Song Cai watched the slender figure enter the mall, then called out the store manager where he had bought things last time. He lowered his head, opened the cloth bag he was carrying, and handed the clothes inside to the man.
The store manager stealthily took out an envelope and handed it to her. She looked at it, smiled, took out two more bills and stuffed them into the store manager's hand.
She actually came here to return clothes, and returned all the gifts I gave her, along with my thoughts.
Song Cai's face turned paler inch by inch, as if a hand had cut open his chest, reached in, torn out his burning heart, crushed it, and thrown it into the mud along with the blood, and then stepped on it.
She actually hated herself so much.
The man's tall and slender body was hidden in a small corner, his broad back leaning against the wall, his legs weak, like a pine tree swaying in a typhoon.
Song Cai raised his hand and unbuttoned the two buttons at his throat, but he still couldn't breathe comfortably. When he looked back, he could no longer see the heartless woman.
The man returned to the car in a daze, smoked a cigarette, then drove back to the villa and stayed alone in the bedroom.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, there was a strong wind and heavy rain, and the sky was covered with angry clouds.
It was clearly still several hours before dark, but the storm seemed unable to wait any longer. First the wind howled, and then the raindrops, one after another, hit the floor-to-ceiling windows with a crackling sound.
The sad and depressed man raised his eyes, glanced out the window calmly, then continued to pour wine, sat on the sofa, and let the alcohol invade his iron will.
Song Cai didn't know how much he drank. He only remembered that at the end, the doctor who came to change his medicine angrily scolded him for trying to kill himself, dragged him to the bed, gave him a few instructions, and then left angrily.
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Eleven o'clock at night.
In the villa hall, the housekeeper paced back and forth anxiously.
It's already this late, and Liang Lu hasn't come back yet.
The commander went to look for someone in the afternoon. He should have found him, but he came back alone. Now we don’t know whether the person was given leave by Commander Song.
Under normal circumstances, he would have just knocked on the door and gone in to ask, but today the boss happened to be drunk. Thinking of his angry face when he came back, the butler didn't dare to go in rashly.
But if I don't ask clearly, what if something happens to him and he gets into trouble with me?
After hesitating for nearly half an hour, the housekeeper still didn't dare to take the risk and went to knock on the door on the second floor.
Song Cai could hold his liquor well, even though he was a little tipsy at the time. However, after a few hours of sleep, he was mostly sober. Adding to the rain, the injuries on his body began to tear and hurt again. When there was a knock on the door, he woke up completely and said in a hoarse voice,
"Come in."
"Sir." The butler stood at the door and observed the expression of the man sitting on the bed. The smell of alcohol in the room had not yet dissipated, and he was not sure whether the man sitting there was sober at this time.
"What's the matter?" Song Cai saw that he had been silent for a long time, so he frowned and asked.
"Sir, Liang Lu...did you give her leave?"
Hearing her name, Song Cai's face turned a little unhappy. He looked towards the door and asked, "No, what happened to her?"
The housekeeper's expression suddenly changed. "She...she hasn't come back yet. Normally, even on holiday, the latest time she should come back from the villa is six o'clock. Now it's raining heavily, she...she..."
Before the butler could finish the rest of the words, the person on the bed had already thrown back the blanket and ran out like the wind.
"Sir... Sir..." the butler shouted after him, "You're still injured. The doctor told you not to open your wound any further. It's raining so hard, and it'll get infected if you get wet."
When he followed him out, he heard the roar of the engine, and then the black off-road vehicle tore through the rain and rushed out like an arrow.
The butler broke out in a cold sweat on his back. He had guessed right. This officer seemed to have a special affection for Liang Lu. At this moment, he was extremely glad that he had been more careful.
Then, as if he remembered something, he hurried back and called Yingbai.
It's raining so hard, if something happens to someone, Master Yingbai will shoot him.
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It was raining heavily at night, and the man driving fast was extremely anxious.
In the Bluetooth headset, there was Yingbai's persuasive voice.
"Guess what? I've already called the police chief. He'll personally oversee the search. It's late at night, raining, and you're injured. Go back quickly. I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."
"Instead of wasting time talking to me, why don't you make a few more calls? I'm telling you, Yingbai, if anything happens to someone on your territory, I'll be hell-bent on you. This is the person Aaron wants, and we both know his bad temper. Think about the consequences..."
After Song Cai finished speaking, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and quickly hung up the phone.
Half an hour later, Yingbai called again.
"I guess someone saw her and a little boy who was setting up a stall pack up their stalls when it started to rain and went to the small village behind the temple."
Upon hearing this, the man speeding on the main road swerved the steering wheel, drifted, and then sped towards the temple.
The small village called Anwa has no tall buildings. It is located on a low-lying flat land at the foot of a mountain, with dozens of families living along the river.
The little boy and his grandmother lived in a bamboo house at the edge of the village.
Liang Lu originally wanted to come here with the little boy to hide from the rain, divide the money and leave, but after the money was divided, the rain got heavier.
The small river beside the village kept rising and had begun to flow into the small houses.
Liang Lu saw something was wrong and pulled the little boy over and said, "We can't stay here any longer. There might be a flood. Let's leave here first."
The little boy told his grandmother, but the old woman refused to leave no matter what and pointed at Liang Lu and said she was talking nonsense.
The scolded woman wasn't angry. She rolled up her trouser legs and said calmly, "I'm just being fair and just to remind you. It's your choice whether to leave or not. I won't make decisions for anyone else."
The little boy knew that his sister was very smart. If she said there would be a flood, it would most likely happen.
He found a life jacket and put it on the old man, then found a life buoy and handed it to Liang Lu, "Sister, here, put it on, let's go."
Liang Lu didn't expect the little boy to be so righteous. She touched his head and said, "I don't need it. You can put it on yourself."
"Sister, I've been swimming in the river since I was a child. Even if there's a flood, I can save myself. Wear it. I'll find a way to get you to a safe place later."
Liang Lu didn't have time to be polite with him. She put on the lifebuoy and said in a deep voice, "Go quickly."
Less than ten minutes after the three of them left, the first wave of flood came roaring in, sweeping away everything in its path with tremendous momentum.
Looking at the house that was destroyed not far away, the three people who had already reached a slightly higher ground felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.
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