The ivory tower has no autumn

Chapter 23

The rain was so heavy that the small eaves could not cover her, and the rain drenched her. Her face was reflected in the dim light of the mobile phone screen in the dark night, like a ghost wandering out at night.

She felt that she was out of breath, and she needed to inhale very hard so that the air would be pulled into her lungs, but the cold air only made her feel more suffocated.

I don't know if it's because of the rain, but in her field of vision, even the word "Lin Zhiyuan" in the contact book couldn't be seen clearly. She blinked her eyes hard, and finally it became clearer. She sucked her nose and swallowed. Swallowing, swallowing all the salty taste, and then dialed Lin Zhiyuan's phone again.

She thought that she would hear the expected female voice, but when the sound of "beep—beep—" came out of the microphone, she was a little surprised.

But the disappointment after the surprise was because no one answered the ringtone until it was hung up.

The second time I dialed, the bell rang for a long time, and it was not connected until I was about to be hung up.

Ji Huaizhi bit her lip, she didn't know what to say in the first sentence, she thought a lot of things in her heart, but before she could say it, she was abruptly cut off by the thunder.

In the end, she kept her voice very low, afraid of disturbing the sky, and afraid that the thunder would interrupt her again, she asked cautiously, "Zhi Yuan, where are you?"

Lin Zhiyuan didn't answer, she couldn't even hear her breathing on the other end of the phone, she wasn't sure if she was still listening.

"Zhiyuan, I miss you...

She really wanted to, and she didn't say it to deceive her.

But Lin Zhiyuan didn't answer, but she could hear the other person's breathing slightly.

Ji Huaizhi was panicked and frightened, she suppressed her crying, even though the tears had been mixed with the rain, no one could tell who was which, and she didn't want Lin Zhiyuan to know that she was crying.

"Zhiyuan, I'm at your door, I feel a little uncomfortable."

This time Lin Zhiyuan answered, just a few words, but Ji Huaizhi felt extremely at ease.

"The key is above the mailbox, I'll be back now."

Before the other party hung up the phone, the phone ran out of battery.

Staring blankly at the shutdown screen displayed on the phone, her heart could no longer bear the pressure, hiding in the sound of thunder and rain, she vented all her emotions.

Lin Zhiyuan never hid a spare key before, she always said confidently: "Every time I go out, I have to look at it two or three times, so naturally there is no need to hide a spare key."

She couldn't hear the situation on the other side of the microphone, Lin Zhiyuan's emotions seemed to be compressed by a machine, and after reaching her, the temperature cooled down.

She forced herself to believe in her heart that she must still have time, but time told her that she seemed to be too late.

In the past 12 years, Lin Zhiyuan has never forgotten this incident. She was left in the past like this, drinking the same cup of coffee day after day, year after year. It's just a certain shadow that has entered the picture, why stop her.

Why would he think that he could sit in front of her and hand her a glass of bubbly beer.

When Lin Zhiyuan came home, he saw Ji Huaizhi sitting on the steps of the porch, his whole body was wet, his hair was messily stuck to her face, and he looked at her with his arms around his knees, looking very embarrassed.

"Why don't you dry it, be careful of catching a cold..." Lin Zhiyuan closed the umbrella in his hand, the rain dripped down the umbrella tip, and wet the floor.

Ji Huaizhi didn't speak, to be honest, when she saw Lin Zhiyuan standing in front of her intact, she didn't know how to react.

Should he go to welcome her home, or scold her for hiding things about herself.

She couldn't figure it out clearly, so she could only choke with sobs, watching Lin Zhiyuan's vision blur again.

Lin Zhiyuan put down the umbrella in his hand, bent over to hug her, patted her on the back, and said softly, "I'm back."

She smelled the scent of shower gel on her body, suppressed her emotions, and hugged her back.

After all, it is too late...

"Zhiyuan... let's play a game, shall we?"

Lin Zhiyuan responded shallowly, which was considered to be an agreement.

"No matter what I say next, you have to say it of course."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't answer, she bit her trembling lips hard, she was so sad that she even stopped the pat with her hand.

Ji Huaizhi knew that she couldn't promise anything more.

"For next year's birthday, I want to go to the amusement park with you again, okay?"

After waiting for the word "Of course" for a long time, Ji Huaizhi choked up and continued: "I want to eat hot pot, let's eat it again in two days, okay?"

Lin Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and wiped away tears where Ji Huaizhi could not see.

"You...kiss me again, okay?" Suppressing the emotions that were about to explode, she hid her begging in words.

This time Lin Zhiyuan moved, she covered Ji Huaizhi's eyes with the palm of her right hand, lowered her head and kissed the corner of her mouth.

The first time was a temptation, this time, it was a farewell.

"Lin Zhiyuan, I love you, do you love me?"

"……certainly."

Ji Huaizhi was exhausted, she hugged Lin Zhiyuan's warm body, leaned on her shoulder, and closed her eyes.

If after waking up, everything is false, even the fact that she met Lin Zhiyuan is also false, that would be great.

Waking up the next day, Ji Huaizhi stared at the familiar ceiling, everything was the same, yet it seemed to be different.

The bed next to me was cold, and there were fever-reducing medicines and a thermos bottle beside the bed. There was no note to leave a message, just water and medicine. The room was quiet, but quiet.

"Zhi Yuan?" She called out tentatively.

It was very quiet, she hoped that she could hear her fear and panic, that she could open the door and say to her, "Good morning, Huaizhi."

But the time seems to have returned to the night when they quarreled, and there was only silence to respond to all the words.

Immediately afterwards, there was uncontrollable crying, and the burning sensation in her chest tormented her, reminding her that her retention was useless, and Lin Zhiyuan didn't want her anymore.

She chooses to leave her.

Alone, in an empty room, wept for two hours, but no one found out, and no one offered condolences.

Lin Zhiyuan and Lin Shang's news appeared at the same time. Lin Shang's mother called the police early the next morning, accusing Lin Zhiyuan of killing her own son and fleeing. Found in a somewhat remote suburb, under a big tree.

Lin Zhiyuan showed her the photos and said that the tree was as old as her own age, and it would be full of white flowers in spring, and it was the only tree that she thought was particularly beautiful in spring

But she also said: "If you are free in the future, you can go and have a look."

Not with her, but by herself to see.

When Ji Huaizhi saw Lin Zhiyuan again, she fell asleep as usual, but her face was pink, which is the characteristic of committing suicide by burning charcoal.

The last thing she left for her was her complete self.

She could almost hear her whispering in her ear, "I'm doing this to show some respect."

There was no trace of being harmed. Lin Zhiyuan personally bought charcoal and sleeping pills, and drove to the place of death by himself. In the end, the police ruled the case as Lin Zhiyuan committed suicide in fear of crime after killing Lin Shang.

The four words of committing suicide in fear of guilt are a desecration of her persistence and hard work for so many years.

Recalling that it was completely over here, Ji Huaizhi took a deep breath, holding "Yu Youqiu" that Shen Youyan handed over to her in her hand.

The first autographed, Lin Zhiyuan said he would leave it to Ji Huaizhi.

Lin Zhiyuan is dead. No one knows that she is the writer Twelve Qiu. Those who know her identity take the initiative to keep her secret. After all, no one wants others to know that they have invested in or acted in a murderer's work .

Only readers are still looking forward to the next work in Twelve Autumn.

After all, Lin Zhiyuan did not tell her the ending of "Yu Youqiu". When she saw the ending, it was on the best-selling bookshelf in the bookstore. Best fall ever.

However, Lin Zhiyuan is not a character in his own writing after all. She did not have the remaining 230 two autumns because on the last page of the book, Lin Zhiyuan wrote a line of words with his own hands, which is very eye-catching. a line of words.

This story is adapted from real experiences.

She doesn't want people to just treat it as a story. She hopes that people will finally find out that such absurdity actually happened in this world after reading such an absurd story.

However, just one day after the new book was put on the shelves, it was officially notified that it had to be taken off the shelves because someone complained about the contents of the book. In just a few days, the line that Lin Zhiyuan took time and effort to write on the last page of the book randomly appeared on the It is in the inventory of major bookstores, and after someone bought it, they immediately complained that this so-called story would have a bad influence on readers.

They saw Yu Youqiu's deliberation for more than ten years, and the dark side of Yu Youqiu's intention to revenge. They said that this would have a bad impact on society, but they couldn't see what the uncle did in the book, and they couldn't see the family's preference and selfishness. I can't see Yu Youqiu being trapped in the memory and struggling year after year, let alone Yu Youqiu finally learning to let go.

They could see none of this, not even the last line on the last page of the book.

They only see what they want to see.

Ji Huaizhi closed the book, and in addition to the book, Shen Youyan also gave her a thick folder, which contained the printed manuscript, and the title of the manuscript was "Unreachable Dreams".

Shen also said: "The copyright of this manuscript belongs to you. If you want to publish it, we will let it be published."

Ji Huaizhi squeezed it, feeling the thickness of the palm, it was filled with many things that Lin Zhiyuan wanted to accomplish with him in the future.

"No."

She spoke these two simple words very slowly and desperately.

Her first heartbeat died, and she died with it.

From now on, she will meet more people of all kinds, but no one can break into her picture again, just because the scenery in her eyes is already the most unparalleled.

She is lightly twisting the long and thin black cigarette with her right hand. The lingering smoke brings a faint scent of mint, which is a taste that cannot be blown away by the wind. In the deepest part of her memory, she quietly came out for a walk when she was not paying attention, and hid it again. go back.

That way time wouldn't have a chance to erase her.

She took a deep breath, and while exhaling, she put the smoke in a corner of the tomb and let it continue to burn.

As Lin Zhiyuan said, in order to quit one addiction, one must find another alternative addiction.

She thought she would quit, but in the days to come, she only smoked half a cigarette.

Half she smokes, half she smokes.

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The author has something to say:

Dedicated to the girls whose survival is difficult, to every flower blooming on the edge of the abyss.

Thank you for your company all the way, we will see you in the next book.

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