iercing pain.But she still did it, stubbornly enduring the hidden pain... She said she didn't need dignity, that she had none, and that she didn't care about it. Yet, deep down, she would rather endur...As night fell and all was still, I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of home.

The night of Erhai Lake is very quiet.

The day was still hot, but at night, the wind arrived.

A dark shadow, flickering and fading, walked towards a corner of Yi Ju where an infrequently opened wooden door stood. Even the long-time handyman who worked at Yi Ju had never seen this door open before.

A rustling sound, the key turned in the lock, a "click," and the wooden door swung open. The person at the door stood for a while before stepping inside.

She is the boss of Yijiu.

A hostel owner who, in the eyes of everyone around him, is extremely kind and gentle.

But at this moment, those who knew her well would surely be astonished. The boss known for her gentle demeanor now had a cold expression on her face, with sadness in her eyes that she couldn't conceal.

A cold face, mournful eyes, and heavy steps... “I, I came to see you.” A rough voice, slowly rising.

But inside the house, there was no one else besides her.

Lift her foot and step inside. Remember the house, she's most familiar with this place more than her own room, I'm afraid.

In the darkness, she groped her way forward without a light. She was at ease; every object here was so familiar to her that it couldn't be more familiar.

As she walked forward, as expected, she reached the edge of the table. Her hand continued to explore the surface, until it came across something. 'Crack,' in an instant, a flame ignited. Her hand, holding the lit matchstick, trembled slightly and then brought it to the table, lighting two candles.

"Do you remember, that day, the fire reaching the sky, so many people watching outside... maybe the fire was too big, maybe I was just too unlikeable, so many people only you charged in first...you fool..."

The candle was lit, the match extinguished. She took up an incense stick from the offering table and held it to the candle flame, igniting it slowly before inserting it into the incense burner. Everything was done deliberately. Raising her head, she looked at the portrait in front of her:

"It's Ghost Festival again. When the gates of Fengdu City (the Ghost Gate, rumored to be the only way for the departed to go to the human world) open, why don't you come and see me, Ah Lu"

The framed photo on the table showed Ah Lu smiling brightly. The woman stood silently before the table, staring at the photograph. Of course, she had no picture of Ah Lu, nor his ashes. The portrait was painted by a wandering artist she had met while traveling to Erhai Lake, based on her own memory.

Míngmíng... just smiled so brightly.

The woman gripped her palm tightly... she was so unwilling to give up.

"It's been ages... Ah Lu, come take a look at me, will you" The woman's nose was sore. "Before I came to Erhai Lake, I could often dream of you. How did you make your Erhai Lake dream come true, yet you refuse to come back to my dreams"

"As she spoke, her eyes gradually welled up: 'A-Lu, if you don't appear in my dreams again, I'm afraid I'll soon forget your face.'"

She didn't say she was lonely, but she truly was.

She missed Alu, but Alu no longer appeared in her dreams.

Zhaozhao is doing well, but she can't get into her heart.

She said she wanted to live each day well, just like when she and Alu were in that cage, as Alu had said, watching the sky, the sea, and the clouds, a leisurely and tranquil every day.

She lived each day devotedly according to Ah Lu's desired life... every day she lay on a lounge chair, sipping tea and gazing at the scenery... yet it felt heavy and suffocating.

She knelt down, the prepared paper money in her hands, she picked them up one by one and tossed them into the fire pit. She chattered with Ah Lu as if he had never died, as if he was still beside her.

"You have no family, I am your family, over there...never again meet someone like me who would drag down your friends."

Commonly speaking, until the paper money burned out, the woman slowly stood up. She had been squatting for a long time, and her legs went numb when she stood up, almost falling backward.

Before she could even scream, she knew that if she fell this time, it would be serious.

Just about to fall backwards, her body was caught by a force on her waist.

"Be careful."

The woman subconsciously looked back and her face changed upon seeing the arrival: "When did you come" Her eyes darted towards the door, though she distinctly remembered closing it when she entered.

A pair of eyes, watching warily the people behind him, he... just how much did he see, hear

The visitor looked innocent: "I couldn't sleep, so I came down for a walk. I just happened to walk by here. I saw the light inside, so I stood at the door and peeked in. I just saw you standing up and almost falling..."

He glanced once more at the embers still flickering in the fire pit: “It’s so late, are you… burning paper”

The woman pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Is he a relative" He gave a barely perceptible twist of his brow... Who was Ah Lu

Instinctively, I looked towards the desk. Standing at the doorway, I couldn't quite make out the person in the photograph.

The woman tried to block his gaze, but alas... she was shorter than him.

Even though it was covering most of it, he could still see.

Female

"I heard you calling Ah Lu... your relative"

He asked tentatively.

The woman's face changed: "Mr. Lu, do you like to inquire about other people's private affairs"

Alou, is the person who connects her present to her past. Though she desperately wants to forget that past, to forget that person and that love, it still exists in reality.

Lu Ming hurriedly reached out and raised his hand: "OK OK, it's my fault. Boss, is there anything to eat"

……

Late at night, in the Jian family villa of city S, a storm was brewing.

Jian Mo's hands trembled as he held three medical reports. He had been staring at them for a long time, his forehead still glistening with sweat. He couldn't believe it, even terrified by the results.

Suddenly, he stood up with a start, strode toward Jian Zhen Dong and Jian Fu's bedroom, rushing past in a hurry, leaving only the sound of Jian Mo Bai's hurried footsteps in the corridor.

Knock knock!

The insistent pounding on the door annoyed Jian Zhendong, who had just been about to go to sleep in his bedroom. He impatiently asked, "Who is it"

"Dad, open the door, it's me."

Jian Zhen Dong's face improved slightly when he heard it was Jian Mo Bai. The Madam Jian, who had already lain down, also woke up: "Mo Bai, your father has already gone to sleep. Let's talk about anything tomorrow during the day."

The people at the door, however, do not leave:

"Dad, please open the door, it's important."

Jian Zhen Dong pushed Jian's wife and said, "Go open the door."

Mrs. Jian was resigned, so she got out of bed and put on a housecoat. She walked to the door, still somewhat unhappy:

"Mo Bai, it's so late..." she said as she opened the door.

The moment the door opened, the son at the entrance, like a sudden gust of wind and rain, rushed in. The coat that Mrs. Jian was wearing was knocked to the ground: "Oh, you child..."

"Dad, do you guys know where my little sister is, right!" Jian Mo Bai rushed in and impatiently questioned Jian Zhen Dong.

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

Jian Zhen Dong sank his face: "Where do you have a sister."

"Little child! Little simple one!"

"We don't have any little boys or girls at home. Please don't mention that troublemaker again. Well, it's late, you should go to sleep now."

"Dad! I've been diagnosed with leukemia! Neither your nor Mom's bone marrow matches!" There were three reports, one was his leukemia diagnosis report, and the other two were blood type test reports he had obtained after learning about his leukemia. He had asked a familiar doctor to help check their blood types while his parents were undergoing their regular six-month full physical checkups last week.undisguised displeasure: "I don't care who brought you into the public relations department, but once you're in my department, you do things my way." 。Remember, if you want to stay in my department,...