Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Li Jingshen looked at the distant figure of the car, and his heart suddenly became empty. How could there be such similar eyes in the world?Even looking at him, his eyes were exactly the same as in the dream, which made his heart ache just thinking about it.

Zhao Qian panted and ran to his side: "President Li, what's wrong with you?"

Li Jingshen murmured: "I just saw Shen Zhichu."

Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment, carefully recalling the scene just now: "You said that the woman who got into the elevator just now was Shen Zhichu?"

Li Jingshen didn't make a sound, just acquiesced.

The woman who entered the elevator covered her face tightly with a mask, only her eyes were exposed. Zhao Qian didn't know how Li Jingshen recognized that it was Shen Zhichu.

What's more, Shen Zhichu died three years ago, and was burned alive on the snowy Christmas day, they all knew it.

"Boss Li, she has been dead for three years, it is impossible for you to still see her."

Of course he knew that Shen Zhichu was dead, and he personally put Shen Zhichu's body in the crystal coffin. He also verified 76 DNA tests, each of which was her, true and cruel.

But at that moment in the elevator, he felt that Shen Zhichu had returned.

Looking into those eyes, he couldn't help but think back to these miserable three years, and his life was worse than death.

Every time he dreams back at midnight, he will dream of the past between him and Shen Zhichu, seeing her struggling in the operating room, the dead baby who was cut out of her stomach, and the twisted legs that were broken when she fell off the car , the struggle before death leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows in the fire... These undoubtedly reminded him that he had sinned deeply.

Zhao Qian reminded him from time to time that that was a thing of the past, but only he knew that he couldn't make it through...

In order to punish him for being ignorant of people, Shen Zhichu asked Lu Tingchuan to set fire to himself and burn himself to death.

In the past three years, he either guarded a lonely grave, or looked at the sea.

When Li Jingshen thought of this, the corners of his eyes couldn't help getting wet. He stood on the road with red eyes and watched the scene where the car disappeared.

He was as disappointed as he was looking forward to. He stood there alone, like he was at the end of the kindergarten waiting for someone to pick up a child.

"Her eyes are very similar to Shen Zhichu, very similar, for a moment I thought she was looking at me."

"There are many similar people in this world. Mr. Li, in the past two years or so, many people have put women who look similar to Shen Zhichu around you, but you also know that they are just like them, and they are not her."

Zhao Qian was always the most straightforward, putting words directly into his ribs.

Yes, they are not Shen Zhichu, at most they are similar... A year ago, Lu Tingchuan put a woman next to him, that person was half or half like Shen Zhichu, and even changed his name to be the same.

But what's the matter, they look like their names... none of them are her.

In order to punish him, Shen Zhichu died in despair.

"It would be great if there were rebirth and soul possession in this world."

Zhao Qian shook his head helplessly, and Li Jingshen went crazy again.

"Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and the others have already arrived at the box upstairs, and asked when we will arrive."

Li Jingshen turned around, and the whole person changed back to the reserved and inhuman appearance just now, but if you observe carefully, you will find that the depths of his eyes are exhausted and haggard.

Li Jingshen went upstairs to talk about cooperation, he was methodical in his work, only at such times would people feel that he was still alive.

After finishing his work at five o'clock in the afternoon, he returned to the villa on the island. The villa was decorated according to Shen Zhichu's preferences.

Three years can completely wipe out a person's existence, no matter how he tries to keep her, she won't be able to keep a breath of her.

Even the sofa that Shen Zhichu loved to lie on became strange.

Li Jingshen sat on the sofa dejectedly, looking at the photo on the coffee table, it was Shen Zhichu's photo, he found it after searching for a long time.

There are photos of Shen Zhichu in every corner of the house, from childhood to adulthood, there are photos of the full moon at birth and sleeping with eyes closed, there are also photos of the cute appearance of spitting bubbles for a hundred days, and there is a first-year-old lottery, going to elementary school, junior high school, and high school. ,University……

From a photo of a person to a group photo and then back to a person.

Li Jingshen touched the outline of the photo, as if passing through the photo and rubbing against Shen Zhichu's face, he held the photo and said to himself: "I saw a person today, her eyes are really similar to yours... ...like when you hated me and didn't love me..."

"You said how long it has been since I saw you smile, and you never forgave me even in my dream." A drop of water fell on the frame of the mirror.

Li Jingshen quickly took out a tissue and wiped it gently, like treating a fragile treasure.

People who were not able to cherish well during their lifetime, but after death they are facing lifeless photo frames.

In the photo, Shen Zhichu was wearing a school uniform, smiling brightly with the sun on his head. At that time, the dimples at the corners of Shen Zhichu's mouth were full of honey.

He almost forgot that Shen Zhichu was also happy.

Li Jingshen touched the pocket of his jacket, poured out a cigarette from it and dropped it on the ground, he looked down, the cigarette was given to him by his partner today, and he put it in his pocket casually.

Seeing that he suddenly wanted to take two sips, he picked it up, rubbed it with his fingertips, and after a while, he crushed it and threw it into the trash can.

Shen Zhichu doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, and seeing him smoking will definitely not dream of him again.

After Shen Zhichu's death, Zhao Qian arranged his daily work and rest, responsible for his meals, and reminded him to sleep, lest he would wear down his body if he didn't pay attention.

Zhao Qian ordered dinner to be delivered, two dishes and one soup, but Li Jingshen ate alone but set out two bowls.

He stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish in the bowl, carefully picked out the fishbone, and subconsciously stretched it into the bowl next to him: "The fishbone has been picked out, it's your favorite belly meat..."

After the chopsticks holding the fish were handed over, he suddenly came to his senses. People who love to eat fish belly meat are long gone, but some habits have been engraved in his memory, even in the past three years, he will still remember them.

He lowered his head and smiled, with tears streaming down his face. He carefully put the fish meat into the bowl next to him, and then took another piece of fish meat to eat.

Mixed with tears, I slowly chewed in my throat, and my stomach was full of bitterness.

In the dead of night, Li Jingshen, who has nothing to do, can't help but think about Shen Zhichu, his heart hurts and he vomits blood.

His nerves were disturbed as early as two years ago, and he would occasionally split and go crazy from time to time...

Every room in the villa was lit, because he knew that Shen Zhichu was afraid of the dark, and he wanted her to see the lights waiting for her to go home.

Maybe she will come back...

The tableware would be washed every day in the kitchen, Li Jingshen nestled on the sofa for a while holding Shen Zhichu's photo frame.

Hearing the sound of "dongdong" coming from the stairs, he raised his head.

Besides him, there is an ugly cat in this villa. The ugly cat is Nian Nian when Shen Zhichu held him in his arms and called him a big cub.