Abyss of ignorance

Lin Xiaodong gradually recovered, with the state of aroused fighting spirit, and he was full of energy after holding back his energy.

The setting sun fell on his face, his chestnut skin and beard were messy, and he still looked unkempt, but his eyes, compared with before, suddenly looked a little more vicissitudes.

"That's all she told me." Lin Xiaodong said to Ye Mimi who was sitting not far behind him, and the long narration finally came to an end.

"Do you believe what she said?" Ye Mimi asked leisurely.

"A man's words are good when he is about to die, I believe her." Lin Xiaodong habitually fumbled in his pockets to find cigarettes, only to realize that he had never had anything to do with cigarettes in this life.

Ye Mimi didn't say anything, got up and left Lin Xiaodong's ward.She didn't tell Lin Xiaodong that about Lu Guangzhong, what Jiang Lin wanted to find was not just the relationship with the Linzhou Detention Center. She didn't tell him until she died.

It's just that the deceased is dead, so let her go to the ground with her.

The strong have their own logic in dealing with things, and Ye Mimi knows that he can find out the connection among them, so there is no need to engage in unnecessary arguments.

In the Jiangnan Medical Building, which has been busy all day, it finally came to the dead of night.

The happiness of being an assistant to Mr. Ye is that you don't have to wait for her to leave work, and you can leave work as soon as the work in hand is completed.

It's not just that she thinks it's unnecessary, but more importantly, she likes to be alone and doesn't enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by others.

She was alone in the office after nightfall, which reminded her inadvertently of the loneliness when the sky and the earth were big and there was no one of the same kind in the valley.

She still has this loneliness.

Nowadays, there is a vast sea of ​​people, and there is no loneliness of the same kind.It seems that this is an eternal seal that has nothing to do with time and space.The only person who can untie it does not know where he is at this time.

She looked at Lu Guangzhong's information from the beginning. Unlike the last time, there was an extra piece of paper at hand this time, which was densely filled with lines and figures.

As she flipped through it, she made a mark.

Ye Mimi likes the concentration in the silence, as if he has entered another parallel time and space, and touched the love and hatred belonging to different generations.

Under the tip of the pen, those timelines that are constantly traced back, those names that appeared and were erased, all wandered and extended, and finally pointed to the last name: Paula Luk
Ye Mimi's pen stopped, and the corners of her rose-colored mouth finally raised slightly.

Of course she can do it, the world looks so complicated, but it is actually so simple.Between people, between things and things, grass snakes and gray lines are hidden in silence, but there are always people who never forget.

"She is still alive, maybe Lin Zhengyang didn't expect it..." Ye Mimi stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The lights of the city under her feet were lonely, and this glitz could easily swallow up the joys and sorrows of the world.

Hawthorne East Road, on the second floor of the store, half of the wooden windows are covered by sycamore trees, and the glass on the windows has been wiped clean, showing the dignity of the owner to the outside.

The floor is made of wood, which has been repaired for decades, and the dark red paint has been rubbed off a lot, so that people who step on it will not be able to see the traces of time.

The oil painting is placed by the window, in the painting is a human face, half-lit and half-dark, with eyes looking out of the painting, smiling but not smiling.

If you look closely, you will find that the painting is a woman, wearing a cheongsam, with a young face, but with over-mature hair, a pearl necklace, and an inappropriate air of extravagance.

The leather shoes stepped on the floor, making an ancient sound. In this house, there were such footsteps a long time ago, generation after generation, to this day.

The painting utensils in the room were not put away after they were used up, and the paint was completely dry and cracked, but he had no intention of cleaning them.

The person who painted the picture will never come again.

The street lights hadn't gone out yet, but the sky began to brighten.

He leaned against the window and saw downstairs through the branches and leaves of the plane tree. A woman in black stood under the tree and looked up at the window under the street lamp, showing a mysterious smile.

There was no light in the room. He knew she couldn't see him, but he still had the illusion of seeing each other?
The woman walked towards the alley facing the street.

The stairs leading to this room are just a few meters from the entrance of the alley.

There was no sound of footsteps, everything was so quiet, only the sound of his leather shoes moving on the floor, creaking, creaking, the quieter, the harsher.

Maybe it was her death that made him nervous.

He comforted himself, this place needs to be emptied, and after dawn, he will leave this place forever, never come back, and there will be no troubles.

Outside the wooden window, the lights on Hawthorne East Road suddenly went out, and after a while, the morning sun would shine on the sycamore trees all over the street, like the light and shadow in a nostalgic movie, beautiful and beautiful.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, the doorknob was turned with a terrifying sound.

And he remembered that the door was locked unless—she had the key.

That woman appeared in front of him.

If it weren't for such a weird occasion, this is really a beautiful woman, with a fair and flawless face and clear eyes, she is even better than the women in oil paintings.

"Who are you?" He asked, his words full of defense.

The sunshine he was looking forward to finally shone in and fell on his face. In his twenties, this was a face that was too delicate for a man, with light and soft hair, and a soft jawline. The eyebrows are handsome, which makes people seem to have known each other.

The uninvited guest standing in front of him was Ye Mimi.

She looked at him without any surprise.

"Let me guess, your surname is Shen?" She said, "It seems that the gene of beauty is more or less left in you. I once knew a person, and you look a little like him."

The man broke free from the momentary panic and returned to a decent state.

"I'm afraid you guessed wrong, my surname is not Shen." He said.

Ye Mimi raised her eyebrows, as if it was an interesting matter, and then said, "Surname Lu?"

The man smiled: "It seems that you have done enough homework."

"It will be more than you expected. So, Mr. Lu, let's talk."

"Lu Yin, Lu from the mainland, Yin from Guiyin. Can you tell me your name now?" When he spoke, he was well-trained, and it was hard for ordinary people not to have a good impression and trust.

It's a pity that he was facing Ye Mimi. In her eyes, he was just a domesticated wolf. He was docile only because he learned to retract his sharp claws and fangs, and his killing nature would not change.

"Ye Mimi." Her answer was concise and clear.

"It turned out to be you?" Lu Yin was surprised, but quickly smiled to himself, "If it was you, it would be reasonable to find it, it really deserves its reputation."

"You are very interested in Jiangnan Medicine." Ye Mimi took a few steps forward.

Just these few steps, like a lynx approaching a wolf, made Lu Yin's face twitch imperceptibly.