It is April in the capital city, when spring has returned to the earth and flowers are flying and green is dotted everywhere. In the early morning, the sky is as blue as water. It is a rare good weather in the year.
The temperature was a little low in the morning, and the chilly wind blew in through the car windows, making the drunk man leaning in the back seat sneeze.
"We're here." The driver pressed the meter and the timer started beeping.
Connor Wen opened his sore eyes and climbed up from the back seat with difficulty: "Well, are we there yet?"
"We're here." The driver looked in the rearview mirror, a little impatient. Night shift drivers have been working all night, and few are in a good mood, especially when they are driving a drunk.
A fair and beautiful face was reflected in the rearview mirror. Although her eyelids were swollen from drinking and her hair was messy, her facial features were still delicate, her chin was thin and pointed, and her skin was as smooth as a baby's. She looked like a boy with a girly appearance.
Connor Wen took a deep breath and asked, "How much?"
"46."
Connor Wen paused as he was taking out the money, and his tone became higher: "How much?"
"look by youself."
Connor Wen yawned, cleared his throat, and said in a clearer voice: "Master, are you kidding me? I've probably walked this road from Sanlitun to my home more than you have. If there's no traffic, 35 is the maximum. Where did you go to get here?"
The driver looked a little guilty: "There was a car accident near Chaoyang Hospital, so I took a detour..."
"Oh, you took a little detour? If you make a bigger turn, we can go to Xiangshan to watch the sunrise. You think I'm drunk and confused? I'm telling you, I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Even if I get drunk, I can still see through the sky." Connor Wen took out 35 yuan and threw it on the front seat. "That's all."
The driver was not happy and said in a gruff voice, "No, you're giving me all this and making me go for nothing?"
"Oh, it's not a wasted trip. I drank a lot last night. How about I unload the goods in the car for you?" Connor Wen made a retching gesture.
The driver cursed, "Okay, okay, just go away. It's my bad luck."
Connor Wen rolled his eyes, pushed the door and got out of the car. Before the driver closed the window, he cursed: "You stinky idiot."
Connor Wen turned around abruptly upon hearing that: "Fcuk - who the hell are you scolding..." He kicked the car door.
The driver stepped on the accelerator and ran away.
Connor Wen's kick missed and he was so angry that he gave the taxi a fierce middle finger. Then he sneezed violently. He sniffed and muttered, "Idiot... Tsk, I'm not catching a cold." Not daring to delay, he ran home quickly. If he didn't sneak home before his mother woke up, he would be doomed.
When he walked downstairs, he saw a woman in a black windbreaker from a distance. She was tall and thin, with a graceful figure. Her slender and white legs were exposed from a pair of high-heeled shoes. Her thick black hair was casually draped over her shoulders. She wore sunglasses early in the morning. Her pair of bright red lips on her white face were very beautiful. He silently gave this woman an eight in his heart, but he immediately found something wrong. Why did this woman look more and more familiar the more he looked at her?
"Connor Wen." The woman took off her sunglasses after he approached. As expected, she was a very beautiful woman with delicate eyebrows, a straight nose and a pointed chin. However, her eyes were swollen like walnuts. It was obvious that she had cried, and cried quite hard.
Connor Wen's heart skipped a beat, and a lot of complicated emotions surged up at once, including anger, disgust, and surprise. He didn't expect Layla Sun to take the initiative to find him: "Call me by my full name, do you think I know you well, Auntie?"
"Connor Wen, I don't have time to argue with you." Layla Sun lowered her head, as if trying to adjust her mood.
"What are you doing here? If you have something to say, just say it. If I yell, my mom will rush down from upstairs with a broom and beat you."
Layla Sun raised her head, her red eyes made her look pitiful: "Yaya is gone."
Connor Wen was startled, and his breathing suddenly stopped. Yaya? Isn't Yaya his sister's name? What do you mean Yaya is gone?
"Connor Wen, Yaya is gone, your sister is gone, she committed suicide."
"You..." Connor Wen wanted to say you farted, but the voice was stuck in his throat. He felt dizzy and had difficulty breathing. It seemed that the whole world was upside down. He was so dizzy that he almost couldn't stand.
He looked around.
It was an ordinary, peaceful morning. An old man walking his dog, an old lady buying groceries, a beautiful woman jogging in the morning, and children going to school. Everything in this old neighborhood where he had lived for more than ten years was the same as yesterday. He went home quietly after a night of crazy fun, just like many other mornings. The only difference was that a woman he didn't want to see was standing here waiting for him, bringing him news he couldn't accept. What happened to this world? Why did it suddenly change?!
His sister died? How is that possible? That woman was crueler and harder than anyone else. How could she commit suicide?
Layla Sun sniffed and took out a white envelope from the lizard skin birkin: "This is Yaya's suicide note. She said she must give it to you."
Connor Wen was shaking all over. He pushed her hand away and said incoherently, "You're crazy. That woman has nothing to do with our family. I don't care whether she's dead or alive!" That woman just wanted to live in his memory gloriously and shamelessly. Dead? Committed suicide? Why! Why should he tell him? He didn't want to know at all!
"Connor Wen, listen to me. You are the only relative Yaya can trust. She can only entrust her affairs after death to you. This is why I came to you."
"Afterlife? Haha, I don't want anything except the inheritance. I don't want to see you. Get out of here, get out of here!" Connor Wen felt that his heart couldn't bear it anymore. He had to find a place to hide immediately to save himself from the emotional collapse. He ran to the corridor.
Layla Sun shouted: "There is an inheritance!"
Connor Wen didn't stop.
"And the children!"
Connor Wen's body paused, and his steps became weak, as if he was stepping on cotton.
Child... He heard that Yaya had a child with that man, who should be quite old. He had never seen the child, and didn't even know whether it was a boy or a girl. For many years, they had tacitly treated Yaya as someone who never existed, and naturally would not mention anything about her. After his father passed away, he thought he would never have anything to do with Yaya again in his life. He never expected that after four or five years, the next news he got from her would be her death.
Layla Sun came over and sobbed, "Connor Wen, Yaya made it clear in her suicide note that part of her estate was left to you and your aunt. She only hopes that you will take care of her child, your nephew."
Connor Wen turned around and looked at her fiercely, his eyes bloodshot: "Get lost."
Layla Sun stuffed the letter into his arms, took two steps back, her high heels tapping on the ground, making a heartbreaking sound for both of them. She covered her mouth, tears welled up in her eyes, and she turned and ran away.
Connor Wen's body was stiff as he watched the letter float to the ground. He stood there as if his legs were glued to the ground.
After a long time, he felt a slight chill on his face, and when he touched it, it was wet. All his strength was drained away, and he sat down on the ground, trembling as he picked up the letter.
"Connor Wen, what's wrong with you?" Aunt Wang from next door was walking out of the corridor carrying shopping bags.
Connor Wen lowered his head and said in a low voice: "It's okay, I drank too much, don't tell my mom."
"Oh, child, you ruin your body when you are young, you will regret it when you are old..." Aunt Wang walked past him while muttering.
Connor Wen's shoulders were shaking, his vision was blurry, he almost crawled up from the ground, grabbed the letter, staggered upstairs, and rushed back home like the wind. He had long forgotten to open the door quietly, and after closing the door casually, he ran back to the room and covered himself with the quilt.
Yaya is gone, committing suicide, committing suicide, committing suicide...
Connor Wen bit his lips tightly, not daring to make a sound, but his tears had already soaked large areas of the quilt.
"Connor Wen?" Meredith Feng pushed open the door and said, "You little B@st@ard, are you out fooling around again?"
Connor Wen's head was buzzing, and he had only one thought in his mind: I can't tell his mother.
"Why are you covering yourself with a quilt? Are you disfigured? You didn't even take off your shoes, and you left a dirty footprint on the floor. Get up and lick the floor clean!" Meredith Feng came up and was about to lift the quilt.
"Mom." Connor Wen cried, "Please leave me alone for a while, okay?"
Meredith Feng was stunned for a moment, frowned and let go of her hand: "What's wrong with you? Are you crying?"
Connor Wen didn't want to say anything now, he just wanted to hide, he completely shrank his body into the quilt.
Meredith Feng hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped out and closed the door behind him.
Suppressed crying sounds gradually came from under the quilt.
Connor Wen didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already noon. The house was very quiet. His mother had gone to work and would not be back at noon.
He sat up, his mind was blank, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
He sniffed, his tears had almost all flowed away and he couldn't cry anymore. He turned over the quilt, found the letter that he had crumpled up, and tore open the envelope with trembling hands.
The letter was only one page long, and was too short for a suicide note:
Connor Wen, I'm sorry, my sister is gone.
I don’t know if I am still qualified to be your sister, but in my heart, you have always been my most beloved brother.
After reading these two lines, Connor Wen's eyes became wet again. He wiped away his tears and continued reading:
Don't delve into the reasons why I choose to leave this world, and don't ask anyone. Promise me, you must promise me, this is for your and your aunt's safety. From the day I followed that man, I had already expected my own end. You don't have to feel sad for me, I deserve it.
My only concern is my son. He just turned 15 and is a very good child. I don't feel comfortable leaving him to anyone. I beg you to help me take care of him, protect him, and give him family love and care before he comes of age. In my inheritance, there is a house and 3 million for you and aunt. I know these things cannot repay the kindness of my uncle and aunt in raising me, so consider them as your reward for taking care of Ethan Luo on my behalf.
Connor Wen, I have been living in pain and guilt for these years. At this last moment, I want to tell you that when my uncle was dying, I was also lying on the hospital bed. I couldn't move, and I didn't want him to see me in such a mess before he passed away, so I didn't go. I know you have always hated me because of this incident. I don't ask for your forgiveness. I just want you to know how grateful and sorry I am to your family.
Please agree to my last request and take care of my son. He is more lonely than me in this world.
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