Fang Zhihe went to the cemetery in the suburbs alone, the trees around the cemetery had sprouted new shoots, and some even had young leaves, he looked up at the treetops, and walked towards Han Ying's tombstone with his legs.

Since Xu Le returned to China, he hasn't been here much, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the long-lost tombstone, he reached out and took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped it carefully, and suddenly the smiling face on the black and white photo became clear.

Fang Zhihe looked at the smiling face, pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, then put the cake box next to him, and then began to be silent again......

Four years ago

He was having a meeting in the conference room of the Quzhou branch, and in the middle of the meeting, he suddenly received a call from Han Ying, who asked him on the phone: If she died, would he still love her? He thought that Han Ying was coquettish, so he casually answered, and then hung up the phone.

The meeting lasted for nearly an hour, and when he opened his phone again, he found that he had received a photo from Han Ying on his phone, in which Han Ying was wearing a white dress, lying on a hanging chair on the balcony with his eyes closed, and a long and deep wound on his left wrist, from which red blood flowed out......

Han Ying——

Han Ying——

He rushed out of the company like crazy, and then took the earliest flight back to Linjiang, but in the end, he only saw Han Ying's body, the white dress on her body had been stained red with blood, and the blood was so bright against the white background that he couldn't open his eyes.

He couldn't remember what happened next, he only remembered that the things around him kept circling around him, and he almost fainted, and at the same time, there were footsteps and noises in his ears, which were clearly distinguishable at first, and then mixed into a noise, which became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

Two months after this incident, the blood dream appeared, it pulled his fragile nerves hard, and then tied them together at random, so that he had a chaotic memory and confused thinking, for example, sometimes he clearly remembered that Han Ying called and said that he wanted to eat wontons, but he bought it back and the descendants were not there, sometimes he obviously felt that he was eating dinner in a Taiwanese restaurant, but when he raised his eyes, he found that he was actually sitting in the general manager's office.

Later, I don't know what happened, he suddenly got better, and then he began to go to the company normally, have normal meetings, and eat normally, but the strange blood dream is still there.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the wind blew without warning, Fang Zhihe raised his eyes to look at the smiling face on the tombstone again, turned around and walked out of the cemetery.

The black Rolls-Royce under him circled around the outer ring road of Linjiang City several times without stopping, and he didn't know where he was going, and he didn't know what he was going to do, so he kept driving like this.

Before he knew it, the car stopped at the door of the Dusk Forest Manor, and he looked up at the iron fence in front of him, suddenly relieved himself, and then turned off the engine and stepped into the compound.

The tender green lawn in the front yard seemed to have just been trimmed, and a strong smell of grass penetrated into his nostrils, which was astringent and greasy, which made him frown, he quickly raised his legs and stepped up the steps, stopped in front of the door with a combination lock, and then reached out and entered a string of passwords, "click", the door lock was unlocked, and he gently pressed the handle to push the door open.