He looked at her in silence.

She was silent.

In the end, she only said, "Goodbye, Mr. Yi." ”

Then he turned and walked away.

He sat there as if she had never been there, and there was a faint smell of perfume on her body in the room.

She was like a shadow, more like a dream, appearing countless times when he was asleep, but every time he woke up, it was always an illusory Skyclave.

He suddenly felt weak in just a few dozen minutes.

For more than 20 years, he has imagined a reunion with her countless times.

He had thought about countless situations, but he didn't expect her to be so calm, so calm, so calm that he was almost disappointed.

He thought that years of hatred would make her hysterical about herself, he thought she would hate herself, he thought she would vent to herself with fierce words.

But today she is so calm, it is like an irrelevant play, she has already rehearsed her lines, and just read them again.

He always thought that all the plots and all the lines were in his hands, but now he felt a little impetuous, as if something was wrong.

He pressed the inside line and told the secretary: "Contact Zhao Zicheng, no matter what method you use, contact him for me." ”

The secretary didn't find Zhao Zicheng, but in the end, Zhao Zicheng came to the door by himself.

The secretary's office reported to him very unexpectedly: "Mr. Zhao is here, have you seen Mr. Yi?" ”

He was taking medicine, and when he heard this, he casually put down the pill and said, "Invite him in immediately." ”

After a while, the secretary pushed open the double doors, but Zhao Zicheng stood behind the door, looking at him motionlessly, his eyes were confused and dazed, just looking at him.

Yi Zhen looked at him, his heart was complicated, but it was more of an indescribable pride, he was so similar to himself, even his demeanor was so similar.

It was his Son, who was bound by blood above all else.

In this world, there is nothing more important than him, he is the most important continuation of him, a part of his life, and the future of his life.

Zhao Zicheng's gaze gradually cooled, and in the end, he turned around without saying a word and wanted to leave.

"Zicheng!"

He stopped him: "Your mother has just arrived, maybe you don't know what she said." ”

Zhao Zicheng looked back at him quietly.

Outside the window, it was stormy.

Zhao Zicheng's eyes were calm.

A suffocating silence.

Finally, he said, "Mr. Yi, I have seen you. ”

His voice seemed to be seeping with ice, Yi Zhen suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and Zhao Zicheng's gaze also seemed to be seeping with ice, cold and sharp: "When I was three years old in kindergarten, you once saw me outside the window, and I didn't know who you were at that time. When I was in college, you pretended to pass by outside the auditorium, and I could only see your back. Maybe more times you've watched me in the dark, but I didn't know it. ”

"You are my son, and I want you to come back to me." Yi Zhen's voice couldn't help but show tiredness, "I'm old, and I don't have any other wishes, I just want you back." ”

"It's better to say that because you don't have another son, and Dongqu needs an excellent heir."

"Zicheng!"

His tone was calm and calm: "Mr. Yi, I will never admit our relationship. ”

Yi Zhen looked at him, as if he didn't hear what he was saying.

He said to Yi Zhen: "I will not admit my relationship with you, just as you did not hesitate to turn your back on the eldest sister back then. Everything you have doesn't mean anything to me, so please stop being delusional. ”

Yi Zhen smiled instead: "Do you know what you're refusing?" You're rejecting my inheritance! You're rejecting tens of billions of property! ”

He was still smiling, looking at him with bright eyes: "Mr. Yi, you are used to using money and wealth to obtain everything in this world, but for me, there are many things that are much more important than money and wealth. So, I refuse. ”

His every word was like a whip, whipping mercilessly at his heart: "I've always felt scared, you know? I was scared when I didn't know it, and even more scared after I knew. I didn't know what I was afraid of, now I know that I'm afraid I'm just like you, but now I know better that I'll never be like you. I will never betray my eldest sister, and I will never give up on the person I love. This is where I am different from you, and I will never be. ”

Yi Zhen involuntarily covered his chest: "But you are now in huge debt, and you will be ruined tomorrow." ”

The corners of his mouth hooked into a smile: "Today you did win very beautifully, I did lose a mess." ”

He looked out the window, the white rain covered everything, he couldn't see anything clearly, his voice and the sound of the rain, with a slight coolness, "It's come to this...... If you want me to jump from here, then I'll let you ......."

Zhao Zicheng pushed open the window hard, and the wind poured in.

The papers on the desk flew all over the sky, and he stood in the wind like a statue, allowing the wind to carry the cold rain and splash it on him.

Outside the window is a dark sky and an inky sea......

Yi Zhen grabbed the whole person, pressed on the glass with a "bang", and finally closed the window.

But he held on to the glass, in great pain, gritted his teeth and persisted, refusing to bend down, as if the whole person was pierced and torn apart by an invisible long sword.

The sharp pain in his chest made him feel like he couldn't breathe, almost suffocated.

Zhao Zicheng looked at him and paused word by word: "Mr. Yi, if you refuse to let me die today, then from now on, we will have nothing to do with each other." ”

Yi Zhen only felt that he couldn't breathe, the sharp pain in his heart became more and more intense, his thinking gradually blurred, the whole world fell apart in front of his eyes, and everything gradually faded away.

He could only hear the sound of wind and rain behind him, as if carrying a thunderbolt, swept towards him, and swallowed his whole person.

Zhao Zicheng walked to the door, did not look back, and like his mother, he left only one sentence, "Goodbye, Mr. Yi." ”

And he left.

Yi Zhen knew that he had really left his own world.

They had nothing to do with each other since.

He only felt a tingling pain in his chest, infinitely depressed, and he couldn't breathe.

The view gradually blurred.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the first time he met Lin Zi.

She never knew that when she was a freshman, he happened to pass by their school, she was very young and shy at that time, and the person next to her was about her boyfriend, and the two were laughing and playing under the shade of the trees.

The sun shines on their faces, and it looks so beautiful and brilliant.

He knew early on that she was their child.

But at that moment, he suddenly became envious, envious of the boy who could hold her unscrupulously in his arms.

Envy that they can easily smile so brightly in the sun.

And he has to work hard to live like them.

On that day, he stood at the door, stood for a long time, looked at it for a long time.

He would never forget how beautiful the smile on her face was.

Later, he finally met her, and as he expected, she really fell in love with him, and she loved him completely, and she loved carefully.

There were even several voices in his heart that told him, stop, stop.

It wasn't until he came to her house that he saw that person, the person who made him like this, all the beauty that he had carefully cared for, that he wanted to treasure, all collapsed the moment he met him.

He saw that they were a happy family, father and mother loved, parents respected each other like guests, all of them were what he had longed for for so many years, because because of him, he had nothing.

From that moment on, he made up his mind that he must, will, will not let him go, definitely.

Actually, Lin Zi didn't know that he loved her very much, loved her more than she imagined, and loved her for a longer time than she imagined.

When they were together, he rarely told her that he loved her, as if that sentence would touch his nerves and make him unconsciously move towards a state of increasing uncontrol.

Later, he often wondered if people could manipulate their own memories.

If not, where do all the self-deceptive whitewashing and comfort come from?

If so, why are there only inconsequential details that we can remember about many important events? The face of the protagonist, who is so vivid that it cannot be ignored and stands in front of the camera of the years, becomes blurred.

Lin Zi never knew that his father's death had nothing to do with him.

The note he sent at that time was that as long as he was willing to give up the Lin family, he would protect Lin Zi for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect that Xu Chenrui and Shi Mu would later secretly change this note, making things out of control.

His power is getting bigger and bigger, and he knows Lin Zi's life abroad in those years.

In addition to what Zhao Zicheng said, he actually went to see her more than once.

Every year on his birthday, he would go there to see her, buy a small cake for himself, light a candle on a park bench where she often went out for a walk, pretend that she never left, and silently make a wish.

He can't remember what wishes he made over the years, he just hopes that she can be safe.

His memory suddenly flooded back to him, and he felt his body sink deeper and heavier, a little unsteady on his feet, and with a thud, he lost consciousness.

In a daze, I only listened to the secretary's voice, "Mr. Yi!" ”

A year later.

"Big sister."

Zhao Zicheng is still used to calling her eldest sister.

Zhao Zicheng took Fang Zhihui's hand, hugged the eldest sister who was a little unsteady in walking, and walked in the direction of the cemetery.

Today is the Qingming Festival, the rain is a little heavy, at this time in previous years, the cemetery is full of people, but this year, maybe it is the weather, and maybe the sky is still early, and there are very few people in the cemetery.

Walking to Yi Zhen's tombstone, she paused.

The tombstone still has that young and handsome face, he really wants to save face, even if it is his last photo, he has to choose what he looked like when he was young.

There was some dust on the tombstone, and the food on it had long since rotted, and he really didn't mix well, and there was no one to sweep the tomb.

She took a handkerchief out of her bag and wiped it lightly on the tombstone, "Goodbye." ”

Then he turned and left.

So many years of revenge, each other's indebtedness, sweetness, is finally over.

Mr. Yi, goodbye.