Chapter 88

Noah took a deep breath. After the accident,Tristan had always been paranoid. He really thought he was a poet. In order not to embarrass Tristan, Noah withdrew his hand from the scarf and put it on his own neck. "Look at this big city. It's full of sadness and joy every day. I used to think that I was superior. It was not until this thing happened that I realized that I was just a natural person like thousands of ordinary people." "It seems that you have thought too much since you have comprehended something." At first, Noah wanted to make fun of Tristan, but his face was stiff because of the wind and he couldn't laugh, so what he said sounded very serious. Tristan smiled, "Thank you, Noah." Hearing this, Noah was stunned. He and Tristan had never expressed their thanks to each other, but he was still happy to hear that. The two had standing on the bridge for a long time. They were looking at a residential area. The lights of the thousand families were all waiting for their family members to go back. If the world was dark, no one knew what a horrible scene it was. The dark night always reminded people of many things that they didn't dare to imagine. Sometimes people were more frightening than evil spirits. The most poisonous thing in the world was not the arsenic, but the human heart. Some people could be unscrupulous for money, some could do whatever they wanted, and some could crush others under their feet for their own lives. Someone... It was an eternal truth that truth, goodness and beauty were always opposite to falsehood, wickedness and ugliness. All of a sudden,Tristan wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and lit it up in the wind. However, as soon as the lighter was lit, it was extinguished by the wind. After so many times,he ruthlessly threw the cigarette on the ground. "Let's go." After saying that, Tristan continued to limp towards the car. Standing on the bridge, Noah stared blankly at Tristan’s back, thinking that this was the back of Tristan when he got old. Time flies, and it always comes quietly when we were not aware of it. Most of the time, things had already shown up, and it was often the latest time. Although Tristan limped, he walked very smoothly. Soon he found the car and got on it. He raised his eyes and watched Noah slowly walking towards the car. Noah sent Tristan to the villa. Winnie was still awake, waiting for him come back. The villa was brightly lit, looking like a European classic castle at its peak. But now, except for Winnie, he was the only one left. Tristan felt depressed again. It was true that emotions could infect people. Because he was going to attend the funeral the second day, it was inconvenient for Tristan to get on the car, so Noah stayed at Tristan’s house. There was a good guest room in the house. Although no one lived there, Winnie would clean it often. For Winnie this was not only her working place, but also her home. Tristan seemed to be very tired. He went back to his room when he got back. Noah went to the guest room to wash himself and then went to bed. Tristan lay on the bed. It was only a few days, and he felt as if he had traveled around the world. His home that made him feel at ease and familiar. Thinking of this,Tristan looked around the big room. As time went by, the traces left by Cora became shallow. He believed that one day they would disappear. Love was rational, but it was perceptual. He didn't know why he gave up Phoebe, nor why did he fall in love with Cora. Perhaps there was something that had no answer. Love was love. There was no right or wrong, but only cherish or not. Back then, Phoebe didn't cherish him, in exchange for the outcome now. He didn't cherish Cora at that time, in exchange his pain today. Everything had its cause and effect. The fate had been decided. Perhaps it was because he was too tired, or perhaps it was because he had stayed in the hospital for too long that he hadn't had a good rest, Tristan fell asleep soon on the bed. He had a restless night and only vaguely remembered Cora’s name was hovering in his mind. Love was like wine. The longer, the clearer. As the saying goes, love will be worn out after a long time. That was impossible. When Tristan got up, he saw that Noah was sitting downstairs and drinking breakfast milk neatly dressed. Noah was wearing a black suit, and Tristan had to wear the same today. "Tristan. Are you feeling better now?" Noah was as energetic as ever, giving people a feeling of youth. "Not bad. I feel much better than yesterday." Although he was still limping,Tristan could go downstairs by himself. He walked obviously much faster. Tristan was also wearing a black suit. He seldom wore a suit of this color. It was pure black and he almost didn't wear it. But today, this special day would be remembered by him until he got old. His leather shoes were shiny. Tristan imagined the scene that he would attend the funeral in a wheelchair. He couldn't help but sigh. He didn't expect that he would have such a day! At this moment, neither Tristan nor Noah spoke, as if they had already sensed the seriousness of the funeral in advance in the car. Perhaps it was because of this moment that their words would become noisy and unnecessary. No matter what happened today, Tristan had been mentally prepared. He could have escaped, but once he did, he would live in regret forever. Even if he had never seen Andy in his dream, the obstacle in his heart was like a thorn. Today, he was going to pull out the thorn. No matter what, he had to pull it out. When they arrived at the funeral place, Evan parked his car at the door. There was already a long line of cars. Wherever he looked, people were all dressed in black.