He is a diplomat. He likes gardening in his spare time, watering the flowers, removing the soil, watching the growth of plants, the rise of spring and the fall of winter, and following the laws of nature. Diplomacy has trained him to be unsmiling. Even when he learned of his wife's death, his friend said: When she died, there was a man by her side. They once stayed in a hotel and only opened a room. The camera held on his face for nearly a minute, his eyes flickered, but he finally said politely, "I'm sorry to bother you." When
he went to identify the body, the nephrite jade Wenxiang that he once held in his hand had turned into a horrible carrion. The friend who accompanied him couldn't help but vomit, but he, the person who should have needed comfort, stretched out his hand to support his friend.
When we lose a loved one, those loving memories are resurrected from the beginning.
The girl who was as beautiful as an angel, kind and enthusiastic, dedicated to helping refugees in Africa, was once incensed by his official diplomatic rhetoric, and they met and fell in love. She said he felt safe, he laughed at her as a revolutionary, and she said he was the one who helped the revolutionaries line up to buy bread. She is an accident in his life. Unlike those flowers and plants, which grow according to the established rules, she takes saving the common people as her own responsibility, and constantly devotes attention and passion to life.
There are clues, the unusual death of his wife makes his eyes divert, and the black-skinned life on the loess of Africa lives and dies like an ant. The pharmaceutical factory uses them as cheap raw materials for experimental drugs in the name of charity. Vulnerable. The one who interprets the law is the one who makes the law. The weak can only obey the mandate of heaven and live and die. Therefore, her wife's death is inevitable, and if he wants to find out the final result, he can only go to the same ending.
Save life, go home, you can have the original life, but for him, the lost love is home. Returning to the place where we fell in love, after her death, he really began to understand his wife, and through the glass door of the house, he dragged his memory and cried bitterly. Under the identity of a diplomat is the heart of an ordinary man, full of love and anger.
Tracking down the truth, entrusting others to send back the evidence, he let the helicopter land him where his wife was killed. Alone, waiting for those who want to silence him to reunite him with his wife. Sha Qi, the car passed, the man with the gun approached slowly, called his name, and he saw his wife's smiling face.
The bird startled, just as she had left. Maybe we can believe they are reunited in heaven, but in reality, will all the murderers get the punishment they deserve? Is every soul redeemed for his sins?
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