"Don't mess around," Lei Feng looked at me with a solemn face, "The perpetrator is going to be sent to prison today, and you want to attack the police and kill people?"

I shook my head and stubbornly said, "I just want to know a name." ”

"Who killed my sister, I have to have a number in my heart, right?"

Seeing that Lei Feng was hesitant, I directly said that even if he didn't say it, I could find a way to know that this matter would definitely not be hidden.

Lei Feng also sighed: "His name is Liu Shenghao." ”

I silently chewed on the name and carved it in my heart.

Three years. If Duan Feihu and the others make some moves, this time can be shortened, and I can afford to wait.

When he is released from prison, he thinks that the day when he will return to freedom will be the time when I will send him back to the West with a knife!

Of course, Duan Feihu, as the mastermind, is my primary target for revenge.

I left the hospital and took a taxi back to school, and on the way I took out my phone to read the message.

Both Huanhuan and Liu Yang messaged me and asked me how I was doing.

I was silent for a long time before replying to them with three simple words: "She's gone." ”

Liu Yang asked me to mourn and change, and I only replied with a "um".

Huanhuan called to comfort me, but I could only barely squeeze out a smile, saying that I was okay and thanking her for her concern.

She made an appointment with me to wait for me on the school lawn.

When I went to the lawn, I saw Huanhuan wearing a school uniform, curled up, and his chin resting on his knees in a daze.

I sat down next to her, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"What the hell is going on? Did those people in society do it?" Huanhuan tilted his head to look at me, and his voice was very gentle.

I said "um" in a nasal voice, and my heart was numb, "I hurt her." ”

"If it weren't for Meng Xue driving to save me last time, I wouldn't have been hated by Duan Feihu. ”

It's good not to mention this matter in my heart, but when I think about it, I feel that kind of self-blame and guilt can make me die on the spot and directly break my spirit.

The feeling of being alive and dying in front of me, and always thinking about letting me live a good life, is too overwhelming.

The heart is full of holes for Lao Tzu.

Huanhuan looked at me with a complicated expression, and sighed: "I said it a long time ago, let you not be dark, you don't believe it." ”

I wiped my face with both hands, let out a long breath of turbidity, and said in a hoarse voice: "You can scold if you want." ”

It's all my fault, I'm a heinous sinner.

However, to my surprise, Huanhuan shook his head slightly.

Facing my somewhat surprised gaze, she whispered, "What you need most now is to confide and comfort, don't you?"

I jerked my head away, feeling my nose a little sour, and I didn't let her see that my eyes were red in anger.

Damn, it feels good to have someone care when you're sad.

When I thought of Meng Xue's death, I felt panicked, and subconsciously wanted to get a cigarette. But suddenly I thought of something, and asked Huanhuan a little cautiously, "Can I smoke?"

Huan Huan was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

I gulped down my cigarette and exhaled a few puffs of smoke, as if the spicy stuff in my lungs would make me feel better.

Seeing that Huanhuan was choking on me and coughing, I walked to the side and sat down, but she followed.

I glanced at her and simply snuffed out my cigarette.

"Sad, aren't you?" asked Huanhuan.

"It's fine. "I was vague.

"Liar," Huanhuan straightened her slender legs, "Huh." ”

"What?" I didn't react.

Huan Huan sighed, gently rubbed my hair, and said gently, "Lend your thighs to lie down for a while." ”

I couldn't speak, but Huanhuan blushed slightly, and almost pressed me to lie on her two laps: "Such a big boy, still shy?"

I don't think my brain can react for a while, this is the legend... Knee pillow?

You can still smell the faint fragrance of gardenia on Huanhuan's body between your nose, and you can see the graceful slope of Huanhuan's mountain peak in front of you, and there is a comfortable sense of feedback from the back of your head.

Huanhuan put his hand on my head and said softly: "I can't accept it when I see you, why are you reckless at this time?"

"I knew it might be useless to comfort me, but that's all I could do. ”

Her palms ran down my hair, making my heart tremble.

Those who tried their best to disguise their strength collapsed in an instant, and tears welled up in a flash.

Huan Huan leaned over, put it to my ear, and whispered softly: "I'm still a student, but I'm tired of having to bear so much, right?"

I wept silently, soaking her pants.

Huanhuan comforted me softly, telling me to talk to her if I wanted to.

But I held on to my words, not wanting to pass on my grief to her.

Huanhuan didn't force it, just wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes with his fingers: "If you're tired, take a good rest, I'm here with you." ”

I raised my eyes to look at Huanhuan, and finally couldn't help asking, "Are you an angel?"

She was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and let her long black silky hair fall down my cheeks: "I'm not an angel, I'm Huanhuan." ”

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I somehow relaxed and chatted with Huanhuan for a while under the grass under the starry sky.

Maybe Huanhuan is right, I'm really tired.

Tiredness hit me so deep that I fell asleep on her lap.

This sleep was extraordinarily peaceful, and I felt curled up in a hazy way.

By the time I woke up, it was eleven o'clock, and the dormitory was about to close.

I immediately felt embarrassed, but Huanhuan said that it was okay, but my legs were a little numb.

I quickly got up and sat her for about ten minutes before sending her back downstairs to the dormitory.

But this time, looking at the back of Huanhuan leaving, I was surprised to have mixed feelings.

I like her very much, but I don't expect to be Huanhuan's boyfriend anymore.

Meng Xue's experience told me what kind of danger it meant to get too close to me.

I have read a sentence that says that liking is presumptuous, and love is restraint.

I didn't understand it before, but now I probably understand it.

When I got back to my dorm, I had zero communication with my three roommates, washed up and went to sleep.

I had a dream in which I stabbed Liu Shenghao and Duan Feihu. On a rainy night, I carried their heads and knelt in front of Meng Xue's grave. Then there was a whizzing police car, and I ran as fast as I could, but I was shot and fell.

I lay on the muddy road, covering my wounds with one hand, blood spilling from between my fingers.

I gasped violently and looked back at the man who had fired the shot.

But I saw that it was a thunderstorm with a cold face, and there was still a little green smoke from the muzzle of the gun.

"It's me, Captain Ray!" I shouted at the top of my voice.

Lei Feng didn't hesitate at all, and pulled the trigger again.

There was a crisp "bang", and tongues of fire erupted from the muzzle.

This dream directly scared Lao Tzu awake.

The feeling of being shot was so real that I couldn't help but touch my chest and find that my whole back was covered in cold sweat.