Strangers Ten Years Later

Chapter 51

Lin Jin lost sleep again.

As long as he closes his eyes, he will be able to see the events of that year being replayed in front of his eyes over and over again, like watching flowers on horseback. He watched it over and over again, and every time he watched it, he was sweating profusely, as if he had been soaked in water once. .

Lin Jin took medicine countless times, but failed to suppress the palpitations. In the end, he had to go to work with two huge dark circles under his eyes.

He didn't know if there was something wrong with his emotions. He always felt that there were people pointing at him everywhere today, but when he turned his head to look, everyone was doing their own thing, and it seemed that they didn't distract him at all. .

Lin Jin felt like sitting on pins and needles all day long.

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Jin's heart suddenly started beating wildly and violently. The inexplicable feeling almost made him breathless. Lin Jin couldn't help getting up and going to the tea room. There was a hasty knock on the door of the tea room.

"Lin Jin, are you there?"

Lin Jin was taken aback, but the voice sounded like Li Xiyan's.

He put down the cup, and when he opened the door, he saw Li Xiyan's anxious face. The tip of his nose was covered with a thin layer of sweat, as if he had rushed over.

Lin Jin suddenly realized a possibility: "What's wrong?"

"Come with me to the hospital."

Su Zhongting finally left.

When he left, he was barely decent, his two sons were by his side, and he was not tortured too badly by illness. His only regret was probably that he didn't see Lin Jin for the last time before he died.

When Lin Jin arrived, he had already died.

Su Hua sat on the edge of the bed, with one hand on Su Zhongting's body covered by the white cloth, his eyes were closed tightly, only his face was exposed outside.

When Li Xiyan sent Lin Jin to him, he went out, and only the two of them and Su Zhongting's body were left in the ward.

No one spoke, and let the sunset cast orange light in front of the window, blowing up the fine dust in the whole room, and the graininess was very obvious.

Lin Jin's heart was not disturbed, he just felt a little empty. In fact, Lin Jin never forgave Su Zhongting until Su Zhongting died, but when he saw Su Zhongting lying here with his eyes closed, Lin Jin suddenly felt that all love and hatred It doesn't make sense.

That was the grievance of the previous life, and the three people related to this grievance are no longer in this world.

Only then did Su Hua stand up, feeling calm, and said, "I'll go through the formalities, you can stay with him for a while."

Lin Jin said: "It's okay, you spend more time with him, I'll go through the formalities."

Su Hua looked at him quietly for several seconds before nodding slightly.

Lin Jin turned around and walked out. As soon as he put his hand on the doorknob, Su Hua's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Lin Jin, do you know what your biggest weakness is?"

Lin Jin didn't answer, Su Hua just continued on her own: "Too persistent."

"Because you are too persistent, you haven't been able to let go of your hatred until now, and it is also because you are too persistent that you have been clinging to that kind of man for so many years."

Lin Jin didn't know exactly when Su Hua knew his love for Ye Ziyuan. All in all, by the time he realized it, Su Hua had known it for a long time.

Su Hua has never expressed anything, only at this moment, she suddenly said such a meaningful sentence.

In fact, Lin Jin knew in his heart that it was his attachment that kept him from living a clear and clear life.

As Su Hua said, even though he already felt that it doesn't matter whether he stays with Ye Ziyuan or not, his love for him is still rooted in his life, and it's worth every penny.

Just like a green plant, he no longer waters it, but it still thrives in the sun.

Su Zhongting's funeral was not easy. After all, he was considered a wealthy family in Shanghai, and there was an endless stream of people who came to express their condolences. Lin Jin was only in charge of watching from the sidelines, and Su Hua and Li Xiyan were in charge.

In the evening, it began to drizzle. Lin Jin stood in front of the tombstone and looked at it for a while before walking back with a black umbrella.

The foggy sky looked dark and gloomy, and the swaying branches were rattled by the wind. Lin Jin looked into the distance, only to realize that Ye Ziyuan had also come at some time.

It's not surprising that Shanghai and Beijing are so close together that it's very possible to have business contacts.

Lin Jin hesitated for a moment, and raised his foot to move forward, but in just a moment, there was someone more in front of Ye Ziyuan.

The man was wearing a black windbreaker. Although the black umbrella was pressed down to cover his face, Lin Jin would recognize his figure even in his gray form.

It was Liu Yan again.

Lin Jin's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Jin quickened his pace and walked forward quickly. When he got closer, he heard a low cry. Ye Ziyuan threw away the black umbrella in his hand and punched Liu Yan in the face.

The two went crazy.

Mixed with the continuous drizzle, he punched the opponent's body and face with one punch and one punch, without leaving any sympathy.

Lin Jin vaguely heard Ye Ziyuan scolding: "*Nima, how dare you show up in front of me? You know what the hell you did back then! How dare you do such a thing to my man?"

The two rolled into a ball, flopping on the ground, covered in mud, Lin Jin didn't care to keep out the rain, and rushed forward to protect Ye Ziyuan, and was punched several times in the back, excruciatingly painful All trembling.

Because of Lin Jin's joining, the fight ended inexplicably. Ye Ziyuan helped Lin Jin up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was about to speak when Liu Yan laughed softly: "Lin Jin, which side are you from?" ?ah?"

Lin Jin looked at him coldly: "Crazy."

Then he dragged Ye Ziyuan and turned around to leave.

Liu Yan's sneer fell into his ears unexpectedly: "Lin Jin, you all have to pay the price!"

With a bang, a huge thunder suddenly sounded, almost illuminating half of the sky.

The light rain turned into a torrential rain in an instant, and the night gradually darkened, enveloping the whole world in a mist.

Liu Yan's voice was gloomy and gloomy, and Lin Jin stopped when he walked far away. Looking back, the man had already left.

There was nothing beside the lonely tree trunk.

Lin Jin's eyes became deeper and deeper, and finally became cloudy, like a long-simmering resentment that could never dissipate.

"A Jin?"

Ye Ziyuan called him softly.

Only then did Lin Jin turn his head, dispelling the hostility in his eyes, and said calmly, "Huh?"

"You still can't bear to part with me," Ye Ziyuan said sweetly, "Did the place that protects me get hurt? Let's go, brother go home and give you some medicine."

Lin Jin looked at him: "Ye Ziyuan, I'm just paying you back."

Ye Ziyuan's smile froze suddenly.

"Thank you for helping me. I don't want to owe anyone." Lin Jin said, "There is nothing else other than this."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. Ye Ziyuan stretched out his hand to hold his hand and it became empty. Lin Jin's back became farther and farther away, disappearing into the rain.

He didn't even owe anything, and he didn't have the slightest soft heart.

Ye Ziyuan clenched his hands into fists, and his heart was torn apart. At this moment, he suddenly felt Lin Jin's sadness.

How many times has he been like him now, watching him come, and watching his back leave.

But it's only been a few months, and Ye Ziyuan feels that he can't take it anymore - what about Lin Jin?

How did he survive such a long ten years?

Liu Yan got worse and worse.

He kept receiving text messages and calls from strange numbers in the middle of the night. The door of the room was even sprayed with blood-red weird symbols. The neighbor next door called him again and again, and even the company was called by this person again and again. Lin Jin had nothing to do with him.

He called the police, but the police said that no one was harmed and they would not deal with it, and asked him to call the police again when something happened.

Lin Jin even thought about using the Internet media, but as soon as he thought that his past would be made public, he suppressed this thought severely.

He dare not.

At the beginning of December, Ye Ziyuan was still pestering Lin Jin, far exceeding Lin Jin's prediction of him.

Lin Jin became more and more tired of dealing with Liu Yan's torture and Ye Ziyuan's so-called pursuit.

He had to keep calm in front of people, but he had to rely on countless potions to support himself in front of people. If he hadn't been thinking about Liu Yan's failure to properly resolve this matter, Lin Jin might have collapsed already.

Liu Jin called several times, asking him to go back to Beijing, or to find a chance to come and see him, but Lin Jin refused.

Rejecting Liu Jin's request again, Lin Jin sat on the bed, dazed, when Ye Ziyuan called.

"Ajin," Ye Ziyuan's voice seemed a bit puzzled, "I received an anonymous letter here, and the recipient wrote your name."

Lin Jin stood up suddenly: "What does the letter look like?"

"It's white, with a thick red border, and the characters are ugly." Ye Ziyuan keenly sensed something was wrong, "What's wrong? Who sent it?"

"No," Lin Jin took a deep breath, and said word by word, "it's nothing, I'll come and get it from you in the afternoon, it's not an important letter."

Ye Ziyuan responded: "Oh, that's good, how about we go to Disney with your little goddaughter tonight?"

"...Let's talk about it later." Lin Jin pinched the corners of his brows and paused every word, "Wait until I have time."

Ye Ziyuan had no choice but to hang up the phone in frustration.

Lin Jin looked at a basket full of the same anonymous letters piled up in a corner not far away.

He once opened one, inside - a piece of letter paper and a small glass bottle.

The glass bottle contained his bodily fluids sent by Liu Yan.

When Lin Jin saw it for the first time, he almost vomited his bile.

Since then, he has never opened the envelope again, even the letter paper was burned clean by him.

The more Lin Jin believed in the perverted things Liu Yan would do, the more he believed that Ye Ziyuan was in danger just like himself.

Just like the anonymous letter that was placed with Ye Ziyuan this time, Lin Jin knew that it was a warning from Liu Yan to himself.

Liu Yan wants him, why?

Lin Jin still hasn't figured out this question.

But after thinking about it for a long time, Lin Jin took the initiative to dial an unfamiliar number that he called not long ago for the first time. The busy tone even rang once, and Liu Yan answered it with a lazy voice: "Why, your baby Ye Zi Yuan received an anonymous letter?"

Lin Jin looked at the pile of anonymous letters, and said blankly: "Let's meet."

Liu Yan smiled lowly: "If you cooperated so early, why should I think of so many disgusting tricks?"