The usually quiet courtroom is bustling with people today, and there are a large number of reporters in the corridors and aisles, who are talking to the camera. Most of the photographers focused their lenses on the people in prison uniforms on the courtroom seats.

There was a commotion everywhere, and it was clear from the words of these voices that it was all condemnation of the man in the courtroom, and some of the people who came to the trial all looked at the man in prison uniform with disgusted eyes.

was watched by so many people, of course, Liu Shaoran, who was caught by the passer. The chic of the past is long gone, the corners of his mouth are covered with black stubble, his hair is messy, and there is a foul smell on his body, which makes everyone nearby cover their noses. He lowered his head, his eyes no longer had the former look, and his face was scorched, like an old man who was about to die.

As he walked into the courtroom, he glanced hurriedly at his seat and saw that none of his former lovers were present. In the past, no matter where he was, there would be countless daughters and celebrities around him, and he was spurned by so many people like now. The tree has fallen and scattered, and he has fallen, so there is no need for those so-called celebrities and aristocrats to pretend to be sought after.

It's just a pity that I didn't see my sister. He still recalls his sister's appearance in a short skirt in the summer: her slender white calves are exposed, which can easily arouse the desire to sin. There was always a fragrance on her body, not the smell of perfume. He remembers one summer, he inadvertently noticed that his sister's collar was missing a button, revealing a white, delicate and beautiful collarbone. He smelled her fragrance and looked at the seductive white under his collarbone, and he couldn't help but feel an urge.

Liu Shaoran regretted that if he hadn't restrained himself at the beginning, but had taken direct action, he would not have regrets now.

Within a few minutes, the three justices walked in, and after striking a small hammer, the people fell silent. Liu Shaoran didn't hear what the judge was talking about, he only knew that sitting in the judge's seat, the mouth of the person in the middle kept moving, occasionally raising his head from the document in his hand, glancing at himself, and then continuing to mutter. Once or twice, the judge in the middle stared at him for a long time, as if waiting for his reply, but Liu Shaoran was too tired, he didn't want to do anything, he didn't even bother to move, he just wanted to immerse himself in the memories of the past, and in the past memory fragments, he felt the beauty of all kinds of girlfriends. Although he deliberately thinks about a certain fair-skinned female star, the image of his sister will still be interspersed from time to time, interrupting his deliberate fantasies. So Liu Shaoran didn't deliberately recall, he let the fragments of his sister pour into his mind endlessly.

When I was young, I didn't think she was beautiful, but I just thought she was a slightly smart stinky girl, and when she grew up, she inadvertently looked back and found that her sister was much more beautiful than any girlfriend he had ever dated. Maybe it's just an illusion. Maybe it's just your own thoughts.

The trial ended quickly, and Liu Shaoran was taken down by two soldiers. In the process, the crowd was noisy and noisy, and if there was an egg in each person's hand, Liu Shaoran's body would already be covered with egg yolk protein. Even though the voices of the people scolding him were very, very loud, he couldn't hear anything, just silently followed the soldiers, and his mind still echoed the memories of his childhood when he was with his sister.

In the middle of a closed house, there is a chair with a power supply and a green light. Liu Shaoran was brought in, and two soldiers pressed him by the shoulders, pushed him against the chair, and fixed him firmly to the chair. He hung his head, didn't struggle, didn't resist, didn't even make a sound of pain. In front of him was a huge glass wall, and although he couldn't see the scene behind him, he knew that there were many people standing behind the glass wall, watching the execution of himself.

When the two soldiers exited this closed room, the armrests on both sides of the chair also lit up with green lights, and a powerful electric current instantly spread through Liu Shaoran's whole body, he trembled violently, if there was nothing tied to him, he was afraid that he would fall to the ground all of a sudden.

He twitched for four or five minutes before the green light on the armrest of his chair slowly dimmed. The closed door opened again, and the two soldiers came in again, probed Liu Shaoran's snort, listened to his chest, and then gestured OK towards the glass wall.

……

It's already autumn, and there's a chill in the air. Liu Zijun was wearing a black dress, standing in the autumn wind and letting the cold wind blow. Beneath the bulge in front of him was his brother, who was the only one she had, and was saddened by his departure, even though she didn't like her very much.

She put a bouquet of white flowers on his grave and murmured, "Brother, I hope that in your next life, you will not be blinded by desire. ”

She had just come out of the pain of losing her lover, and just as she was about to recover, her brother died, and she had to put on the black dress again. Despite the bleak autumn breeze and the coldness, this suit is so thin that people feel cold just looking at it, but she still wears it on her body.

There was footsteps behind her, and she didn't have to look back to know who it was.

"I'm sorry. The first thing Guan Ke said when he came here was a sincere apology, and he hoped that she would accept his apology.

"It's already happened, what's the use of apologizing?"

Guan Ke knew that her brother's death reminded her of the loss of her lover. No amount of justification is not only pale and weak, but it is more likely to arouse her disgust. He just needs to be with her quietly, and if someone shares her grief, then the power of grief will be weakened a lot.

The two of them stood in front of the tombstone without speaking, and Liu Zijun often hung his head and muttered something to the tombstone. Guan Ke didn't listen, he looked at the setting sun in the distance, quietly in a daze.

What was Guan Ke thinking? He was thinking about how to get Zijun to come back willingly and continue to manage the company's affairs. Her talent can't be buried, otherwise, Guan Ke will personally go up to manage it, wouldn't she be tired and half dead?

After the night was completely dark, Liu Zijun was ready to leave. Her face was haggard, and a few strands of hair hung down in front of her, making her look much weaker. In Guan Ke's eyes, Zijun has always been a very independent and strong person, and it was the first time he had seen her so weak. As soon as his heart softened, he reached out and brushed the few strands of messy hair in front of her back of her head.

She didn't pay much attention to his affectionate behavior, and was still grieving for her brother.

"I'll send you back. Guan Ke suggested. He thought that his tone was the same as usual, but to Liu Zijun's ears, it was obviously much softer than usual.

Liu Zijun's hostility towards him was a little less, but he still didn't want to let the customs guest send her home, so he said flatly: "No need, I'll drive back by myself." ”

Because Guan Ke has not yet learned to drive, so he thought that others were like him, and they couldn't drive, after Liu Zijun said this, he realized that it was reversed, there are many people who can drive, and there are almost no more people who can't drive.

"Okay. Be careful on the road. Guan Ke had no choice but to say helplessly.

Liu Zijun was about to leave in silence, but Guan Ke immediately said: "Zijun, don't rest for too long, the company still needs you!"

Liu Zijun said angrily: "Isn't it okay for you to find just someone? With your identity, isn't it very simple to recruit what kind of person you want to recruit?"

"No, so many companies are already familiar with your existence, if you choose another person, then you have to be familiar with another stranger, how troublesome!" In fact, Guan Ke is already familiar with Liu Zijun's existence, and he doesn't want to be familiar with another person.

"I'm not going. After Liu Zijun finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Guan Ke rolled his hands into a trumpet shape and shouted at Liu Zijun: "I won't read your resignation letter." ”

Liu Zijun waved his hand to the back and said, "Whatever you want." ”

Guan Ke looked in her direction, stunned.

Xiao Meng walked out of the shadows, stood side by side with him, also looked in the direction of Liu Zijun, and said, "You like her?"

"Robots gossip too?" Guan Ke didn't answer, but frowned and asked angrily.

Xiao Meng shrugged her shoulders as she looked like a human, but she still looked a little stiff and unnatural. said: "If you like to talk about it, just say it, I'm not interested, at most I just tell Xue'er." ”

Guan Ke's brows furrowed a little deeper: "I remember that you and Xue'er have never met each other, why are you familiar?"

"The Internet is full of gossip about you and Cher, entertainment gossip, you can't even know it. Xiao Meng said seriously. But whatever she says is serious, and it's hard to see any real emotions.

Guan Ke learned from Liu Zijun's appearance, shook his hand and said: "Whatever you want, love to say it or not." ”