Chapter 29 Chapter 16

Less than ten days after Mrs. Zhang's death, Wu Renmin went to Li Jianhong with a pale face one morning. He and Li Jianhong sat on the two adjacent sides of the desk.He took out a letter and showed it to Li Jianhong.The tiny handwriting covered a page of letter paper: "Sir—I'm going with her husband now. I promised to marry him to save you and prevent him from trying to harm you later. He's a man who can do anything. To keep you safe, I sacrifice With this body, I have no regrets. Besides, I know that I will not live long, and I have only been with him for half a year at most. These days I have been vomiting blood again, and my heart often hurts, but I will not let him know. I no longer cry now, maybe my eyes are dry. Sir, I am going. Thinking of your kindness to me is like having a big dream. Only dreams are beautiful. Only dreams are worth it I am going, dear Mr. E. Miss me no more, and grieve not my fate. I am unworthy of pity. I think, I am going, lest I burden you with my dying body, This is also a very good thing. Don't look for me. I hope you work hard in your career, from there you can get greater comfort, and this comfort is the real comfort. I bless you and I will remember you until I die .

Your Eternal Love Wisdom×Month×Day" He waited for Li Jianhong to finish reading the letter, then handed the letter paper to Li Peizhu who was sitting on the armchair, and narrated the past events in a mournful voice.He shed tears after speaking.He didn't wipe them, just sighed a few times. At last he concluded his story with these words of grief and indignation: "This man, he has twice taken my love from me." He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes gleamed with hatred like fire, and he bit his lips hard with his teeth. Li Jianhong was silent, and Li Peizhu was also silent, she was still reading the letter with her head buried.The stuffy air suffocated them.

"I must go to land C to find him and fight him to the death." Wu Renmin said angrily, the thought of revenge biting his brain and heart. "Poor girl, there is one more victim of the current social system," Li Jianhong said with a sigh.His face was so serious that others couldn't understand what was going on in his heart at this moment. "I can't. I'd rather break myself to pieces than let him live proudly. I can't let her marry him as his wife." Wu Renmin blushed and said loudly, as if he was arguing with someone. "Renmin, I don't think you have any reason to go to her," Li Jianhong said calmly and emotionally. "None of us has the right to destroy this body at will. We should save it for the real enemy. Our enemy is the system. That person is only your rival in love. You have no right to sacrifice your life for love. Many friends expect you .

I may have misunderstood you, but now I want to understand you, and only Peizhu knows this. "He turned his head and glanced at Li Peizhu, and continued: "Only she knows what kind of person I am.She knows my weaknesses, but also my -- strengths.I may be a nerd, I may have made many mistakes, but you sometimes misunderstand me.I also know some of what you attack me, and naturally you also have reasons, but I hate that I didn't do anything to explain your doubts.I am a man who knows how to repent.I hope that one day I can show you my true colors... Anyway, I hope you forget about Xiong Zhijun.This may be a big blow to you.But you should bear it like a tough guy.Love is just a small embellishment in life, we have no right to enjoy it.We have no right to pursue personal happiness... You should remember her last few words, that is what she really expects from you. "

Wu Renmin lowered his head and remained silent.He was in pain and had tears in his eyes.Various thoughts battled in his head.A sad face seemed to emerge from the clouds. After reading the letter, Li Peizhu folded the paper, stood up and handed it back to Wu Renmin.She said to him gently and touchingly: "Father's words are correct. Mr. Wu, you should believe him. You don't need to be sad. There is a good reason for Miss Xiong to tell you not to look for her. The past The matter is irreversible. She is thinking of you wholeheartedly. You should not disappoint her. Her last words are very good: career comfort is real comfort. She hopes you will work hard in career .I don't think you will disappoint her." She smiled.There was kindness in her smile.

Wu Renmin raised his head when he heard these words.He was surprised to find that there were tears embedded in the corners of her eyes.She wept in sympathy for his misfortune.He was silent for a while, and then he said gratefully: "Yes, you are right...she is so kind to me...I also know that I should have the courage to do something, so as not to disappoint her kindness . . . " But he couldn't help thinking, "How could I forget her?" Li Jianhong then said some words of encouragement, and Li Peizhu also said some words.At this time, these words can easily fall into his ears, especially Li Peizhu's words.

Wu Renmin sat at home at night.On the desk are Xiong Zhijun's last letter and her photo.It was raining heavily outside. He can't sleep.It was too cold in the room.His headache was too bad.Loneliness oppressed him, the loneliness, the loneliness of the embarrassing heart.What he needs is heat, activity.He does not want to die. "Zhijun," he couldn't help calling out in that voice that was mingled with love and pain.One, two, three... no response.She was obviously gone, and gone forever.Then there appeared before his eyes her mournful face, dotted with tears.Now he seemed to see how she lived with that bureaucrat in pain.He seemed to see her lying quietly in the coffin again, her face and lips were covered with blood.So it became Yuwen's face again, still covered with blood on her face and lips.He suddenly felt a sharp pain.Half unconscious, he covered his face with his hands and collapsed on the sofa.

Then he put his hand down, as if waking up from a long dream.It was dark in the room, and the lights had been turned off by the second landlord.It was still raining heavily outside. He wiped his eyes, took a long breath, stood up listlessly, and groped to the window.He opened a window, put his head outside, and let the raindrops hit his head and face, and his mind gradually became clear. The alley is very quiet.There were no insects screaming, only the sound of raindrops dripping on the slate, very clearly, as if dripping on his heart.There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, and he couldn't see clearly the opposite garden.At this time, the garden no longer existed in his memory.His eyes began to blur.The raindrops were still running down his face.

He didn't pull his head back, but held his hands tightly to the ledge, as if afraid of falling. The rain dwindled, and a woman's face appeared through the rain, and then another, and a third.But these all disappeared again.For the second time he saw the long whip, made of a succession of faces in torment. He had first seen it the previous month when he had acted out a tragicomedy of love surrounded by two women.Now the whip seemed stronger and more powerful than that time. This is what he cannot deny: there is indeed such a huge power lurking in this dark world.This whip is by no means a false appearance.Suffering unites countless people and makes them cast themselves into a whip that will one day beat the entire old social order and smash it to pieces.It was possible, and now he felt all the more necessary.He should rise up and be a whip-wielding man.

"Hit it." Passion encouraged him.He flicked the raindrops on his forehead, and looked around with hateful eyes, looking at the sleeping city.He centered all his hatred on it, as if all the pain and injustice he experienced were due to it.Sleeping city, no, half awake, he knows that at this moment, some people are having fun while others are suffering. "Hit." He gripped the ledge desperately, he felt he had the whip in his hand and couldn't let it go.He should wave it up and hit the metropolis first. And so in his imagination the face of the metropolis was slapped.He could see clearly.A long whip was struck, and a light appeared out of the darkness, followed by a cloud of smoke that dazzled the eyes.The smoke dissipated, the dark scene disappeared, and the buildings in the darkness disappeared.In front of him was a blue sky the color of the ocean, in which gradually appeared the beautiful faces of two women.They smiled sadly at him.He knew them, and his hands trembled.But at that moment the strong whip came down from above and struck both faces.The face was shattered and immediately became two patties.

His heart ached so badly that he couldn't help but let out a groan.He didn't hide his face this time. He clearly knew that the two faces had been broken, and that he had whipped them himself.It is now beyond salvation. "Hit." The passion continued to agitate him.He seemed to feel that he had smashed the whole dark society into pieces.So...he looked at the distance attentively.He has never seen darkness.All he saw was a blue sky.Many faces gradually emerged in the blue sky, many smiling faces.The faces were all unknown to him, and they bore no trace of pain.There was nothing but joy on those faces.They represented another future happy age, perhaps what he called the bright future. The vision moved him very much.He seemed to have got what he was looking for.He was suddenly seized by a passion.He stretched out his hands towards the distance, as if to embrace the illusion.At this time, he murmured a few words in his mouth like a prayer.The words are incomplete, which means that he is willing to sacrifice all personal enjoyment in pursuit of that bright future.He no longer demands the intoxication of love, he no longer wastes his time in its tragi-comedy. The next morning he stood in front of the window, the sun shining on his upper body after the rain.Seeing the bright sun, he felt light and warm all over.He shook his body vigorously, as if he wanted to throw off the weight of love that had been on his shoulders for many days. "I'm completely free now. Love is a game played by the leisure classes, and I have no right to enjoy it. It's just that I've been blinded by love these days, and I've brought so much trouble on myself," he spat consolingly. Taking a long breath, he muttered to himself like this. He buried his head down and looked into the alley.The ground is wet, and the rain has not been completely dried by the sun.He thought about what happened last night.He has no doubts.He felt that the troubles of the past few months had been washed away by the heavy rain last night.