give me years of peace

Chapter 73
Xin Zimo received a call from Sun Ping in the middle of the night, not long after he fell asleep.

"what's up?"

"Boss Xin, Du Yuan committed suicide by taking sleeping pills."

Xin Zimo didn't feel sleepy at all, and immediately sat up, "When did it happen?"

"What happened this evening, I just got the news that the Du family's mother and daughter are preparing for the funeral. After the Du family's downfall, there are very few relatives and friends, and basically no one came to help, only Jin Shaonan has been helping."

"I see." Xin Zimo felt as if a needle had been pricked in his heart.

"Mr. Xin, I will go to help in the name of a friend."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

"Mr. Xin, if you have time, come and see Ms. Du. I heard that she passed out from crying several times at night." Sun Ping was not sure how much weight Du Anran held in Xin Zimo's heart. Things have always been relatively indifferent.

"Well, I see."

After hanging up the phone, Xin Zimo didn't feel sleepy anymore. It was past twelve o'clock at night, and the whole villa was extremely quiet.In the dark room, Xin Zimo sat silently. After a long time, he got dressed, took the car keys and drove out of the house.

When he arrived at Shimen Lane, he heard faint sobs. He stood outside the door for a long time, and every time he heard her cry, his heart ached.He didn't know whether he should go in to comfort her, she must not want to see him...

After all, he was the one who indirectly killed her uncle.

After all, he still didn't have the courage to face her, and listened to her cry outside the door for a long time, until she was tired of crying and stopped crying, then he bowed his head and left silently.At this moment, she must hate him very much.

It was already dawn when he returned to Xin's villa. It turned out that he had been standing outside Du's house for a long time.He didn't know how to compensate her, so he had to ask Sun Ping to find an excuse to give Du Anran and her daughter a sum of money.

Xin Zimo didn't sleep that night, and when he was lying on the bed in the morning, he received a call from Du Anran.

"Can I ask you something?" Du Anran's voice was choked up, obviously hoarse, as if he had been crying for a long time.She was no longer as stubborn as usual, and almost begged Xin Zimo.

"Tell me." Xin Zimo didn't want to hear Du Anran's low-key tone. With her like this, he could easily soften his heart. He couldn't see her crying.In fact, many times and many things, as long as she cries or begs him, he immediately agrees, but many times she is unwilling to bow her head to him.

He was afraid that she would ask him not to see her again, which he couldn't do anyway.

"Can you lend me the key to the Du family for a day, and I'll get some things that uncle likes."

"Okay." He didn't hesitate, "You go and wait for me, I'll be right there."

"Well, I'll wait for you."

Such a quiet and peaceful Du Anran seemed to have returned to the past, which made him a little at a loss.Du Anran, who can't quarrel, can't be rude, and can't be unreasonable, seems to be the Du Anran he has always known, the daughter of the Du family who is knowledgeable, reasonable, and right and wrong.But it gave him an incomparably distant sense of distance...

Xin Zimo left the house in a hurry after eating a few mouthfuls of breakfast. Mama Xu hurriedly stopped him: "Master, Dr. Kong has already said that you can't go out, you should have a good rest!"

"I have something important to do, I'll be back soon." Xin Zimo didn't listen to the persuasion, and drove straight out of the house, Xu Ma couldn't stop her.

"Is the most important thing more important than your body?" Xu Ma muttered, shaking her head.This young master has never been obedient.

When Xin Zimo drove to the door of Du's villa, Du Anran had already arrived.She was wearing a long white dress with a plain color.Her whole face was dull, and her eyes were even more red.

Seeing Xin Zimo coming, Du Anran stood there and waited for him, waiting for him to come over.

When he stood in front of her, she forced a smile: "Boss Xin, good morning, I'm really sorry for your inconvenience."

She is as quiet as a hibiscus in autumn, not ostentatious or unrestrained, only quiet and gentle.

Xin Zi meditated on what to say, but in the end his eyebrows moved and he didn't speak.This kind of Du Anran made him unable to find the slightest fault, but he was not satisfied everywhere.

He didn't speak, just glanced at her, took out the door key, and with a "crash", all the iron chains on the door fell apart.

"Thank you!" Du Anran nodded his thanks.

Xin Zimo turned his face away and stopped looking at her.This kind of Du Anran, he doesn't care if he doesn't look at it.The smile on her face was so perfunctory, as if she was treating an irrelevant customer.

Du Anran walked in alone, the plants and trees here were still so familiar, but the path that he used to walk every day was buried by weeds.The jacaranda flowers withered long ago, and she suddenly remembered its flower language: waiting for love in despair.

The swing stand in the garden was still there, and the famous flowers her mother had personally tended were still there. The rockery, goldfish pond, musical fountain, everything was still the same as when she left.Tears filled her eyes, and she couldn't help but quietly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

She went straight to her uncle's study. Uncle didn't come to Du's villa very often, and he never came since her father passed away, but his study was always there.There are a few of his favorite calligraphy and paintings, which have been quietly hung on the wall for so many years, watching the right and wrong in this world.

The calligraphy and paintings are still there, and the study has hardly been touched.Du Anran suddenly thanked Xin Zimo for keeping the Du family's villa as it was...

She silently put away a few calligraphy and paintings, and took away the things Du Yuantong used frequently during his lifetime.When flipping through the drawers in the study room, she also found an old photo album with a photo of her and Du Yuantong when she was a child.

Tears dripped drop by drop on the photo album. At that time, she was young and thin, and her uncle at that time was high-spirited.The years at that time were simple and happy, but that time has already become that time.The yellowed photos contained countless memories, and Du Anran couldn't look at them anymore, so he had to put them all in his bag.

Today's weather is a bit cold, the hoarfrost has wilted the flowers in the garden, and the pale yellow osmanthus flowers have fallen all over the ground.Du Anran remembered that there were still a few white chrysanthemums in his room, which were used to pay homage to his uncle, probably just in time...

But compared with the intact study, when she opened the door of her room, she was startled.There was a mess everywhere, and the ground was full of broken glass.

"How could this be..." She squatted down and realized that these were not broken glass, but crystals.

At the center of the shards is an enlarged wedding photo of herself as the heroine.She didn't expect that it would be such a scene to get the photo with her own hands.

Aren't these photos in Xin Zimo's hands?Why did he make the photo like this...

In the photo, she was talking and smiling at Yan Yan, she was a happy bride, but now she was haggard, holding the photo in her hand, but she couldn't smile at all.

Xin Zimo waited downstairs for a long time, but Du Anran came down for a long time.He was a little worried and went straight upstairs.

It was probably because Du Anran was so immersed in great grief that she didn't even hear Xin Zimo's footsteps, so that she didn't even notice when he stood behind her.

"You don't like this photo?" Xin Zimo saw the fragments all over the place as soon as he came in. He frowned slightly, "Why did you break it?"

He didn't mean to blame, he knew that she hated him...

Du Anran was slightly surprised, but stood up after a while: "Yes, I don't like it."

She stepped over the debris and, without looking back, made her way to the balcony.The balcony window was not closed, and the cold wind blew into her collar, making her shiver.

She secretly wiped away her tears, she didn't want to cry in front of him, she didn't want him to watch a joke.

Xin Zimo looked at her frail back, obviously trembling, but insisted on blowing the cold wind.He sighed in his heart, stepped forward, took off his clothes and put them on her body.

"Don't catch a cold." He said lightly.

Her body trembled slightly, she did not refuse, and only said two words "thank you" softly.

The two stood on the balcony for a long time without saying a word to each other.The sun shines on their faces through the glass, quiet and serene.

For a long time, it seemed that time had stood still, and it seemed that a long century had passed.Du Anran moved his toes slightly and walked to the other side of the balcony.

"You don't mind if I move a few potted flowers away..."

"It's all yours, you can take it if you like."

"Thank you." Du Anran thanked her as usual, and knelt down to stroke her flowers.

They have not been taken care of for a long time, but they are still alive and well, and all the flowers that should bloom are in full bloom.It is colorful, not at all inferior to the colorful spring.

She picked a few pots of autumn chrysanthemums with elegant colors, all of which were the colors that my uncle liked when he was alive.But after a while, she found something was wrong, the bright white was missing from the flowers.

She pushed aside the green leaves and checked carefully, and sure enough, her precious Rouge Dianxue disappeared.Also missing was a sapphire chrysanthemum.

She stood up and turned to look at Xin Zimo, who also looked at her hesitantly.

"Has anyone been to my room?" Du Anran asked.

"Is there something wrong?" Xin Zimo asked back.

Seeing that Xin Zimo didn't seem to know anything, and recalled the broken photo frame in the room just now, she shook her head: "It's nothing."

Perhaps, the more cherished things, the more missed.The relationship between those two flowers and her is probably the end.Just remembering that these two flowers were a gift from her mother and had been with her for several years, she felt a little distressed.

Du Anran bypassed Xin Zimo's side and walked directly out of the room without waiting for Xin Zimo.

When he reached the stairs, Xin Zimo chased after her, looked at her back, and said, "If you want to come back, I can return the key to you at any time."

Du Anran moved slightly, without turning his head, and without saying a word, he continued to walk downstairs.The shoes knocked on the wooden ladder, making a soft "dong dong" sound. In this quiet villa, I feel very lonely...

Xin Zimo has been following her, keeping a short distance.When she walked out of Du's villa, she stopped at the spot and waited for him, and returned the clothes to him.

"Thank you." Still with these two words, she and him were so unfamiliar that they had never seen each other before.

"I'll take you back."

"No, I can do it myself."

Du Anran rejected Xin Zimo, his face was full of coldness, like the frost in late autumn.For the first time, Xin Zimo felt that Du Anran was so strange, he even wondered if she was Du Anran...

Du Anran walked forward slowly, Xin Zimo did not catch up, he could wait for her, and wait for the day when she changed her mind and was willing to turn back...

After returning home, Du Anran has been taking care of her uncle's funeral with her mother. She burned all the calligraphy and paintings, leaving only the photo album and hiding it at the bottom of the box forever.

"An Ran, do you still blame your uncle? If he hadn't sold his world and shares and owed huge debts, maybe we wouldn't have come to this point..." Bai Ruyun sighed.

Du Anran shook his head, choked with sobs and said, "I never blamed uncle. In this shopping mall, the law of the jungle survives."

"It's best for you to think like this, your uncle will be at ease."

"Uncle walked very quietly, he was really carefree and relaxed..."

"An Ran, we mother and daughter have to live on."

"Yes. Mom, you will always be my dearest person, and our mother and daughter will live a good life..." Du Anran's voice was choked with tears.

This autumn, the wind and frost are long...

(End of this chapter)