After listening to Aunt Xiaolin's introduction, Lin Mu felt that the world was spinning and he was dizzy. Although his grandfather claimed that he had killed Lao Lin, Lin Mu never dared to believe it in his heart, and he didn't want to believe it.

The suspense novels he had read told himself that none of this was true, maybe it was just a test that their family had deliberately arranged for him.

But now that my mother had a sudden car accident, it was from Aunt Kobayashi, who my mother had never been waiting to see, and it was naturally not a joke.

Lin Mu was uneasy in his heart, on the one hand, he didn't believe that all this happened naturally. Who is behind this, and who must have trouble with their family?

Lin Mu felt that all this had something to do with Lao Lin and the box. On the other hand, I felt at a loss and helpless, feeling that since I was admitted to university and came to Bangkok, everything was like a nightmare, and I didn't know when this nightmare under pressure would wake up.

I want to go back to Chiang Rai, I want to see my mother. Lin Mu began to frantically book train tickets, air tickets, and long-distance bus tickets online, but there were none, none of them.

He first swiped on his phone, then ran back to the dormitory, turned on the computer, and swiped on the computer, but it was all in vain.

Too late to turn off the computer, he ran to the school gate in one go, stood on the side of the road, reached out to stop a taxi, and asked the driver.

The driver shook his head, looked at the depressed college student and said that the one-way trip from Bangkok to Chiang Rai is nearly 1,000 kilometers, and the price is 20,000 baht.

As a student, Lin Mu simply didn't have so much money, he knew it, and the driver knew it. Lin Mu has no relatives or friends in Bangkok, and he doesn't have a very deep relationship with his classmates, even if it is very deep, how many poor students can have such a large amount of money?

The taxi was gone, and a stake-like stake of a wooden tree and a telephone pole were slick and pestle.

Lin Mu stood desperately for a long time, when the dim street lamp suddenly came on and struck him in the face, like a bayonet forcing him to speak, saying that he was an incompetent man.

At this moment, he remembered what a famous Chinese writer said, that all human suffering is essentially anger at one's own incompetence.

He crouched on the side of the road, holding his head in his hands, and found that tears were flowing involuntarily. A pair of hands lightly rested on the shoulders of Lin Mu, which were a pair of women's hands, because the freshness of perfume was filled with it.

He suddenly remembered Zheng Qimin, countless times dreamily, he sat on the stone on the seashore or the top of the mountain, Zheng Qimin reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, their eyes were firm and soft, and they looked up together at the glorious future in the distance.

Young people's dreams are so consistent and neat. Thinking of this, his hand unconsciously touched it.

However, the hands were colder to the touch, and he saw the blood-red nail polish on his fingertips, red like roses lit in the night.

It's not Zheng Qimin, Zheng Qimin has always been without makeup. He looked back in surprise, a strange woman, pale, wearing sunglasses, long black hair draped over her shoulders, like a pouring down of the night.

She wore a goose-yellow dress with an exaggerated flower embroidered on her chest. The woman was carrying an LV universal bag, standing slimly behind the trees, dressed up in a fancy way.

Lin Mu remembered that some classmates had joked in private before, and this was probably the girl standing on the street.

The woman seemed to see through Lin Mu's thoughts, she was not angry, she smiled, and said softly, white.