I don't know why, the strength in Wang Jing's palm was so dissipated, he put his hand behind his back to block it, stood aside, and watched Su Tong bend over in the mud, "You knew I would come to you?"

"Isn't this something you're going to do?" Su Tong asked slowly, knowing that he would come without thinking about it at all.

If it weren't for Li Jin and them, how could they so easily get rid of him who was still in his ghost? How could he not take to heart the things that hurt his dignity and face in the restaurant because he was ruthless and flattered all day long, and did not immediately seek revenge and revenge?

Will it definitely be done?

Wang Jingdu didn't know what he had to do, killing him was just a small guarantee for racing against time and striving for victory, but there were endless troubles in the future.

If he kept silent about what he knew, he would be glad not to kill him.

But only the dead could not speak.

"If you say nothing about what you see and know, I will not kill you. Wang Jing stood in place, Su Tong was hunched up, shrouded in the dim light from a lantern hanging on a tree, plowing the fields and living away from right and wrong, calm and calm.

Su Tong's hand paused, "You want me to be dumb?"

Mute?

These words, to Wang Jing's surprise, slightly widened his eyes and stared at the face buried under him, he couldn't see those eyes, and his heart was inexplicably depressed, and he was arrogant, if he couldn't speak anymore, how could he not be sorry?

"For a month, as long as you don't mention anything about me, I won't kill you, and I won't touch the people you care about. ”

Wang Jing gave in, this was sparing Sutong's life, and his calm tone was not as angry as threatening his life.

Su Tong was surprisingly quiet, dug out a jar of wine from the soil, and when he hugged his chest and straightened up, Wang Jing saw his upper body shake, and Su Tong didn't move.

Wang Jing frowned, "Or are you making room for your own tomb and letting this wine accompany you to bury?"

The dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth, and it is clear that it will provoke the storm that dissipates the calm.

Su Tong was dizzy and felt empty at the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't stand on his feet, and after closing his eyes and trying to recover, he raised his hand to lift the sealing mud, ignoring the broken mud and sand stuck to the wine jar, and raised his head and took a big sip.

"It's a better place for you to sleep. ”

The fragrance of wine overflowed, the moon crossed the clouds, Wang Jing's eyebrows twisted, and finally saw Su Tong tilting his head to look at himself, the half-broken and half-intoxicated eyes flashed with stars, and everything Wang Jing wanted to say was flashed in his mind.

Su Tong shook his body, sat under the tree, put his hand behind the pillow and lay down under the tree, "One day I die, I want to sleep here." ”

Like the comfort of dying, and the comfort of getting what he wanted, there was no trace of falsification in Su Tong's words and actions.

Wang Jing watched him lying on the frozen ground, the cold air rose from the soles of his feet inch by inch to his heart, he also thought about what it would be like after he died one day, but he never thought of his sleeping place, because every time he could only think of his final failure, and there was no corpse.

"Then don't I have to thank you for finding me such a peaceful and eternal shelter?" Wang Jing walked over slowly, standing in the pit dug out by Su Tong, he could vaguely see that there was still a lot of wine that had not been dug up, and the red sealing paper was like a red flower sprinkled in the yellow mud, dyed through the dim yellow light, cold and cold.

After two sips of wine, Su Tong burped fullly, breaking the place where Wang Jing admired his rest, and even began to have a deep hope in his heart - to leave a whole corpse, although this hope was shrouded in the sad ending that he had believed in for more than ten years, it could still thrive.

If you know that a good wish is impossible, or that day will never come true, you still can't help but hope and imagine depicting a landscape, pavilion, and people on that day.

Wang Jing also grabbed a jar of wine from the ground, and before he could lift the mud, he heard the continuous rolling sound of cooing, and he didn't believe what he heard, and turned his head to look at the person who was drinking under the tree and didn't notice it, and he didn't move for a while.

Su Tong took another sip of wine, and the cooing sound immediately sounded again, but it was much smaller than just now.

In his mind, the moment when Su Tong's body shook was fleeting, Wang Jing walked over and stood next to Su Tong, "How long have you not eaten?"

Su Tong was silent, his eyes were clear and blurry, and he raised his hand to drink again, Wang Jing reached out and grabbed the wine jar, grabbed Su Tong's shoulder with one hand, and dragged him up from the ground, "Have you not eaten since yesterday?"

Su Tong glanced at him coldly, idle him to meddle in his affairs, raised his hand and shook the shackles off his shoulders, went straight to the edge of the small pit, sat down on the mud mound dug out at once, and didn't stand up, just hugged the nearest jar of wine and opened it, and wanted to drink it again.

Wang Jing didn't see Su Tong sitting on the mound because his feet slipped, so he simply broke the jar and sat on the ground too lazy to get up, but what puzzled him even more was that he was not quite able to make trouble in the small restaurant just now?

How did you become this death-bound appearance?

"You don't eat for a day and two nights, and you drink so much wine, do you want to die?" Wang Jing stood far away, watching Su Tong isolate himself from the world, treating himself as an invisible person, and treating his words as a deaf ear, he didn't care anymore, he couldn't help but be anxious, walked up, lifted Su Tong's shoulders with both hands, and threw him out.

Su Tong didn't struggle, and slammed into the white wall of the cloister, and the wine he had just drunk in his stomach was smashed and squirted out, leaving a wet water mark on the ground.

fell like this, Su Tong didn't move, lying on the ground as if he didn't have a trace of pain.

Wang Jing walked over in two steps, and in less than an hour, the person completely changed, "What did Li Jin tell you?"

Wang Jing thought a lot, in this less than an hour, the only person who accompanied Su Tong and just left was Li Jin, who else besides him?

He didn't see it, so he naturally pointed the finger at Li Jin.

Su Tong was still silent, Wang Jing squatted down, helped Su Tong up from the ground, half-squatted in front of Su Tong, staring at Su Tong with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep, but he knew that Su Tong was not sleeping at all.

I don't know why, after a person's most inducible appearance of being in good spirits is deeply imprinted in the bottom of his heart, and then seeing him completely defeated, he can't bear to argue with him about these trivial matters anymore.

"Are you hungry?" Wang Jing asked softly.

Su Tong's eyelashes trembled, but he still didn't answer a word, Wang Jing leaned over and picked him up, Su Tong didn't struggle, and quietly let Wang Jing hold him.