【I'm here.】

...Then it must be very cold below.

The little madman is here to pick you up.

Can I take you home?... a doll?

The boy's eyes slowly blinked.

Luan Qiao in front of him squatted down with great strength and cried on the stone road beside the tombstone. Qin Lou slowly moved his legs and walked towards the newly built tombstone.

In these few meters, he seemed to have walked all his life.

By the time he finally stopped, the boy could no longer hold on to his hunched body and knelt in the soft and wet soil.

He touched the edges and corners of the cold and sharp tombstone. Tears could not flow out of his dry eyes, but they were red and dark red, as if they were about to drip blood.

"Shu Song..."

His hoarse voice was so hard that he could not speak, he tried his best to squeeze out a little sound from his throat.

"Shu Song..."

His fingers were tightly clasped on the tombstone, and blood slowly overflowed from the cracks of his nails.

"Shu Song..."

He finally fell to the lowest point, his pale forehead against the wet muddy soil, his voice was dry, hoarse and sorrowful. In such a low and light voice, it seemed that countless people were crying heart-wrenchingly.

The crying tore his internal organs to pieces.

Only a pool of pus and blood remained under this body.

On August 29, 2010, Song Shu was buried.

The most human-like part of Qin Lou's body also died on this day.

After that day, Qin Lou fell seriously ill and did not get out of bed for a month.

Qin Liang's old doctor friend sighed and sighed. Then two elderly people over 60 years old quarreled in the study for half an hour.

Soon the servants spread, saying that the young master who was only 18 years old next year was no longer able to do it. The doctor asked Mr. Qin to prepare for his funeral, and then the argument started.

Then Luan Qiaoqing came to the Qin family.

She said she wanted to show Qin Lou something, something that was left by her sister, who could save Qin Lou.

The Qin servants hurriedly invited her in.

In the dim bedroom, up and down the hospital bed, the two people who had not seen each other for a month were so thin that they looked different.

Qinlou became even more powerful.

The boy lay in the thick and soft bed, his face was pale and bloodless, his eyes closed, silently, like a dead person.

Luan Qiaoqing's last resentment at him also dissipated. She reached out and put a wrinkled piece of paper on the bedside and said hoarsely: "I only saw her after my sister was seriously injured in a car accident and was admitted to the hospital. She could not even hold the pen at that time, but she still wrote this for me and said that she must give it to you...you can see it for yourself."

After Luan Qiaoqing finished speaking, she turned around and left with red eyes.

The room became quiet again.

It was lifeless quiet.

A long time later, a terriblely thin hand slowly stretched out from under the quilt, and took it several times before picking up the note.

The bedside lamp reflecting the light in front of the bed, the handwriting on the note was crooked. But it was like taking notes, and I wrote 1 and 2 seriously.

1. Take good care of her

2. You have to live to 88, otherwise we will be a loss...

“…”

The boy's numb pupils sniffled, then his arms, and then his body, trembling so hard that he almost twitched, and his face was ferocious.

He lowered his head silently.

"good……"

The boy's dry mouth curled up little by little.

"I promise, you."

He only listened to her.

This was the last time he promised her in his life.

***

Nine years later.

The top rooftop of "vio Capital" is a private open-air party.

Kang Linshen, who was flushed with his face, raised his cup and smiled: "It turns out that Qin always has such a leaf in the flowers because of his first love - tsk tsk, there are still rumors outside that you have a hidden secret!"

"Lin Shen, you've drunk too much... say a few less words!"

The friend next to him pulled him, looked at Kang Linshen uneasy and squeezed out a smile.

"I'm sorry, Master Lou, Lin Shen, no, the second young master of the Kang family is like this. He drinks very little, so don't be as good as him."

"What are you afraid of? Isn't he telling the truth?"

A meaningless sneer came from the sofa.

Sleeping in the soft leather sofa was a young man of twenty-five or six, and the night could not cover up his purple hair.

He leaned forward and sat up from the shadows, revealing a handsome face that was so handsome that it was in a strong contrast with that purple hair—

He has a cold and white complexion, a long and slightly raised tail of his eyes, a high bridge of his nose, a thin cheek, and a beautiful bone. He was obviously smiling, but there was an indescribable coldness between his eyebrows and eyes.

"It's still Mr. Qin who is easy-going."

"If you want to talk to you like this with Master Lou, how can you not agree on a business, right?"

"Hahaha, it makes sense..."

Everyone kept holding and swaying, and half a night spent swaying over the cups and cups.

When it was late at night, people also scattered, and only the waiters were left at the open-air party, cleaning up the mess.

The night wind is quiet.

The singer who was invited to come out was singing the last song he arranged:

"I'm willing to fall."

"Death is the destination."

"Repentance is liberation..."

Qin Lou, alone, leaned on the sofa and suddenly laughed. He laughed so hard that he was so happy that he almost burst into tears.

When he stopped, the singer and waiter were already scared.

Then the sofa beside him sank.

"Why are you laughing at, so happy?"

“…”

Qin Lou looked back and sneered, "Isn't Xiao Han good at being a good person so he doesn't attend such a party? Why are you here before the end?"

"I heard that you were looking for a newspaper photo to blur the background. You didn't find anyone after searching abroad for a month. Am I afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that one day you can't think it through, so I jumped off the 23rd floor with a bottle."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Qin Lou laughed loudly and laughed for a long time before stopping.

Han Shi next to him couldn't laugh and kept frowning at him, "Song Shu has been dead for nine years, so you should be ready to think about it. Can't you let yourself go?"

Qin Lou's expression was indifferent, as if another person was laughing just now.

His eyes jumped over the goblet in his hand and landed on the large red LED light curtain at the end of the rooftop not far away.

There was a blood-red light flashing on it.

【】

After staring for a few seconds, Qin Lou silently curled the corners of his mouth.

"If I really jump one day, then remember to laugh - because that's why I'm so happy and let myself go."

Han Shi sighed, gave up persuasion, and turned around.

"Okay, on that day, I will definitely go to your funeral to laugh. Then, before you can think about it, tell me what else can I do for you then?"

“…”

Qin Lou put the wine glass in his hand, his smile faded, and his tone became serious.
To be continued...