Chapter 28 Chapter Sixteen

In 1995, Shen Ming and Gu Qiusha’s newly married house had just been renovated, and they tried out the newly bought water heater. The two of them huddled together in a large bathtub, smeared foam on each other’s faces, and watched the steam rise up. So soaked forever... "Qiusha, what do you mean by despair?" "Desperate?" She stroked the stubble of her fiancé's chin, which had been softened by hot water, "Why ask this? Honey, your future is full of hope." "I had a nightmare last night, it doesn't seem to be a good omen." "Shen Ming, the most desperate thing is losing the most cherished person." Gu Qiusha kissed him deeply, "It's you."

A month later, Shen Ming was killed. What is despair? In fact, Gu Qiusha never had an answer. A few months ago, when Wang'er first came to her house, she had bathed the boy several times with her own hands.In the largest jacuzzi at home, in the foam and hot water enough for a child to swim, Gu Qiusha found a light red scar on his back.She cleaned it carefully with a bath ball, only to confirm that it was not a scar, but a birthmark from birth, which happened to be on the left side of the vest.The shape of this birthmark is also very strange. It is a straight line about two centimeters long, and it is as thin as a knife wound.

It was as if someone had stabbed a sharp knife straight into the back, just piercing the heart. Suddenly, Gu Qiusha remembered a legend when she was a child - the birthmark on a person's body is the wound left when he was killed in the previous life. Her own heart was also throbbing, the pain made her clenched her teeth and almost screamed, she hugged Wang'er in the bathtub, stroked his bare chest, and put her ear on his heart, listening to the rapid movement in the boy's chest. heartbeat. "Mom, what's wrong with you?" Wang'er, who was relaxing in the hot water, looked suspiciously at her face full of foam, but Gu Qiusha hugged him firmly and said, "Honey, I want you to live well!"

Her clothes were all soaked, half of her body was soaked in the bathtub, her eyes were in a trance, and the steam that lingered ten years ago appeared - in the big bathtub of Gu Qiusha and Shen Ming's wedding room, two people were soaked in hot water so hot red body. 2006, January. It was a bitterly cold morning, and Wang'er got up at six in the morning, turned on the home theater system in the living room, and played a genuine CD.As the dark and deep prelude begins, the whole villa resounds with a set of symphonies, such as the turbulent and twisting dark water, the cello part imitating the movement of a lone boat rowing, looping back and forth like a maze, approaching a bleak and abrupt island with difficulty, a near-death experience appearing like...

Gu Qiusha was awakened by the sound, and went downstairs in a panic in her nightgown, only to find that Wang'er was sitting alone in the living room, staring at the TV with gloomy eyes. In each picture there is an isolated island surrounded by sea water, with jagged rocks jutting out of the water.Under the desperate iron-gray sky, a small boat was approaching the island, and a mysterious man in white stood alone on the bow. "Wang'er!" She almost screamed, throwing herself in front of the boy, shaking his thin shoulders, "What are you listening to?" "Island of the Dead."

"It's so early in the morning, are you crazy?" Gu Qiusha touched his crotch again. Clothes, "Aren't you cold?" The boy shook his head blankly, but she rushed to the stereo to turn it off, but she didn't know where the remote control was.In desperation, even the main power supply could not be found, and the symphony still resounded through the big room, piercing the eardrums like sharp knives. "This man on board—represents Death." "Turn it off!" "Qiusha, do you know about the Styx River?" He didn't wait for Gu Qiusha to answer, and continued on by himself, "After death, those who want to enter the underworld must cross this river first, but they need to pay for the ferry, otherwise they will be ferryed." Sharon was thrown into the river. The water quality of the Styx is lighter than that of the human world, and unless a boat from the underworld is used, it is impossible for the human body to cross it, and even ghosts will melt in the Styx—this is the ancient Greek legend."

"What are you talking to me about?" Gu Qiusha shivered all over, couldn't help but sneezed, rushed to the wall and turned on the air conditioner. "In the oil painting "Island of the Dead", the Sharon standing on the bow of the boat symbolizes men, the dark cove represents women, the sea water is the womb that breeds all things, and the cypress is the material for making crosses... This is Bocklin's 1880 Five paintings from 1886 to 1886, he is a master deeply attached to death." "Wang'er, that's not what you should say!" At this moment, she only feels strangeness and fear for this boy.

"And the piece of music you are listening to is the work of the Russian composer Rachmaninoff, inspired by this group of "Island of the Dead"." Finally, she found the main power supply at home and pulled down the switch decisively. A few hours later, Gu Qiusha came to the company anxiously, just about to call a private doctor to make an appointment to treat her neurasthenia, but found that there were only a few hundred yuan left in the bank account. At the same time, people from the procuratorate broke into the group headquarters and seized all accounts and materials.The next day, training sites across the country were closed overnight, and major newspapers published news that Erya Education Group was suspected of shady trading and bribery scandals.

Seven days later, Erya Education Group declared bankruptcy. Gu's various properties will be seized by the court as collateral for bank loans.Lu Zhongyue proposed a divorce to Gu Qiusha, and she signed and agreed without batting an eyelid.After going through the divorce procedures, she found out that Lu Zhongyue owned a company in Hong Kong. In the two months before the group's accident, 50 million yuan was transferred to several offshore companies, and finally entered the company's account as investment funds. . On the day Lu Zhongyue packed his luggage and left Gu's house, Gu Changlong grabbed him by the collar at the door of the villa: "Why did I raise your white-eyed wolf with my own hands?"

"I'm sorry, Principal Gu, you are no longer my father-in-law." The old man hadn't dyed his hair for two weeks, and in a blink of an eye, his head became full of silver, and his face had countless wrinkles. He looked like a dying old man in his seventies or eighties. He slapped Lu Zhongyue with all his strength, "You're an ungrateful thing!" Lu Zhongyue touched his face, red marks appeared on his smooth and beardless chin: "Principal Gu, everything happens for a reason, I will come to your memorial service, goodbye." After finishing speaking, he kicked off his former father-in-law, got into a brand new Mercedes-Benz and drove away.

Thin white snow floated from the sky and fell on Gu Changlong's white hair, like pieces of torn tinfoil and paper money. Today is New Year's Eve. Only then did Gu Qiusha chase out the door and help her father who had fallen to the ground.The wind messed up her hair, like a middle-aged woman who has nothing, she doesn't know how to comfort her father, so she can only put a coat on him.She has already fired the Filipino maid and driver, and she has to move out from here tomorrow, and all valuables in the house have been used to pay off the debt. Wang'er came out wearing a down jacket. This ten-year-old boy was even more beautiful. His cheeks were flushed from the cold in the cold winter. He was carrying a small travel bag and walked silently towards the gate of the villa. "Wang'er!" Gu Qiusha grabbed his trouser legs, "Where are you going?" He looked down at his adoptive mother, showing a slight sadness: "Go home." "We're only moving tomorrow." "Go back to my mother's house." "Wang'er, I am your mother." Gu Qiusha left her father in the wind and snow, and hugged the ten-year-old elementary school student tightly. He struggled to get out: "I'm sorry, Qiusha." "What did you call me?" "It's getting dark, and I'm going to miss the last bus back to the city." He looked up at the gloomy snowy sky, and finally lost any expression, "I will contact you again in these two days, goodbye!" "Don't go! Wang'er!" She was almost lying on the ground, but she watched the boy's back as he went away. Tears rolled down from my eyes, melting the snowflakes on my face, but I was thinking about a question—why did he call me "Qiusha"?