Reborn lady my biggest

Chapter 168 The Man Who Killed His Father

As the taxi passed through the streets of the city, Su Zizeng remembered that she forgot to ask the old man's name.

The old man was right. The car was only halfway there when it began to snow heavily. It is common in the north for snow to fall from a feather duster. It is pure white in color and falls to the ground in layers.After being stepped on by children's feet, the snow is solid and will not melt for several days.

The half-hour drive on weekdays took a full hour and a half tonight. Every car was slowing down desperately. Fortunately, it finally arrived. "Damn the weather, I should have picked up the car earlier," the taxi driver complained.

When they stopped at the entrance of the hotel, under the pressure of the wheels, the snow splashed on the passerby standing at the entrance. Su Zizeng apologized quickly, but the person standing there did not speak.She didn't pay attention, and after paying the money, she rushed into the warm room.

Halfway through the walk, Su Zi felt something strange in his heart. The person standing outside the hotel was neither a security guard nor a doorman. It was cold and he was just doing something.

With the sound of Xueluo, or the sound of someone chuckling, the man in the black coat moved his stiff feet, revealing his eyes, dark eyes with lake blue light.

"Pero!" Su Zi once looked at the snow on his shoulder, and he stood outside like this, "How did you come here?"

"Come here by train," Perot said casually, defeating Su Zizeng.Why didn't she think that besides taking the plane, the train could also go back.It’s just that the train system more than ten years ago was similar to Guixing. From Mocheng to Bianjing, it might take a day and a night. My nose felt a little sore, maybe it was blown by the cold wind.

On a certain open space in Bianjing, Shang Yin cursed: "Perot is a lunatic, in such a heavy snow day, he insisted on rushing to Bianjing to reincarnate."

In the middle of the clearing is a private Black Hawk helicopter.Shang Yin was asking people to clear the snow off the propellers, and after only half an hour of stopping, a thick layer had accumulated.

He kept cursing: "If I knew I wasn't interested in fun back then, I got a helicopter pilot's license, and this time I was manipulated like a mule."

According to Shang Yin's temperament, in such an extremely bad weather, he should be in a room with a hot fireplace, with a bright fire in his arms, drinking good wine with his arms around a beautiful woman.Anyway, it’s fine anyway, it’s not going to be like today driving a crumbling Black Hawk helicopter, fighting a blizzard to the death, and then stopping in a ghostly place where there is no alcohol or women.

The worst thing was that during the flight of the helicopter, while Shang Yin was shaking the joystick desperately, almost pissing and peeing out of fear, Perot leaned back on the seat leisurely, crossed his legs, and slept very happily.

After several hours of turbulence, when Perot got off the plane, he was full of energy, but his face was blue with fright.

"I owe him what I owed him in my previous life," Shang Yin looked at the helicopter whose propellers were roaring again, thinking that he would have to be a seagull fighting against bad weather again, his legs trembled violently, he took a sip, or Climbing up, he slammed the door shut, shaking off the newly accumulated snow on the top of the plane.

"Why are you here?" Su Zizeng, who was on the top floor of the hotel at this time, looked at Pero strangely.

"I heard that the fireworks in Bianjing are beautiful, so I came here," Pero smelled the aroma of coffee and looked at Su Zizeng.That's all he could say, he couldn't say it, he refused the New Year's Eve dinner invited by Wen Maixue, watching the snowstorm report in the news, his heart's longing for Su Zizeng fermented for no reason.

When did it start, maybe that day when he ate the vegetarian sandwich that smelled of Su Zizeng, since that day, he felt that there was a gap in his heart, and the image of Su Zizeng kept going in. Sai, when it was New Year's Eve, when he was drinking with Shang Yin, the gap was finally filled, and he took advantage of it to propose the idea of ​​going to the border capital.

Of course Shang Yin would not agree, so the two started drinking together.Shang Yin just couldn't stand people's provocation, and every time he drank, he insisted on pretending that his mind was still working.People who can still use their brains after drinking will not go out in a helicopter while drinking.People with real brains can sit opposite Su Zizeng and admire her surprised and annoyed look.Shang Yin had no choice but to rush to his gentle hometown in Mocheng in the snowstorm.

"I'm used to celebrating the Gregorian New Year, and this kind of old year doesn't make much sense. Generally speaking, during this period of your Lunar New Year, I spend it on travel," Perot continued to explain, " I have been in country Z for several years, but I have never been to the city of Bianjing."

Well, this reason is reasonable, Su Zi Zeng reluctantly believed it, "You didn't go back to China to see it," Su Zi Zeng rarely heard Perot mention his family, he was always alone.

"My father also passed away in the sixth year after Ye Tina's death," Su Zizeng scalded her tongue and breathed out after hearing this sentence. She seemed to have done something stupid again.

According to Su Zizeng's existing information, the outside world only said that Musen had never appeared in the eyes of the world since Ye Tina's mysterious disappearance, and that cold and arrogant Frenchman had actually died.The red love in his hand was still shining with a transparent jewel luster, and Su Zizeng seemed to have heard the weeping sound of red love.

There was no ups and downs in Perot's tone of voice, and his black and blue eyes were shining with a different kind of emotion under the soft light.

It turned out that Pero was an orphan, "No wonder you travel around during the New Year," Su Zi was careful with her words, she blamed herself a bit, if she were Wen Maixue who knew the general idea, she would never be so rude.

"My uncle is still in France," explained Perrault, who was not completely orphaned. "They also have an only son, my cousin. My uncle inherited his father's title."

Su Zi didn't know much about the hereditary title system in Europe, but according to the hereditary rules of the eldest son, shouldn't Perot inherit the title of Musen?I don't know if these questions can be asked out.Su Zi once thought about it, he was uncertain about the cup in his hand.

"But my uncle and cousin always thought that I was dead." Perot's tone seemed to be telling a distant story, which had nothing to do with himself but belonged to others.

The snow outside is surging one after another. Such similar snow will bring Pero and Su Zizeng back to more than ten years ago.

After Ye Tina left, Musen was no longer interested in running the family business, including African mines and the rising jewelry industry. He handed over all of them to his younger brother Olsen.

Every day, Musen would get very drunk with pyrimidine, and the only time he was sober, he would sit in Perot's room, watching his beloved son, who scattered toys all over the floor.As Pero grew up, his smile and hair color began to look more and more like Ye Tina, reminding him all the time of the beautiful figure that had disappeared forever.

"My father, I would rather that Ye Tina left with someone than that she passed away." At this point, Perot combed his hair with his fingers.His hair was a little brown at the base, and his brow was furrowed, looking a bit dejected.

Su Zi once approached him unconsciously, searched his face, and looked carefully, only to find that Pero and Ye Tina were very similar, especially the corner of his mouth, which would rise even without smiling.

"My father, I killed myself," said Perot as he straightened his back as much as possible.

Su Zi was stunned. She stared at the man in front of her. The deep lines between his brows were getting deeper and deeper. It was the pain that had been buried for many years and had been hidden all the time.She pressed her hand unconsciously, trying to smooth out those lines.

"Alcohol eroded my father's brain like a piece of dry cheese, with holes everywhere. Without drugs, he would drink non-stop and then moan all day long." Pain and wailing day and night, can be It wears out the thickest nerves of human beings.

"While he was still sober, he asked to see a doctor in the Netherlands, which is the only country in the world where euthanasia is legalized. I think it was a reminder, a reminder to me, and a reminder to him. His sober time is getting less and less. , In the end, he fell asleep completely, his consciousness was swallowed by alcohol, his body organs failed, and he never woke up again. After waiting for three years, I tore off his oxygen tube." Perot will always remember that day, tearing off After the oxygen tube, Mumson breathed heavily, and there was a grunt in his throat like a gas valve being cut off.

"I heard the sound of oxygen getting thinner and thinner in his throat. The lack of oxygen made his hands purple and swollen on the white sheet, but he didn't struggle. When he stopped breathing, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, like Yes. He saw Yetina." Perrault had just turned 12 that year.Su Zizeng could no longer see Perot's eyes, he closed them, pursed his lips, and tightened his shoulders.

It turned out that he was also drunk today and was no longer sober. That's why he talked about the past in front of Su Zizeng, an outsider who had never mentioned it in front of others.

She can't remember what Su Zi was doing when she was 12 years old, maybe she was wearing a princess dress, followed Hang Yishao, or wrestled with Chang Chi.No matter which one it is, it will not be like Perot's.

Perot, who had just experienced the pain of losing his father, could only be locked up in a large house on the outskirts of Paris.In the beginning, there were people who would come to comfort him, but slowly, those people disappeared.

Empty house, filled with the smell of death, Perot cried out countless times, woke up screaming from his sleep, his toys were scattered in the room, the man who walked unsteadily but insisted on picking up his toys , never appear again.

Pero, who was sitting in front of Su Zizeng, stretched out his right hand, and the veins on his fingers burst out. It was these hands that cut off Musen's vitality.

A pair of delicate hands came up and grabbed Pero's hand tightly. Su Zizeng's hand might not be strong enough, but it was warm enough.

(End of this chapter)