"Is it so heartless?"

"There is no love at all, where does the ruthlessness come from. ”

"What a heartless person. Guan Ke sighed.

He listened to the soft music in the café for a while, and at seven or eight o'clock he walked out with the digested Hei.

Shi Mei was still staring out the window, looking at the hurried figures on the street. It wasn't until the figure of Guan Ke was about to disappear in the door that she hurriedly glanced back. The man's figure seemed to tremble, but he walked through the door anyway. She wanted to check again, but found that she couldn't see it anymore. Since growing up, she has never said so many words to a person, and those words all come from the deepest part of her heart, and they have been accumulated for a long, long time, and once they erupt, they are sudden and violent.

She had spat out most of the gloom in her heart, and her mood had become much more relaxed.

On this day, she has been hesitating.

She had seen that he was leaving, and that he would probably never see him again. This kind of parting has happened countless times in her life, but there is no one like this, some warm, some sad.

Maybe if he asks for anything, she'll say yes.

Although Shi Mei kept looking out the window, he kept waiting for his request.

In the end, he made his request, but she refused anyway.

Maybe after all, it's just maybe, it's impossible to count.

Or maybe what she wanted to hear wasn't what he said.

As soon as he left the café, the hands of the customs customers began to tremble uncontrollably. Ten fingers seem to be playing a fast-paced piano music, constantly shaking and twitching. His upper body was heavy, as heavy as if it were filled with iron juice. His legs seemed unable to support his weight, and he staggered as if they were about to collapse.

Seeing that his condition was so serious, Ah Hei was about to run back and tell Shi Mei.

Guan Ke stopped him and said, "She's already miserable enough, so why bother her any more?"

I think she's healthy. Hei spoke with bright eyes.

The Guan Ke limped forward against the wall and said, "My physical pain is far less than the pain of the soul, because it is more tormenting. ”

Ah Hei thought, it's all like this, why do you still want to pretend to be a philosopher?

A taxi drove by, and Hei immediately ran to the side of the road and barked at the car.

The customs officer stretched out his thin hand and waved to the taxi.

The taxi driver managed to get his attention and noticed the patient. With the support of the middle-aged driver, Guan Ke finally got into the back seat of the car with difficulty.

The onset was so sudden that it caught people off guard. In recent days, the tumor in his brain has quietly seemed to be non-existent, and he even forgot for a moment the fact that he was sick. Just this afternoon, it's back and it's impressive.

In the café, he kept his trembling hands on his lap so as not to be seen by Shi Mei. There was a burst of darkness in his mind, and there seemed to be ten thousand needles piercing in the deepest part, shallow or deep. The pinprick felt for a long time, but the kink didn't blink or frown.

He was familiar with the sensation of this headache. Since I've endured the previous few times, what's the big deal if I endure it one more time. Besides, the beauty is in front, how can she be embarrassed to let her see her ugliness?

The soft music in the café eased his pain, and Shi Mei's serene side face was also reassuring. He sat for an entire afternoon under the double blow of pain and tenderness.

Although he didn't see it, he still knew that Shi Mei would occasionally glance at him inadvertently. This feeling of knowing the other person's thoughts is not wonderful to him, but somewhat taken for granted. He didn't think much about why, because his head was already so full of things that he had no time to think about anything else.

He had already felt the affection at that glance, faint, but soft, like a clear stream. He knew she had been waiting for him to speak, and he knew she didn't want to hear what he had to say.

But he couldn't say what she wanted to hear.

The pain became more and more intense, and thousands of needles coalesced together and turned into hammers. This reminded him of the weapon that Li Yu, the big man next to Li Hong, was holding. He thought his head was being struck with a hammer like that.

Guan Ke's forehead was covered with sweat, but he still smiled and said something to ask her to pay back. As he expected, she refused.

In the quiet time before, Guan Ke had been thinking that if he said what she wanted to hear, the last person's arrears would be recovered logically, and he would be able to write a perfect answer sheet and hand in an answer sheet that satisfied Honggang. Everyone was happy.

But he wouldn't. He did not want to deceive such a sad person.

Imperfect answers can still be handed in, and the scars in the hearts of those who have been deceived are permanent.

He had worked so hard for so long, and he had healed that scarred heart a lot, so why should he vaguely draw another deep scar when he was leaving?

In order not to let his efforts go to waste, he chose to leave without lying.

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In the silence of the room, darkness enveloped everything. Since there were no other residents in the 44 buildings, Wang Laohu could not hear human voices at all. There is a dead silence, there is no breath of life, and being in such an environment inevitably makes people feel depressed and dull. He had been in such a quiet environment for days, and before the prey arrived, he was on the verge of suffocation. He had swept away the food in the refrigerator, and there was only an empty bucket on the water dispenser next to the kitchen.

He didn't go mad by imagining the temptation of his prey, but if he had to spend two or three days in such an empty room, he might really go mad.

Everything around is silent, wordless, cold, and the temperature is not felt. Maybe only he, a living person, has the temperature. And his temperature was slowly dissipating in this room.

He sat on the couch in the hall, thinking wildly, his head dozing off one after another. The only way to get through a long boring day is to sleep soundly. If the person has not yet come, he decides to leave tomorrow.

There was a faint sound of thumping footsteps on the stairs outside the door.

No matter how cautious a lion is, after being tormented by a boring environment for a long time, he will let his guard down, let alone a napping lion. Wang Laohu was moving from shallow sleep to deeper hypersleep, and he only vaguely felt that there were sounds coming from somewhere far away, but he didn't realize what these sounds meant.

His prey has arrived, and he is in a daze.

Dizzy, the gateway fumbled through the dusty staircase, climbing up step by step. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and in the blink of an eye, darkness and reality kept switching. The pain was so excessive that he didn't feel the pain, but felt a constant tingling and tinglingness.

He was so weak that he couldn't get enough strength on his feet, so he had to catch every step he climbed. There are two sides to everything, and this violent symptom attack saved the passer's life. His limbs were sore and his muscles were weak, so he made a quiet sound as he slowly walked up the steps. Of course, if he accidentally misses the escalator and rolls down the steps, even the sleeping tiger will be woken up. Thankfully, all the way to the fourth floor, he still held on to the escalator.

In the past, I thought that climbing the stairs was just a trivial matter, but now looking at the stairs with three floors, I can't help but complain about why the stairs are so high and why there are so many steps on each staircase. He moved step by step, and each move took a long time. He regretted that he didn't ask the driver to help him, and when he saw the hurried look on the driver's face, he didn't ask to help him upstairs.

Hei walked beside him, looking at him with concern. He had always believed that his perceived master would not die easily, and that, like himself, he could always find a flat piece of land to stand on in a thorny environment. He believes that illness is just a threshold in Boss Guan's life, and that the past is a smooth road.

It took nearly an hour for the guest to crawl to the door of his house, where there was no house number. He gasped pale and weak, and it took a long time for him to calm down. He was about to take out the key to open the door when he suddenly felt a bite on his calf.

Looking down, Hei was tugging at his trouser leg. Seeing the customs guest looking at him, Ah Hei's bright eyes glanced back, and then looked at the wooden door with vigilance.

As Hei walked up the stairs, he felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. Because he was too concerned about Boss Guan's physical condition, he didn't think about it carefully. As we got closer and closer to the door, a heavy smell of sweat wafted in. His sensitive nose moved, and he finally understood what was wrong.

The smell was wrong throughout the staircase. There were no residents in this building at all, how could there be such a strong smell of sweat? It was possible that a new resident had arrived, but Hei immediately rejected the idea, because he had discovered the source of the smell, and it was at home.

The gateway was able to read Hei's mind, just as Hei understood what humans were saying. Ah Hei clearly conveyed to him the meaning of vigilance, telling him not to move, so Guan Ke stood motionless at the door of his house, leaning against the wall, gritting his teeth, and enduring pain.

Hei walked up a few flights of stairs, very carefully, very cautiously, trying to make his footsteps sound faint. It was a habit he had cultivated in the dark days of the past, and when danger came, it manifested itself in him.

The further you go, the lighter the smell becomes.

Hei cautiously walked back to room 404, which did not have a house number, sniffed carefully, and finally confirmed that the strong smell of sweat came from the door.

Ah Hei turned his ear to the door and listened to the movement inside. He listened to it for a long time, and it seemed like a century long in the feeling of the passer.

Then Hei looked back at him. Quietly open the door.