Lu Xining never thought that Jin Shaoheng would die.
He is so omnipotent, he is so powerful, it seems that she can't escape from his grasp at any time just by moving a finger.
How could such a person die?
But this day came anyway, and it came so unexpectedly.
When she was calculating how long she would have to hide from him on the island and what to do next, Gu Yuzhi said that he was dead.
Lu Xining told herself that this was good news, it meant that she could return to China and no longer had to leave her hometown.
She could go back to the place where she was born and raised, where people were all black-haired and yellow-skinned.
They speak a language they are familiar with, and no longer have to work hard to re-understand the customs and customs of a foreign country, and they no longer have to hide in Tibet.
But the hatred, resentment, and worry that had been smoldering in my heart were all drowned out by the pain spreading in my chest.
That day, Lu Xining sat in a daze for the whole day.
Gu Yuzhi was not surprised at all by her reaction. Although he was heartbroken, he still let her go and all he could do was look at her silently.
But early the next morning, he discovered that Lu Xining was missing.
She returned to the imperial capital.
The sky was still the same, foggy. There were rows of steel and concrete buildings, and the bustle of the busy streets was still the same. Everything was the same as when she left, and it was not different because of the absence of Jin Shaoheng. Even the former Jin
The buildings are still standing there.
But he is gone.
I heard that when the ambulance arrived, the car was already on fire.
She went to the store in the university town where the two of them went before, and when they served beef brisket stewed with potatoes, there was a small alcohol stove underneath.
A piece of her arm was accidentally burned red. Lu Xining looked at the injury and tears fell down.
She thought Jin Shaoheng must have been in a lot of pain at that time.
She wished that the man would suddenly jump out and tell her that everything was a lie just to trick her into coming back.
But no.
Lu Xining was like a wandering spirit, wandering around the imperial capital for a long time, but never went to Jin Shaoheng's tomb.
Sad as it was, she still blamed him.
I heard that Lin Qingyue and the child were also dead. He had a "wife and child" to accompany him, which made him, who still couldn't let go, feel humble and despicable.
Not long after, she fled there and moved to another city.
Lu Xining tried hard to cheer herself up, and she also looked for a regular job, but she was confused and taciturn every day, which made her even more unsociable.
It was not until later that I accidentally came into contact with the emerging finishing industry in China.
Her work made her wander between various families every day. Or she saw too many worldly conflicts in various families, and the pain about those feelings and love gradually faded away as time went by.
In the blink of an eye, three years passed like this.
Lu Xining became a planner and organizer, and at this time he was well-known in the industry, and his life was relatively smooth.
"Sister Xining, Mr. Zhang's house is basically finished. Please take the time to come over and take a look. If there are no problems, you can contact us for handover." The storage engineer in the team called her.
"Okay, I'll go there in the evening." Lu Xining responded.
Their team is all young people, and they work well together, and everyone can chat with each other. The working atmosphere has always been very good, and there are no complicated personnel matters.
"It's hung up," the storage clerk said.
"Bye-Bye."
Lu Xining was currently in a cooperative store in the mall, holding the design drawings and communicating with the person in charge about customization matters.
It took about an hour to finalize all the details.
I planned to go to Mr. Zhang's house that I mentioned earlier and had enough time. Unexpectedly, I was hit in the leg as soon as I walked out.
"Ouch."
Looking closely, he saw a child falling to the ground.
"Are you OK?"
Lu Xining quickly picked him up and checked whether he was injured, but when he saw his face clearly, he was obviously startled.
He is a very beautiful boy, only about three or four years old, but he is very good-looking, and he can be said to be well-proportioned. However, his facial features are a bit cold, especially his slightly frowning appearance, which makes him look quite like a little adult.
"fine."
I don't know if he has seen too many weird aunts like her who are nymphomaniacs. The boy's tone was a bit cold, he patted himself and left in a hurry.
Originally, Lu Xining was not a nosy person, but he pulled him back by some strange combination: "Wait a minute, where are you, sir?"
The boy raised his head, looked at her strangely for a long time, and said, "Beautiful aunt, you will grow old if you meddle in your own business."
He had been looking extremely serious a moment ago, but after saying this, he actually made a face at her.
Lu Xining was startled again.
The boy took the opportunity to run away again, but her clothes were held tightly by her: "If you get lost, your parents will be worried."
"I don't have a mother." Unexpectedly, the boy said this.
To Lu Xining's surprise, but wanting to poke at his sadness, he quickly apologized and said, "I'm sorry."
But the boy curled his lips and looked indifferent.
But how could such a young child not care about his mother?
Lu Xining thought so, and comforted her again: "Your father also loves you very much."
She has come into contact with many families in the past few years. Whether they are single parents or divorced, the harm to the children is great.
"I just want to find daddy, why don't you let me go?" the child said impatiently.
"He's not here?" Lu Xining was confused.
"Yeah." The boy nodded.
"Then how did you get here?" Lu Xining obviously didn't believe it.
"Nanny." The boy looked at her like she was an idiot and uttered two words.
Lu Xining wanted to say that he looked very rude. But for some reason, when he looked at his little face, he didn't feel angry at all. Is it because he was so beautiful?
"Then let's find her first and let her take you there, okay?" How can a child run around on his own?
What to do if you are kidnapped?
"No, I know it myself." The boy refused, looking very assertive.
Lu Xining couldn't help but drag him to the service desk.
After the mall staff understood the reason, they kept communicating with the children, and then the news of the missing child came over the radio.
Lu Xining retired after his success and originally wanted to leave.
But seeing him sitting there alone with a frown on his face, he turned back and asked, "Would you like something to drink?"
The boy looked at her in surprise.
"Fruits are also available." Lu Xining pointed to the stall opposite the service desk.
The boy nodded, not politely this time.
So Lu Xining took him to the stall and chose a box of mangoes.
Lu Xining paid the money and the two of them sat back to their original seats.
He held the fork clumsily with his little hands and put each piece into his mouth. Although he looked elegant, juice still flowed to the corner of his mouth.
Lu Xining took out a tissue and wiped him naturally.
The boy seemed surprised, and then looked at her with complicated eyes.
Lu Xining didn't notice the subtle expression on his face and asked, "What's your name?"
When she just sent him to the service desk, she didn't pay attention to the conversation between the mall staff and him, and she couldn't hear the Ulu Ulu radio broadcast clearly.
"Jin Muxi." the boy said.
Your surname is Jin?
"What's wrong with you?" Jin Muxi's voice came, and she realized that she was lost.
"It's nothing. Auntie's name also has the word "Xi" in it. It seems that we are destined to be together." Lu Xining smiled nonchalantly.
"Hmph." The boy snorted, as if he didn't really like to have anything to do with her.
Lu Xining smiled. He just thought he was cute. It seemed like he was squeezing his face. What was going on?
Jin Muxi quickly finished the box of mangoes, but no one came to claim him.
Lu Xining was thinking about sending him to the police station? Turning his eyes, he found a red rash on his originally fair face, and even his breathing became rapid.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked anxiously.
Jin Muxi shook his head, obviously feeling very uncomfortable. He just didn't know whether he was unable to answer or unwilling to answer.
"Are you allergic to mango?" Lu Xining guessed.
Jin Muxi said nothing.
Lu Xining was about to carry him to the hospital when his arm hurt and someone cut him behind his back.
At the same time, several people who looked like bodyguards came over. One of them picked up Jin Muxi and shouted: "Young Master."