Visa On Arrival Chapter 41

deliberate revenge

Day 31

Qi Ranyue forgot to buy flowers again.

She stood in front of the tombstone with empty hands. The wind blew her hair to her face, but she didn’t bother to brush it away.

This was already the thirty-first day. It was supposed to be a habit, but she couldn’t do anything except cry.

The photo of Chen Rong on the tombstone is still smiling.

Black and white, small, embedded in gray stone.

Every time he saw this smile, Qi Ranyue wanted to hit himself.

“Rong Rong, I’m here.” Her voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.

This month her voice was broken from crying, and her words no longer sounded like her own.

She sat down in front of the monument. The cemetery was very quiet and the pine trees were motionless.

She pressed her forehead against the tombstone and began to cry.

“I hate you.” Qi Ranyue said.Vaguely, coming from the knees.”Why did you save me, why did you abandon me, why did you leave me alone, I miss you, I miss you…”

She said these words every day.

The tone is different every day.

Sometimes it’s hate, sometimes it’s begging, sometimes it’s coquettishness, as if Chen Rong can still hear it.

She cried for a long time.

It took so long that the sun moved from the left to the right, so long that she began to feel cold, and so long that her consciousness began to blur.

The last thing she thought before losing consciousness was: I can see you again.

It was already dark when I woke up.

She was lying on the grass next to the tombstone, her face covered with dried tears, and her hair was caked with grass clippings and dirt.

“Rongrong, I, I’m going home.” She said to the tombstone.

No one answered her.

Back at Chen Rong’s apartment, the entrance light was still on.

She forgot to close it when she went out, or she hadn’t closed it in the past month, so the curtains in the living room were tightly drawn.

She changed into slippers, walked to the sofa like a puppet manipulated by strings, and collapsed.

On the sofa was Chen Rong’s pajamas, which smelled of her. She hugged them with her hands and buried her face in them, crying.

This time it was quiet, the tears just flowed and there was no sound.

Qi Ranyue turned over on the sofa, faced the ceiling, and raised her hand very slowly, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

The ring on the ring finger was touched by the warm light in the room, and a thin bright mark appeared. His eyes fell on it, and he looked at it calmly at first. His eyes suddenly turned red, and the redness was very quiet, like water flowing over the river bed, without any sound.

There was no feeling in her stomach anymore, only a dull, burning, dull pain remained. She couldn’t tell whether it was stomach pain or something else, and she couldn’t remember the last time she had a serious meal.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at herself in it. She had lost a whole circle, her ribs were one by one, and her collarbone seemed to be poking out. She didn’t feel sorry for herself, but hated herself.I hate that I am still standing here, still alive, my heart is still beating, my lungs are still breathing, but Chen Rong is no longer there.

At eleven o’clock in the evening, she cried and closed all the curtains and turned off all the lights.

At three o’clock in the morning, she finally fell asleep.

In the dream, Chen Rong opened her hands and said that she would take her away.She cried again, saying she missed you so much, but there was no sound, just tears flowing down her cheeks and dripping on Chen Rong’s pillow.

The moon is still there at five o’clock in the morning, but the person who said this is no longer there.

She will go to the cemetery tomorrow.

So will the day after tomorrow.

She didn’t know when she would stop.Maybe tomorrow, maybe never.

The tea room is on the thirty-eighth floor.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the skyline of the entire city. The gray-blue sky presses against the glass wall like an upside-down bell.

Qi Ranyue sat opposite Ruan Zhenchuan. There was a teacup placed on the mahogany table. The tea soup had cooled down and a very thin film had formed on the surface.

Ruan Zhenchuan didn’t look at her. He lowered his head and wiped a purple clay pot with cotton cloth. His movements were so slow that every muscle and vein was clearly visible.

Those hands had signed countless documents and held the lives of countless people, but at the moment they were doing something extremely ordinary.

The old man opposite had the smell of agarwood and power, pressing down heavily on him.

“I checked.” Ruan Zhenchuan finally spoke. His voice was not high or even harsh, but every word was like nails driven into wood.

He put down the purple clay pot and raised his eyes. His eye sockets were sunken, but his pupils were still clear. “The car accident was a deliberate revenge.”

Qi Ranyue’s breathing stopped for a beat.

“Xiaoyue, you are like this now.” Ruan Zhenchuan paused, as if he was looking for a more precise word, but in the end he couldn’t find it, or he didn’t bother to find it, “Are you worthy of her?”

There was no banging on the table, no loud voice, but Qi Ranyue felt her bones were ringing.

“There are no people left.” Ruan Zhenchuan said, “You don’t eat or drink, don’t see people, and lock yourself in that house. Do you think she wants to see you like this? Do you think he wants to see you like this?”

Qi Ranyue’s tears began to fall.

Ruan Zhenchuan stood up and walked to the window, with his back to her. The gray-blue sky made him a silhouette, thin and straight, like a knife in a sheath.

“She died for you.” The voice came from the window, as calm as stating the weather forecast, “That person dragged you to death because of emotional disputes, but she let you live.

Qi Ranyue bit her lip, and the taste of blood spread on the tip of her tongue.

Ruan Zhenchuan turned around and said, “You have to atone for your sins, not by dying yourself alive.”You keep her share alive too.What she likes, what she wants to do, and the days she doesn’t have time to finish, you live them for her.Those who should solve it should solve it.”

He walked back to the table and pushed the cup of cool tea in front of Qi Ranyue, “Death is the easiest.It’s hard to live.I want you alive.Be good, carry her life on your back, and don’t forget it even for a day.It will be easy for me to explain to her when I meet her.”

Qi Ranyue lowered her head and looked at the cup of tea.The tea soup was a deep amber color, reflecting her face.

She picked up the tea cup, her hands shaking, and drank it in one breath.Cool, bitter, astringent.

Ruan Zhenchuan said no more.

He picked up the purple clay pot again and continued to rub it.

The sky outside the window dimmed for a moment, and the city lights lit up one after another.

Qi Ranyue put down the tea cup, “I understand.”

From that day on, Qi Ranyue smiled.

It’s the kind of smile that comes from the bottom of your heart and makes your eyes crinkle together.

She started running, cooking, and working again.

She tied her hair into a ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead.

Only occasionally late at night, she would sit alone on the balcony, talking softly to the starry sky, and she would lie on the bed and look into the air recalling the good times of the past.

The wind blew gently, as if someone was answering.

Memories come up quietly, like the whisper of the tide.

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