Chapter 655 The Terminally Ill Rich Girl (20)
Three days later, after Shi Yi was buried, Wei Lan followed Chen Heng on the plane that night and left the village.
Zou Xiuyu in the village became a well-known painter in the village. Everyone wanted to ask him for an autograph, but he always stayed indoors and refused to see anyone.
Zhu Jin went to see him several times at night, but he kept her out of the door. Her aunt gave her a new trick.
This time, Zhu Jin was not rejected by Zou Xiuyu again.
When Zhu Jin entered the house, she found that the firewood in the fire pit in his house was burning brightly. She noticed that his easels were not far from the fire pit. She wanted to remind him, but he led her directly to the yard behind the house.
"Tell me, what did Shi Yi say to you that day?" Zou Xiuyu sat on the windowsill and looked at the moon.
After Shi Yi left this world, he fell in love with all relative things: the cold moon and the extreme warmth. It seemed that only these two things reminded him that he was still alive.
"What did she say..." Is it important?
Zhu Jin wanted to sneer, but thinking of the real purpose of her trip, she endured it and said softly, "She said she forgave us."
"I know." Zou Xiuyu covered his eyes with his hands, "I knew it a long time ago."
"Since you know, why don't you make peace with me." Zhu Jin raised her voice, "Xiuyu, Shiyi wants the two of us to be fine. How can I be fine without you?"
She found that the young man in front of her was much thinner than before. This originally loose shirt now covered his body like a cover, feeling empty. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his fingers were so thin that they looked like bones. She could already imagine how sad he was for Wan Shiyi during the days he stayed at home.
"Go away." Zou Xiuyu turned his head away.
"Xiu Yu, we were together in the first place. Now, we are just back on track." Zhu Jin put her hands on his shoulders and said firmly like a man, "The real death of a person is not the loss of vital signs, but being forgotten by the people around him. Now that we are together again, wouldn't it be good for us to remember the memory of Shi Yi together?"
Zou Xiu Yu seemed to be moved by her words and put his hands down from his face. He looked at the girl in front of him blankly and said pointedly, "If I get back together with you, will you really allow me to think about Shi Yi again?"
Perhaps his eyes were too straightforward, Zhu Jin couldn't move her eyes away to avoid it. She heard the voice in her heart shouting - impossible, impossible. If she and Zou Xiu Yu were together again, she would make Zou Xiu Yu erase all the memories of Wan Shi Yi. Nothing left, nothing left. Zou Xiu Yu was hers, how could she allow him to have someone else in his heart.
Her eyes and micro-expressions had completely revealed her true thoughts.
Zou Xiuyu sighed lightly, his tone more tolerant and peaceful than ever before, "Zhu Jin, I know you, you can't do it."
"No! I can do it!" Zhu Jin forced herself to smile.
"If you really can do it, you wouldn't have delayed until today to come to me with this excuse." Zou Xiuyu gently tidied up the broken hair in front of her eyes.
This is the girl he once loved, loved with his heart, loved with all his strength... He wanted to hate, but he couldn't. So, he could only transfer all the hatred to himself and clear her name.
"Zou Xiuyu, you still have me in your heart, right?" Zhu Jin clenched his palm and pressed it against her cheek. At this moment, she was softer and more lovable than ever before.
Zou Xiuyu withdrew his hand under her gaze and handed her the letter in his pocket.
"What is this?" She hesitated whether to take it.
"Take a look. It's about you." Zou Xiuyu continued to look up at the moon, and his memory couldn't help but go back to the evening before Wei Lan left the village.
That day, he was drunk at home alone. Wei Lan came with a box and knocked on the door. Chen Heng lifted him up from the bed. The two grabbed their clothes and made him count the things in the box one by one, and then hurried away.
After they left, he collapsed on the ground and cried silently.
Shi Yi transferred half of her property to his name. This happened that night after he had a thorough conversation with her in the corridor.
Shi Yi clearly saw through all his conspiracies and calculations, but he was still willing to give him half of his property so that he could marry the girl he liked. He was really ashamed, so ashamed that he couldn't extricate himself.
He realized that everything he had today was arranged by Shi Yi.
Those so-called "Bo Le" were just found by Shi Yi with money, and then given money to let them invest in themselves.
He always thought he was talented, but in the end, he was just so-so.
After reading the letter, Zhu Jin couldn't help shaking her hands. She really didn't expect that Shi Yi was such a generous person. She looked at Zou Xiuyu beside her in a daze, as if crying and laughing, "She really forgave us."
"She is really a very good girl." Zou Xiuyu carefully took the letter from her hand, folded it according to the original crease, and put it solemnly into his pocket.
"Zou Xiuyu, you really fell in love with her." Zhu Jin said this with a completely certain tone.
He treated everything she left behind so solemnly, how could he not have been moved by her.
Zou Xiuyu did not comment, but turned and walked into the house.
Every night, he felt so cold. He didn't know how to resolve this kind of coldness.
Zhu Jin looked at his much thinner back disappearing from her sight, raised her eyes and wiped the tears in her eyes.
Life, what is it to live for?
How could she be so bad before, so bad that she would calculate such a kind and innocent girl.
She regretted it.
She really regretted it.
She has lost too much now.
Inside the house, Zou Xiu Yu pushed over all his easels, piled them up one by one and stacked them in the corner.
"Zou Xiuyu, what are you going to do! These are all your hard work!" Zhu Jin came in to stop him, but saw him casually throwing an easel into the fire pit.
"What talent do I have?" Zou Xiuyu's face was illuminated by the blazing fire, and his expression seemed to be self-deprecating and painful, "I can't paint anymore."
He realized that he couldn't lift the brush on the day of Shi's burial. That day, he originally wanted to paint a portrait for her. However, he sat in front of the easel all night, and the pen didn't fall on the paper.
(End of this chapter)
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