The imperial capital, rainy.

It rained intermittently all night, the ground was wet, and the tree trunks were reflected in several puddles of different shades, and the whole street seemed to be covered with a layer of moisture.

Lonely street, a car parked at the entrance of the cemetery.

Su Jin got out of the car with an umbrella and looked at the relief at the entrance of the cemetery, his eyes were heavy.

The cool breeze mixed with the drizzle was blowing head-on, Su Jin lowered her eyes, put away the coat on her body, and walked forward with her head slightly lowered.

The cemetery is full of green trees, Su Jin stepped on the long road paved with floor tiles step by step, looking at the neat and uniform tombstones in the distance, and the knuckles holding the handle of the umbrella turned white.

Su Jin was actually not very familiar with this place. She's only been here once, eight years ago.

However, that one and only time was imprinted in her mind like a knife, and it became her long-lasting nightmare.

Su Jin followed her feelings and found the location in her memory.

Same place, same people. Eight years have passed, and the two scenes seem to coincide again.

Su Jin stood in front of the tombstone, thinking for a long time, and finally hesitantly stretched out his hand and gently stroked the rain-soaked inscription - the tomb of Su Biyun.

Su Jin lowered his eyes, and his fingertips stroked the inscription inch by inch, as if he could touch the figure in his memory.

The voice was choked in the roar, Su Jin moved his mouth slightly, and called out the title that had been avoided for many years: "...... Mother. ”

The fragments of memory gradually glue together.

She remembered the cold, painful touch of her knees on the floor eight years ago, kneeling in front of this monument.

The accusations in her ears and the distance of her relatives, she turned a deaf ear. Surprisingly calmly, calmly like a stranger.

She didn't even shed a single tear that night, what the people around her said, she didn't seem to hear anything, her thoughts were mixed, and she only heard her uncle Su Shaoyun's powerless sentence in a trance: "Su Jin, do you have a heart?" ”

Whether there is a heart, she does not know. She only felt that her heart was suffocating her, and the sounds around her seemed to be separated by her, and her face was so stiff that she couldn't make a trace of expression, even if it was the crying she should have.

She thought, maybe I'm one of those people, cold-blooded and numb, selfish and thorough.

Su Jin withdrew from the distant memory, suppressed his trembling hands, stared at the name of the person on the tablet for a long time, and then turned around and walked away with an umbrella.

The back is lonely. Just like back then, after everyone dispersed, supporting the kneeling numb legs, staggering step by step.

From then on, she knew that from then on, she was a homeless person.

……

The rain stopped

Su Jin put away her umbrella and walked into the supermarket on the street, ready to buy some things and fill the empty refrigerator.

Looking down at his phone, it was not surprising that Li Xin had repeatedly bombed the news, and it seemed that he had not received a reply from her for a long time, and the messages over there became more and more frequent.

[Xinxin: "Are you there?] ”】

[Xinxin: "Why don't you go back?" ”】

[Xinxin: "Where are you?" ”】

[Heart: "Squeak? ”】

[Xinxin: "If you dare to run away like before, I will go to the sky and enter the sea to settle accounts with you......]

…………

Su Jin was a little helpless, Li Xin's temper has become more and more hot over the years, his heart was slightly warm, and he was about to go back, but he unexpectedly saw a message from the bottom of the morning.

[Yun Shen: "Are you still comfortable returning to China?" Did you take the medicine on time? Pay more attention to your body. ”】

Su Jin in front of the screen, her fingers paused slightly, and after a while, she still replied to the message

[I'm fine. 】

……

Late at night on the other side of the ocean, a pale-faced man slept on the bed with his eyes closed, the drip of the infusion kept falling, and several doctors with blonde hair and high nose and wearing white coats were constantly measuring the changes in the man's body temperature.

The mobile phone placed at the head of the bed, with a slight whisper, did not attract everyone's attention.