Chapter 59 59 Death will come faster than the arrival of spring.
Liang Guanyue thought that she would probably never have any contact with Fu Yunlu again in this life. It was logical and reasonable for them not to have any unnecessary involvement.
But Fu Yunliang committed suicide in prison, and ninety days later, Zhao Yi jumped to his death.
At this time, more than three years have passed since Fu Yunlu came to District 53.
District 53 and the main city are two different worlds. This is the second time Fu Yunlu has been sent out of the main city, but the first time he was just wandering around the central administrative district. District 53 is too far away from him.
Therefore, management was no easy task. He had no trusted subordinates here and had to do everything himself. He needed to be wary of every crowded or sparsely populated area, unable to be sure whether a bullet aimed at him would suddenly be fired from a certain direction.
Fu Yunlu could have chosen not to make any reforms to District 53 and not infringe upon the interests of any local dignitaries. In this way, he could have lived his life here safely, but he could only live his life here.
He needs to achieve brilliant results in order to be noticed by the head of state again.
As he was promoting the implementation of the new policy and giving a speech on it, a red dot from above was aimed at his brow. It could have killed him instantly, but perhaps just to remind this ignorant prince, the bullet's trajectory brushed past his hair and shot towards the preaching board behind him.
The crowd suddenly panicked and people from all sides fled in all directions. The bodyguards immediately surrounded Fu Yunlu and escorted him away from the place.
Fu Yunlu knew that if he persisted in changing the current "peace" of District 53, events like today would not be the last. He would face countless assassination attempts, provocations, and even suspicion from colleagues and the public. Occasionally, he would question himself—facing the widespread abuse, Fu Yunlu would naturally ask himself again and again what the point of doing this was.
Just like Liang Guanyue’s last words to him: “What’s the point of you doing this?”
Meaning? In the past, he had done many things that had no meaning to him, but were done for the sake of others, but in the end, he did not receive any thanks.
What difference would returning to the main city make from being stationed in District 53? It was the dead of winter, and Fu Yunlu looked up at the bright, cold, full moon hanging high in the sky outside the French window. No one would yearn for him to return to the main city, and spending his life here was essentially no different from the previous thirty years. But at least he wouldn't encounter Liang Guanyue and his lover being affectionate with each other.
Fu Yunlu had to admit that he was too cowardly to recall the past when he and Liang Guanyue were together. He didn't dare to delve into how Liang Guanyue wanted to escape when they were intimate, and how she mocked him in her heart as she watched him fall into the trap step by step.
Thinking about the past, it was a very cruel thing for Fu Yunlu now.
Fu Yunlu had just removed the bandage from his right hand when he received the summons from the Führer. The roving mob feigned pity and knelt before him, begging him to strengthen the defense shield for District 53. Fu Yunlu shook his head and said, "The current defense shield already accounts for 70% of District 53's financial expenditure."
This was a contradiction. To develop the economy of Area 53, a stable social environment was necessary. A strong shield could significantly reduce the interference from the Zerg and meteorites, but conversely, the entire Area 53's fiscal revenue would have to pay for the shield's operation. This was absolutely unacceptable.
However, the grassroots people will not know this. Perhaps they once believed that the district government could give them a better tomorrow, but the reality is always the opposite, and trust is exhausted in disappointment.
The refugee raised his hand and stabbed the hidden blade at Fu Yunlu, who he thought he could save but was actually trapped inside.
When the bodyguard tried to intervene, Fu Yunlu stopped him. The knife slashed deeply across his right arm, blood dripping from his fingers. Fu Yunlu stared blankly at his thin, sunken face and said, "Even if you kill me, the shield will remain the same." He snatched the knife from the refugee and said to the secretary beside him, "Send him to the detention center for a while."
After the district chief learned about this, he came to apologize specially. He probably said that he would punish this untouchable severely. I hope Your Highness will not take it to heart.
"I'm not upset about his assassination attempt, but about you officials who are just sitting there doing nothing. How much money have you put into your pockets that I can only upgrade my shield once in the three years since I came here?"
The district chief was about to say something to deal with this troublesome and troublesome prince, but Fu Yunlu clearly didn't want to hear his excuses. These people always had countless excuses for themselves, and Fu Yunlu couldn't help but understand. In the past three years, he had dealt with one official and group after another who had hindered the progress of the entire 53rd District, but it was clear that this was just the tip of the iceberg.
It's hard to reverse a situation that's too bad to be reversed. Fu Yunlu looked at himself in the rearview mirror. He looked exactly the same as he did in the main city, yet he felt something was different. Was it the gray hair? But no one here cared about his appearance, and he didn't have to bother his mother or... Fu Yunlu froze for a moment, as if suddenly coming to his senses. He wanted to put that name out of his mind—was he still with that Alpha named John? Yes, he'd already graduated a year ago, and he might have started pursuing his entrepreneurial dreams with Fanna. He didn't know how things were going.
He couldn't help but keep talking about things related to Liang Guanyue, as if he was worried about his young child who was traveling far away from him.
He should hate him, but he can't seem to do it.
However, the day of returning to the main city is nowhere in sight, and Fu Yunlu's love and hate become somewhat ridiculous in the face of his helplessness in the face of District 53.
Despite this, Fu Yunlu did not expect that he would be able to return to the main city again, because of Zhao Yi's death.
When Fu Yunliang committed suicide in prison three months ago, Fu Yunlu also received the news, but because Fu Yunliang was a criminal and had a bad social impact, Fu Liaoyan did not allow Fu Yunlu to return to the main city for various considerations.
This time, Zhao Yi committed suicide. It was reasonable for Fu Yunlu to come back as Zhao Yi's only surviving child to handle his mother's funeral.
Fu Liaoyan gave him a month, and after a month, Fu Yunlu still needed to return to District 53.
"Take good care of District 53, and the main city will not refuse a capable person to return to its embrace."
The funeral was solemn and dignified in black and white. Fu Liaoyan attended as Zhao Yi's husband. He raised his hand to adjust the white boutonniere pinned to Fu Yunlu's chest and said calmly, "Fu Xiaoyu is a kindhearted child. She won't kill you. You can at least live the rest of your life in peace in the main city."
"..." Fu Yunlu could hardly understand what he was saying. His brain was working very slowly. He looked at Fu Liaoyan's face, and his whole body seemed to be torn apart again.
Recently, he has been experiencing occasional pain in some parts of his body. He tried to see a doctor, but the cause was not found. Later, he was stabbed by refugees, and the pain was temporarily replaced by the pain in his arm.
He really wanted Fu Liaoyan to repeat himself, as he seemed distracted just now. However, he obviously couldn't let the leader repeat his words, so he could only pretend to understand and nodded: "Yes."
Fu Liaoyan led him to Zhao Yi's portrait. Fu Yunlu lowered his head and stared at his toes. He listened to the hypocritical crying sounds coming from all around him and thought: How noisy.
"Look up." Fu Liaoyan glanced at him. "Zhao Yi is cowardly, and Fu Yunliang inherited this cowardice. Only you are barely decent, a bit like me."
“…”
Fu Yunlu didn't want to look up.
Fu Liaoyan continued, "There was an Alpha who visited Fu Yunliang in prison."
Fu Yunlu clenched his hands tightly and blood began to flow backwards.
"A few days later, Fu Yunliang committed suicide in prison." Fu Liaoyan patted his shoulder lovingly and asked, "Yunlu, do you know what they said when they met?"
Fu Yunlu said hoarsely, "I'm far away in District 53. How could I know what's happening in the main city?" He paused, "...Father."
Fu Liaoyan laughed. "Before Zhao Yi died, she came to me once." He recalled Zhao Yi's expression at that time. "Her eyes revealed immense hatred, as if she wanted to kill me. But in the end, she just knelt down and begged me to let you return to the main city."
"I say, what's the point of Yunlu returning to the main city? You don't love him. Just like I found out four months ago that you never loved me." Fu Liaoyan said this with a flat tone, without hatred or regret. He didn't care whether Zhao Yi loved him or not. After all, he didn't marry her for love.
Fu Liaoyan said, "Yunlu, she admitted that she had wronged you in many ways and didn't want you to suffer in District 53 for the rest of your life. She also said that since I already knew Fu Yunliang's life story, she could only die to atone for her sins."
The feeling of pain returned to Fu Yunlu's body again. He raised his head and looked at Zhao Yi's black and white portrait - his mother was forever frozen in this narrow and indifferent photo.
"I……"
Fu Yunlu's throat tightened, and she had many things to say, but she could only repeat "I" over and over again.
"Fu Yunlu, you have a higher starting point than others. You don't need to worry about food, clothing, and other expenses. You just need to maintain your excellence as a member of the royal family. Ultimately, fate has been kind to you." Fu Liaoyan said, "You are my blood after all. I can hold my anger against you for Zhao Yi's affairs."
"I..." Fu Yunlu said, "I understand."
He handled Zhao Yi's funeral in an orderly manner, comforted the Zhao family's anxiety, and then on the day of the burial, he stood silently in front of the tombstone and listened to the pastor recite the eulogy.
It was a day without rain or sunshine. The sky was gray and gloomy. The spring breeze should have been warm and pleasant, but everything was so gloomy.
"From March to May every year, migratory birds migrate from south to north."
Zhao Yi once took his hand and pointed at the line of birds flying in the sky. He said to the young Fu Yunlu.
Fu Yunlu wondered, "Mom, don't they feel tired? They have to fly such a long distance every year."
"To survive and reproduce, they have to seek warmer places and suitable environments," Zhao Yi said. "Because they can't change nature, and the cold can kill them, they have no choice but to travel long distances year after year."
“What if I can’t fly anymore?”
Zhao Yi smiled and said, "If you can't fly anymore, you can only stay where you are and wait for winter to come."
Fu Yunlu said anxiously: "No, it's too cold in winter. I will save it! I will take it home!"
"But it will eventually go away."
Leave this world and everything it holds dear.
A person’s life may be like a migratory bird that never stops flying.
Fu Yunlu stroked Zhao Yi's tombstone and thought quietly - when you can't keep up with others, you will be left where you are, and the cold winter will devour your tired life.
Death will come faster than spring.
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The author has something to say: In the next chapter, the two of them meet... Even though Jia0 looks so depressed now... As soon as he meets Jia1, he will kiss her gently again...
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