"Jingle Bell...... Jingle ......"

The crisp bell rang, and it was particularly clear and bright in this quiet and small room.

Du Shiling was stunned.

After a moment of stunned and hesitation, he hurriedly pulled down the golden bell and gently broke the petal-shaped bell with his hand.

A milky white bead the size of a lotus seed fell out of it, bounced on the table a few times and rolled for a while, and finally slowly stopped at Du Shiling's hand.

Under the light, this bead appears in the purest and clean white, and it stops quietly in front of you.

Du Shiling blinked, as if she didn't want to believe what she was seeing, and then shook her head vigorously.

"No......"

He lowered his head and wanted to pinch the beads, but at this time he found that his hands were trembling, an easy pinching action, but he couldn't do it, there seemed to be many identical beads in front of him, no matter how he reached out to grab it, he just couldn't catch it......

With a quick and short gasp, Du Shiling finally pinched the small bead with red eyes.

He stared closely, almost masochistically, trying to see a glimmer of evidence from it that would disprove his suspicions.

"No...... No......"

The muttering in his mouth was like a nightmare, and at this moment, he couldn't feel any of his own physiological activities, he couldn't hear, he couldn't see, he couldn't smell, he couldn't touch......

In my heart, in my brain, it was like being pierced by a knife and split by lightning, and after the sting, there was crazy fear and helplessness.

In the dark night, he rushed out desperately, and when the spring was cold, the man ran wild all night in thin clothes, and he came to the port, to the place where she was sent away.

It was terrible dark, there was no people, no ships, no moon, only the sound of the "whirring" wind, blowing through his hollow heart, cold, biting.

——

In that place thousands of miles away, there is a beautiful and quiet hut in the woods, outside the house is like green grass, full of flowers, from time to time there are small beasts from the forest, curious and timid come to see, sniff.

The room was inhabited by a handsome, emaciated man who had come here three years ago and had lived here ever since.

The cottage was really small, small enough to fit a bed, a table and chairs, and a cat with pure white hair.

His cat is well-behaved and clingy, always gently walking to the bed when the first ray of sunlight shines into the house in the early morning, waking up the old man on the bed softly, and then accompanying the man to breakfast, going to the forest to pick fruits, going to the stream to fetch water, and then going to the back mountain to pick the freshest and most beautiful bouquet, carrying the blue and pure white of the sky on his back, facing the wind of the valley, slowly walking to another mountain.

There is a small tombstone placed there, there is no word on the tablet, it is beside the green mountains and green waters, feeling the breeze and drizzle every day, quietly and staying here for a long time.

The man bends down and replaces yesterday's withered flowers with the freshest flowers, and then he sits down slowly, facing the wordless tombstone, silently and quietly staring into the distance.

His gaze was blank, he didn't know what he wanted to see through the green mountain, his lonely and shallow pupils were always slightly dilated, no one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew who this wordless monument belonged to.

Then a wisp of wind blew, the white cat came over affectionately, quietly prostrate on the man's lap, and raised his head from time to time to look into the distance, this action was very much like his master, a pair of beautiful eyes flashed shallow light.

The man would sit from morning to evening, eating a little dry bread and drinking two sips of water, during which time he would do nothing but sit quietly with the soul under the tombstone, and a white cat sitting beside him.

Eight years have passed.

Everything in the mountains remains the same, the hut and the green mountains are still the same as they were at the beginning, but the men and cats who live in the huts are old.

Especially the cat, its pure white fur has become thin, its teeth have gradually fallen out, its slender body has become a little rickety, and its brisk steps have become more and more slow.

This morning, the old cat accompanied the man to the mountain as usual, the wind on the mountain was still clear and soft, and when it blew in the face, it made people feel as if time had been standing still.

The old cat couldn't walk anymore, and lay at the man's feet panting hard.

Looking at its old appearance, the man reached out for the first time and picked it up, gently resting it in his arms, one hand gently brushing its head, looking at the distant mountain, he muttered in a low voice.

"I know you're not her."

"But thank you for being with me for more than ten years......"

He knew, he knew from the beginning, that it wasn't his cat.

His cat is long gone.

Although he knows everything, he has been deceiving himself, living in a state of confusion for so many years, closing his heart and never facing reality.

But now, his only thought is leaving.

The old cat lay quietly in the man's arms, facing the gradually rising glow in the distance, and the already cloudy pupils burst out again with unprecedented light.

It licked the man's hand lightly, and with all its might, called in a low voice.

"Meow ......"

Today, the man completely lost his cat.

Facing the falling red sun in the mountains, he slowly lowered his head, gently leaned against the wordless monument, and slowly closed his eyes.

——

A hundred years later.

In the Beijing tourist area, an old mansion with a history of nearly 500 years is open to the public as a key protected tourist attraction.

A week before the opening, thousands of tourists came to follow the special tour guide sent by the municipal government, along the historical trajectory of a hundred years ago, and feel the old residence of the Du family with the rich history of the owner.

"The place where everyone is standing now is the home of Mr. Du Shiling, the most famous patriotic philanthropist in modern history, the president of the foreign trade commercial bank, the richest man in Lincheng that year, the entrepreneur with tens of millions of assets, and Mr. Du Shiling. I'm sure all of you are aware of Mr. Du's outstanding contributions to the founding of the New China Kingdom, but you certainly don't know the history of the place where Mr. Du grew up as a child......

The door of the old mansion, which has been sealed for nearly a hundred years, slowly opens in front of you, accompanied by the sound of "creaking", symbolizing the disappearance of the old era, and the sound of the coming of the new era also rings the bell of history in the ears.

All the tourists are immersed in this combination of Chinese and Western ancient mansions, the tour guide will explain and lead the team, at the last stop, that is, in the landscape courtyard of the Du family, the tour guide played a precious historical information to all tourists.

"Here is the most precious personal information about Mr. Du, taken by the reporter of the People's Daily, here, you can also know the most real Mr. Du, then please be quiet, together to witness the most mysterious, has single-handedly promoted the process of the revolutionary journey to speed up the process of ten years, Mr. Du Shiling left a video."

The black-and-white picture slowly unfolded in front of the eyes, the man sitting in front of the black curtain, young, handsome, holding a standard and nice Mandarin, methodically narrating the donation content, wearing a decent and elegant Chinese short horse coat, sitting upright and elegant, no one can believe that he is the giant rich gentry who controlled the economic lifeline of Lincheng a hundred years ago.

It doesn't look like a businessman, but like a knowledgeable professor.

At the end of the video, the photographer asked.

"You donated all your property in your wife's name, so why didn't your wife show up today?"

The man of a hundred years ago had a calm face, and his eyes were gentle and firm.

"She's far away, waiting for me to come home."

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