longer get the happiness that comes from family happiness.

Since he was the only one living in this house, most of the time after night fell became an unbearable burden for him.

In this mansion worth tens of millions of dollars, there is a study, a gym, a billiards room, a swimming pool, and even a small movie theater. But every time he relied on these to kill time, he always lost interest in a short period of time. And the loneliness brought about by the silence of the home frightened him, and he had to sleep in a noisy and warm environment with the company of others. This change in his mood can be felt by almost everyone who works in this house, such as the nanny, the cook, the driver.

In order to escape his loneliness, he spent his days in various clubs, clubhouses and casinos, enjoying himself.

Tonight, he woke up and didn't know where, he would always hold his glass on the gambling table, on the dance floor, and in the music to get drunk and dream.

He began to change different women, and he hoped that the variety of female companions would drive away his depression. In bed, he enjoys the caresses of various women and tries all kinds of stimulating ways. But when all the new and exciting tricks have been tried, the loneliness in the bottom of my heart will still launch a sudden attack.

He felt nothing but endless boredom and weariness, and the charm of money seemed to have dimmed.

Desperate to make money, just for this?

He has been to all the places in the world with high consumption and high enjoyment, but what has he enjoyed? Is it just that he keeps consuming production waste?

When people reach middle age, they seem to suddenly find that they have stepped on the air, and everything they pursue and have seems so unbearable. Is more money really a good thing?

This truth was only figured out in the years when he was imprisoned by Gao Ming.

Hong Yanwu finally realized his pity, in the end, he was just a bug who hated money.

Anything, there is a price. He did everything for money, and he gave all his family affection. Originally, he didn't care, but now he knows that he is wrong, and he is actually the poor in the true sense of the word. If someone makes a bid to make him live again, even if he gives everything, he is willing.

But where can he buy it?

When Hong Yanwu had to face the night alone, the house seemed to be old, and the furniture in the living room was dull and seemed to be slowly decaying. There is only a lonely shadow on the smooth imported wooden floor.

He sighed deeply, turned around and opened the door, braving the wind and snow.

In the garden, the wind and snow are even stronger.

It took a lot of effort for Hong Yanwu to push open the iron fence gate of the garden. Later, in the garage, he found the "Silver Ben". To his surprise, not only was the window glass visibly damaged, but also a broken wiper. This is simply unlucky for a snowy day escape.

But he knew better that he was only safe until the three people in the restaurant woke up, and he had to make the most of every precious minute to get out of here as quickly as possible. No other way.

The garage's electric door slowly lifted, and the wind whipped the snow into the garage immediately. Where the car lights shine, you can clearly see snow flakes flying in the air like torn cotton wool.

Hong Yanwu drove the car out of the garage slowly, and when he finally passed the garden gate, he couldn't help but lower the window and poke his head out, turn around and shout at the home where he had lived for more than 20 years.

"Lao Tzu will never come back!"

At this moment, there seems to be some déjà vu. Hong Yanwu suddenly remembered that when he walked out of the prison gate for the first time thirty years ago, he seemed to have shouted so hard. But the difference this time is that he is making a final farewell to everything he has ever had.

The moment he drove the car out of the garden gate, for some reason, the tear duct secretion was no longer under his control.

Hell, he actually cried!