The Deepest Color of the Night

Fang Jin has been in charge of the Gu family for more than two years, sealed the main study room used by Gu Mingzong with cement, and moved all the things out and put them in the warehouse.Gu Yuan asked people to sort out all the belongings and spread them out in the courtyard, and then searched Fang Jin's bedroom by himself without anyone.

In the end, he didn't bother at all, and found an encrypted suitcase in the bottom cabinet of the closet that no one usually opened.

——He guessed right. Fang Jin's departure from the hospital was purely an emergency move. His original plan was to leave the Gu family calmly.So if that's the case, the things he was going to take away must still be in Gu's house before he could get them, so he searched them when he came back.

The suitcase was quite strong, so Gu Yuan had someone saw open the metal shell, turned all the contents inside out, and dumped it on the carpet with a clatter.

Unexpectedly, there were not many things in the box, and they were very ordinary, that is, documents, passports, some changes of clothes and medicines.Gu Yuan's emotion, which was as calm as ice, suddenly burst when he saw the pill boxes all over the floor.He half-kneeled on the bedroom carpet, picked up the dark glass medicine bottle closest to him, and let out a dull and hoarse gasp from his chest.

How long did Fang Jin take these medicines?

Since he returned to Gu's house for half a month, where did Fang Jin hide the medicine bottle, and secretly carried him to get the medicine every day?

Gu Yuan rummaged through the sundries like a drowning person looking for driftwood. He even lifted his clothes and shook them a few times, but there was no clue.There is no word or paper, no old things, even the ring was hung by Fang Jin's neck and taken away.

Clothes and documents overlapped on the ground, and the passport was opened to reveal the photo of Jin on the top of the front page. At that time, he was not sick, he looked good, his eyes were bright, and even the ID photo could not stop his unforgettable look.

After a while, Gu Yuan stopped his movements, squatted on the ground and covered his eyes.

Fang Jin has been in the Gu family for so many years, did he leave nothing behind when he was a child?

Or did he not want to take any old things away at all, and took the opportunity to destroy them all long ago?

Thinking of Fang Jin's mood when he destroyed all his old things, Gu Yuan's throat tightened, as if there was a sharp pain like suffocation, and tearing blood came out from his internal organs.

—He doesn't want to come back.He knew he couldn't come back.

Gu Yuan forcefully let out a breath, opened his eyes and stood up, wanting to go to the yard to look at the things brought out from the main study.At this moment, he realized that he was holding a handkerchief in his hand, which he just grabbed from the clothes all over the floor and pressed it to his face.

He didn't bother to pay too much attention, and when he was about to throw the handkerchief back to the ground, he suddenly let out a soft "Huh".

That looked familiar.

Gu Yuan unfolded the handkerchief, and saw that the fabric was very old, and the soft white cotton was slightly yellowed, but because it was neatly folded and stored properly, it didn't have any peculiar smell, and it was clean without wrinkles.

On the lower right corner of the handkerchief, embroidered with white silk thread is a neat and elegant small character - Lin.

A certain string deep in Gu Yuan's memory suddenly twitched, and then his pupils suddenly tightened.

He knew the meaning of the word, and he also remembered the handkerchief: Ke Lin, that was his mother's name. He often carried this handkerchief with him when he was a child, and it was a relic left by his mother.

But how could it appear beside Fang Jin? !

In an instant, memories of childhood flooded into my mind, frame by frame, all reflected in Gu Yuan's astonished eyes.It was the summer when he was eleven or twelve years old, and he saw that little girl for the first time on the bluestone steps of the Gu family's mansion; at that time she was just a snow-white little bag of tears, sobbing and choking, wiping away tears while crying. Tell him: "My parents are gone..."

She cried so hard that her entire face was wet, and she kept wiping her tears with both hands alternately. On the spur of the moment, the young Gu Yuan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to her.

In fact, little Gu Yuan felt a little distressed at that time: If the little girl didn't look so good when she cried, he wouldn't be willing to take out the handkerchief.

"You still cry when you're so ugly, and you'll be even uglier if you cry again!"

"My name is Gu Yuan, what's your name?"

Unexpectedly, when the little girl heard his name, she stopped crying immediately, her tearful eyes opened wide as if she had seen a ghost.

Gu Yuanqi asked: "...what's the matter with you?"

In the next second, the little girl suddenly jumped up, like a nimble little rabbit, and rushed down the stairs to the distance in an instant!

"Hey! Where are you going? Come back!"

Gu Yuan was stunned, and when she reacted, she immediately ran after her, but she ran so fast under the panic, even a boy like Gu Yuan couldn't catch up.He watched the little girl's figure pass through the garden and disappeared in a flash among the dense woods, and suddenly stopped in a panic: "Hey, give me back the handkerchief! That's my mother's handkerchief—!"

The voice echoed endlessly, but the little girl was never seen again.

·

Later, Gu Yuan specifically went to the housekeeper to ask who the little girl was, and wanted to get the handkerchief back - the Gu family never had such a ridiculous tradition of buying a child back as a servant, so he thought that the little girl was someone who made a mistake The relatives of the subordinates, or the children in the company below who owed the Gu family a debt, were taken hostage.

However, the butler hesitated to speak, and took a long time to ask: "Young master, I don't know who you are talking about. It's just that Mr. Gu has been asking around for people with the same blood type as you recently, just to be on the safe side. The person you mentioned The child is likely to be..."

Gu Yuan suddenly understood.

Children who grew up in wealthy chaebols are precocious at a few years old.At that age, Gu Yuan had actually begun to understand, and even gradually came into contact with many cruel, unfair things that were hard for normal people living in the sun to imagine.

He just felt a little unacceptable, why should his own safety be based on the life of another innocent person?

Could it be that because of his good background, he was born superior to others?

That summer afternoon, the little girl's heart-piercing cry was like the most severe whipping, lashing hard at his soul.For a long time, Gu Yuan tried his best to avoid going to the garden, and he would even draw the curtains on purpose to avoid seeing the bluestone steps from the bedroom; it seemed that there was an indescribable feeling in his heart that made him not want to see that little girl again .

He was too young then, and it took him many years to realize that it was actually shame and timidity.

——It’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s that he doesn’t dare.

·

Gu Yuan stood motionless on the spot, tightly clutching the handkerchief, momentarily awake and sometimes in a trance.The crying face of the little girl in the long memory, and Fang Jin's slightly lowered and gentle eyes, flashed in his brain like phantoms, alternated and overlapped; in the end, everything turned into a garden and grass. Suddenly, Fang Jin went up and held Fang Jin in his arms. At that moment, Fang Jin looked up at each other in astonishment, and the stars all over the sky were reflected in his bright eyes, like the sparkling water.

After all, I only met once, if the child was not a little girl back then...

If he's been... misunderstood all these years...

It was as if a small cluster of flames ignited in Gu Yuan's heart. Without even thinking about it, he took out the phone from his pocket with trembling fingers, because his mind was completely blank and he even entered the wrong password twice.

The ten or so seconds of waiting before the connection was endlessly long, and finally a "Hello?" came from the phone, followed by the dean's voice this afternoon: "Young Master Gu, oops, I'm sorry I didn't have time to send you off today. You. Actually, I still have something to do here, about the patient you sent..."

"Principal Sun," Gu Yuan interrupted him, with tremors in his voice that he couldn't detect, but was actually very obvious: "—the patient I sent, Fang Jin, what blood type is he?"

It was really just a momentary pause.

Immediately afterwards, the dean's voice sounded, very natural and with a little emotion:

"I was just about to tell you. Mr. Fang's blood type is Rh-negative AB type, which is the rarest type among panda blood, accounting for about one ten-thousandth to three ten-thousandths of the population. Because of this The reason is that it will be difficult for him to match the type, so if the diagnosis is confirmed, it is necessary to conduct screening and investigation of the National Bone Marrow Bank as soon as possible..."

Gu Yuan's hand holding the phone slowly dropped.

As if all his strength had been taken away suddenly, he half-kneeled on the carpet, and then fell down.

The dean was still talking on the phone, but Gu Yuan's mind was buzzing and he couldn't hear anything.In a daze, he could only think of the last time he heard about the little girl. It was after he woke up from a car accident and was alone in the hospital. As long as he closed his eyes, he could hear the little girl crying helplessly. For the first time in his life, he took the initiative to call Gu Mingzong, and asked with uncontrollable sobs: "Father...the girl who gave me blood transfusion during the operation, she...where is she now?"

At that time, the other end of the phone was silent for a long time before Gu Mingzong's cold voice came: "Not here anymore."

Is gone.

Those three simple words, like the imprint of sin, were deeply imprinted into Gu Yuan's soul, turning into a mournful scream deep in his veins.

Gu Yuan burst into tears, he couldn't move his whole body on the hospital bed, because the serious injury hadn't healed and his crying was so hoarse that he couldn't bear to hear it.

Gu Mingzong listened to this for a long time, indifferent from the beginning to the end.It wasn't until Gu Yuan could no longer make a sound, and only the tearing gasps came out of his trachea, that he said coldly: "Is it so hard to accept that my life was bought by someone else? "

"..."

"You are reckless, rash, and not strong enough, so you can't protect yourself. In the end, it is others who pay the price. It doesn't matter Gu Yuan, just cry like this weak and incompetent, and you will know later when you lose more things."

Gu Mingzong hung up the phone.

That was the last direct phone call between father and son before Gu Yuan returned from studying in the UK a few years later.

After being discharged from the hospital, Gu Yuan learned how to carve for several months, and finally carved out the stele with his own hands, and built an empty tomb for the little girl in the best part of the cemetery.From then on, he would visit every Qingming Festival and death day, and every time, rain or shine, he would put down a bunch of white flowers in full bloom in front of the tombstone alone.

He never told anyone about the existence of the cemetery as if he was sticking to a secret, until several years later, on that sunny morning, he finally opened his forbidden place to Fang Jin with his own hands.

"Please keep this a secret for me..."

"...I just don't want to see you hurt in front of me."

He stretched out his hand to Fang Jin, but Fang Jin slowly burst into tears, and then came up to give him a tight hug.

——That was really the first time Fang Jin took the initiative to hug him.

·

Gu Yuan stretched out his palm tremblingly.The little girl who ran away in panic at that moment in childhood, the girl who entrusted his beautiful first love in youth, and Fang Jin who shed a hot tear on his shoulder in the cemetery many years later; all reality and illusion overlap into one person , bent down from the void, and gently held his hand.

"So you've always been..."

Gu Yuan clenched his palms tightly, feeling his nails digging deep into his flesh amid the tingling pain, and the sour liquid slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes through his nose: "For so many years...you have always been..."

It took me so many years to return to the place where I met you. I just want to say, I miss you very much.

——I will definitely find you again.