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Hong Yanwu was sitting on the calfskin sofa in the living room, and he had been stroking the head of a black panther statue next to him with his right hand.
He used to sit here like this. This wooden statue of a black panther came from Africa and was carefully carved according to true proportions. His forehead had already been smoothed by his touch.
Hong Yanwu’s luggage has been packed, and in addition to his treasures, there is also a kitchen knife stuffed into the bag at his feet.
He is leaving soon, and now he just wants to see this living room again and say his final farewell to his house.
After buying this house, Hong Yanwu specially invited an interior designer from Hong Kong who is well-known in the international design community to do the decoration design.
The designer has served the British royal family, and his clients are mostly celebrities and wealthy businessmen. After learning that he liked the aristocratic ornate style of the palace, the designer spent an eight-figure renovation fund to make the house evoke a splendor comparable to Buckingham Palace.
Hong Yanwu still remembers his surprise when he walked into this living room for the first time after the decoration was completed.
The crystal lamps, floor lamps, hardwood furniture, and sofas by the window in the living room are all worth tens of thousands of dollars. All decoration materials, furniture, accessories, and even flowers and plants are imported. Everything in the house made him feel the real meaning of the words “world of difference”.
As he held the white and gold handrails and slowly spiraled up the stairs, his heart was filled with excitement, and he suddenly felt like he could reach the sky in one step. Thinking back to the time when the small house he lived in at Furuli Guanyin Temple was not even half the size of the living room and bathroom, he never dreamed that he would have such a huge wealth. He loved this house so much.
But now, the former magnificence has been submerged in dust, and everything in the house only shows a terrifying indifference. There are no lights, no sounds, no flowers ready to bloom, no leisurely goldfish, and no trace of warmth. The big house once made him so excited, but now all that’s left is sadness.
This is a strange change.
Of course, it was like being robbed by the Eight-Nation Allied Forces when it was harmed by outsiders, but this was not the reason for him to feel depressed and depressed. The real reason is that this luxurious residence that makes people roll around, this “gorgeous castle” made of warm white and soft gold, has completely lost its vitality precisely because of the lack of family affection, love and family happiness. .
Hong Yanwu suddenly felt the looming laughter of his former children in the house.
Is it an hallucination? It had been a long time since the laughter of children had passed through the house.
Unconsciously, a warm smile appeared on his face.
He missed the girl he kicked out of the house a long time ago. He missed her naughty footprints on the Italian chaise longue, missed the living room always littered with her toys, missed her riding on his neck to pick cherries in the garden, missed her crawling into bed every night and He plays…
She is such a cute and loving little girl.
But she… is not his daughter, they have no blood relationship at all.
Thinking of this, his heart sank into the abyss.
Hong Yanwu stood up from his chair, picked up his bag and walked to the door. His hand touched the doorknob, but he stopped and turned around, facing the wide and empty staircase, and finally stared at this lifeless house.
He suddenly felt something: the rich have the sorrow of the rich, and the poor have the happiness of the poor.
A kind father and mother, respectful brothers and sisters, loving husband and wife, and children and grandchildren are the simplest pursuit of happiness for most Chinese people. Even though many people live in poverty, they still have the warmth of family members caring for each other. However, these ordinary happiness that ordinary people can have are forever lost to him. No matter how much money he paid, he could no longer get the happiness brought by family happiness.
Since he was alone in the house, most of the time after nightfall had become an unbearable burden for him.
In this mansion worth tens of millions of dollars, there are study rooms, gyms, billiards rooms, swimming pools, and even a small cinema. But every time he used these to kill time, he always lost interest in a short period of time. Moreover, the loneliness brought about by the silence at home frightens him. He must be in a noisy and lively environment with others to accompany him before he can sleep at ease. This change in his mood can be felt by any staff member working in this house, nanny, chef, driver, almost everyone.
In order to avoid loneliness, he went to various clubs, clubs or casinos every day to enjoy himself.
I don’t know where I am when I wake up tonight. He will always hold a glass of wine and get drunk on the gambling table, on the dance floor, and in the music.
He began to change with different women, hoping that a variety of female companions could drive away his depression. In bed, he enjoyed the caress of various women and tried various stimulating methods. But after trying all the new and exciting tricks, the loneliness in my heart will still launch a sudden attack.
He only felt endless boredom and fatigue, and the charm of money seemed to dim.
Working hard to make money, just for this?
He has been to places with high consumption and enjoyment around the world, but what exactly did he enjoy? Are we just consuming and producing garbage like this?
When people reach middle age, they seem to suddenly realize that they have missed the mark. Why do everything they pursue and possess seem to be so irresistible to scrutiny. Is more money really a good thing?
He only figured this out clearly during the years he was imprisoned by Gao Ming.
Hong Yanwu finally realized his pity. In the final analysis, he was just a money-hating bug.
Everything has a price. He did everything for money and all his family affection. Originally he didn’t care, but now he knows that he was wrong, and he is actually the real poor person. If someone offered him a chance to live again, he would be willing to pay everything.
But where can he buy it?
When Hong Yanwu had to face the night alone, the house seemed to have aged, and the furniture in the living room was dim and seemed to be slowly decaying. There is only a lonely and small shadow on the smooth imported wooden floor.
He sighed deeply, lowered his head, turned around, opened the door, and walked out in the wind and snow.
In the garden, the wind and snow are getting worse.
Hong Yanwu struggled to push open the iron gate of the garden. Then in the garage, he found the “Silver Run”. To his surprise, not only was the window glass obviously damaged, but one of the wipers was broken. This is extremely unlucky for escaping in the snow.
But he knows better that it will only be safe until the three people in the restaurant wake up, and he must make full use of every precious minute to get away from here as soon as possible. There is no choice.
The electric door of the garage slowly rose, and the wind whipped the snow and immediately poured it into the garage. Where the car lights shined, we could clearly see snow flakes flying in the air like torn cotton wool.
Hong Yanwu drove the car slowly out of the garage. When he finally passed the garden gate, he couldn’t help lowering the window and sticking his head out. He turned around and squinted his neck and shouted to the home where he had lived for more than 20 years.
“I will never come back!”
At this moment, it seems a bit familiar. Hong Yanwu suddenly remembered that when he walked out of the prison gate for the first time thirty years ago, he seemed to have shouted like this with all his strength. But the difference this time is that he is saying his final farewell to everything he once owned.
The moment he drove the car out of the garden gate, for some reason, the secretion of his tear glands was no longer under his control.
Hell, he actually cried!