The high-risk occupation is actually me

The two people inside the door and Hualei outside the door fell into silence at the same time, whether it was bitter or painful, no one felt it well.

Zhu Xuanming's throat was a little dry: "Then you...don't be tired?"

Hua Ci laughed when he heard this: "Why are you like him, you always feel that if I want to leave, I don't want this or that. Do I look like an abandoned family?"

Seeing the smile on his lips, Zhu Xuanming felt more pain in his heart.

Huaci didn't know that he revealed a wave of self-loathing from the inside out, making people feel that nothing can keep him, and one day he will be gone forever, and it will be difficult to see him again in this life.

Like a kite with a broken string.

"I mentioned it to him, he will understand." Huaci lowered his brows, thinking about something, and repeated it in a low voice for a long time, "He will understand me."

Zhu Xuanming shook his head.

The atmosphere in the office was stagnant, no one noticed Hua Lei standing outside the door, her eyes were red, her face was tense and trembling slightly.With one hand propped against the wall, he lowered his head and took a deep breath.

will not.

The two words spit out his lips, he said it silently, laughed softly, and walked away without looking back.

When Zhu Xuanming left, the whole room fell silent.The chairman's office was already big, but it was terribly empty at this moment.

Huaci's eyes froze at a certain point in the void, and then slowly lay back on the table. He felt like a bowstring that had been pulled for too long, always gathering strength, but suddenly pulled His hand loosened without warning.

No matter how long he has been tense, no matter how much strength he has accumulated, even if he vented his strength in such a smooth way, his bow will be scrapped in a smooth manner.

With a sound of "Didi", Huaci's eyes moved to the computer, and the lower right corner of the screen showed that you had received a new email.

It's an email address that hasn't been mailed in a long time, and has only ever had one purpose.

Huaci's head buzzed, and the hand that was groping for the mouse uncontrollably trembled slightly, and the moment he saw the title, his pupils constricted.

"Found him."

He thought, before everything is over, there is one last thing that must be done.

It began to rain lightly again in City S, pattering down the cornices of the cornices and forming silk threads.

Hualei walked up the stairs step by step holding a black umbrella, holding a bouquet of white and fragrant lilies in his hand, with calm eyes.

The staff in the cemetery had already seen him, jogged over, and guided them all the way to the joint cemetery of Hua's family.

There is also a bouquet of lilies in front of the quiet tombstone. The flowers are big and full, covered with rain, and they look quite fresh.

Hualei stared fixedly at the bunch of lilies, put down the one in her hand, and picked up the one in front of the grave, it was self-evident who put it there.

The severed finger lightly touched the lily, and the incomplete grasp of the pure and white beauty seemed strange.

"He visits you often."

The slanted black umbrella covered most of her face, Hualei looked at the photo on the tombstone, both the man and the woman were smiling, and they matched each other very well.

He was only nine years old when his parents passed away. He didn't spend much time with his parents, and there is almost no memory of himself. All he knows now comes from photos, videos and Hua Ci's narration.

Hua Ci misses the past even more than he does.

But he is different, he has never told Hua Ci that he only likes two people to live together.

"What did he say to you when he came...I'd like to know, he doesn't talk to me very much recently."

"I always come home very late, and sometimes I don't come home. I wait for him every day, but he won't even tell me what he's doing."

"Father, mother." Hualei's voice paused dryly, these two words were rarely pronounced in his life, and every time he spoke was full of strangeness and embarrassment.

"I know, he wants to go."

"My brother looks very soft-hearted, but his heart is actually very hard."

"I just don't quite understand why he wants to leave...why can't he love me like I love him?"

He sat on the ground without opening his umbrella, allowing the drizzle to seep into his thin shirt little by little. His voice was very low, almost muttering to himself, but he didn't intend to tell anyone.

"Everyone in this world is a monster, only the two of us are so pitiful. We should hug each other tightly for the rest of our lives."

He held a silver ring in his palms, and his face was full of doubts: "Was it me who was wrong? It was obviously him."

When Huaci returned home, he planned ahead of time when Huaci was not around. He changed his dirty clothes with a blank mind, and stood there for a while, until he saw the blood on his upper arm and realized that he should wash it off. .

The dirty blood was swept away by the clean and clear water.

Everyone thought that the car accident was an accident.

However, after the car lost control without warning and then slammed into the elevated guardrail, a person got out of the van following the car at some point. Hua Muzhi's faint cry for help was heard.

Hua Ci clearly heard the man curse, then returned to the van and slammed the broken vehicle off the cliff.

Hua Ci, who was pressed and protected by Hua Muzhi and Li Mingjuan, saw all this through bloody eyes.

He struggled with all his strength, shouted for help, his muscles trembled in pain, but all the noise he made was no louder than the vibration of the air when a moth spread its wings.

However, when Hua Ci opened his eyes for the first time from the hospital bed, what he faced was the normal monitoring and damage repair. There was no car passing by on the road, and the driving recorder was missing. The reality was so powerless that he was caught off guard.

He slept for so long that he barely woke up, and the murderer behind the scenes had enough time to escape and erase all traces.

No one would believe him, only he knew that it was not an accident, and he swallowed the bitter fruit abruptly.

Desperate and suffocated, it is thousands of times more terrifying than seeing yourself rolling down the cliff with the vehicle, metal fragments inserted into your body, and the person holding you tightly shattered in an instant.

The rushing water was still flowing, and Hua Ci rubbed the blood stained on his arm, each time with more force.

All the vivid hatred in his life was only on that one person, and it had fermented into a cancer for many years.

I finally found the driver who got out of the van not long ago. He had already fled abroad and lived a happy life.

Currently, the flow of domestic and foreign flights has become very difficult due to the epidemic, and Huaci failed to find a good enough excuse to go abroad without telling Hualei. During this period of time, he could only get through the relationship up and down, and finally purchased from abroad in the name of the group A batch of goods, several cargo ships were chartered, and the man was directly tied to the bottom of the cargo hold and transported back to the country.

Today is the first time he has seen that person in 11 years.

With just one glance, he knew that he had found the right one. The silhouette of this person had appeared in his nightmares day after day, and it had long been engraved in his heart.

Before Huaci went to see him, he thought that he was mature enough, and he even imagined many ways to interrogate him, but the moment he looked at each other, he couldn't even believe the excitement bursting out of his body.

Without any hesitation, he moved his hand.

Feeling a severe tingling pain on the arm under the water, Huaci returned to staring at his hand, the blood that was washed away by the water again was his own.

He froze on the spot for a moment, then turned off the water in a hurry, and when he looked up and saw Hua Lei standing behind him at some time in the mirror, he shivered violently.

"you're back?"

The frantic movements of hiding behind him and the unnatural tone of voice all showed that he wanted to cover up.

Hualei's eyes stayed on his hidden arm for a moment, she didn't pursue it abnormally, she just kept silent, her eyes were fixed.

"Why did you come back so early today?" Hua Ci dodged his eyes before noticing that he was wet.

"Why is it raining? No one around you has an umbrella?"

He urged Hualei to take a hot bath, went back to his room and changed into a long-sleeved dress that could cover his forearms, patted his cheeks, and got out of the bad state.

After Hualei came out of the shower, there was no one there. He frowned and heard noises in the kitchen.

Huaci was making ginger soup for him, her waist was loosely tied by a black apron, so narrow that she could hold it with a palm, her back revealed a concentration.

When he turned around and brought out the ginger soup, he saw that Hualei was already wiping his hair and sitting at the dining table waiting, his gray eyes were bent, and he pushed the ginger soup in front of Hualei: "Drink it quickly, to drive away the cold."

Spicy and slightly sweet ginger soup filled the room, rolled down the throat, and the body soon became hot

"I always don't dry my hair, and when I get cold, I know I have a headache when I'm old."

Huaci turned on the hair dryer to blow Hualei's hair, passed her fingertips through the wet black hair, shook it out gently, and stroked until the hair was dry.

From time to time, the slightly cool nails rubbed against the scalp, as if they could touch the soul, and the vibration spread from the end of the hair all the way to the root of the hair.

Hualei couldn't help shrinking her neck and shivering.

He has always felt that blowing someone else's hair is a more intimate thing than making love and kissing, throwing aside emotion and focusing on feeling the distance, as if the soul is intimacy.

But Hua Ci couldn't think of this, he just smiled softly: "Why are you still the same as when you were a child? Every time you blow your hair, you have to shrink your neck."

Hearing what he said, Hualei felt a little angry in his heart. He felt that Huaci's hair-drying for him was no different from blowing-out for a puppy. It seemed that he was thinking too much.

The hair was completely dry, Huaci turned off the hair dryer, and grunted.

"Why don't you talk all the time? Where did you go today?"

"I went to see my parents."

This time it turned into Huaci not speaking.

Hualei was already used to his silence when he heard this sentence, so he asked flatly, "Where did you go?"

"I went to see someone."

Hua Lei nodded, he didn't expect Hua Ci to tell him the truth, so he just said: "You smell bad."

They were suddenly in a very strange situation, precarious across the ice, neither side dared to take a step first.

"I know, I'm washing it off hard."

It seems that what he said was a lie, but every sentence was his own sincerity.

Huaci's hand fell on Hualei's shoulder, as light as a leaf.

Hua Lei didn't look back, he just sat quietly, his slightly low head connected to the high bridge of his nose, forming a smooth arc.

"There will be no next time such a taste."

"The last time?"

"Yes, for the last time."

?【The author has something to say:】

I'm going to ask for leave tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I'm sorry guys, there will be two days of double updates this month.