Aya slowed down, but understood him, and realized that the stalemate was useless.

She walked over with her head down, took out the key from her bag, and walked past him, "There are still friends living in the house, so it's inconvenient to entertain you...... Thank you this afternoon. ”

He still looked upstairs to enjoy it.

Aya gave up.

She walked in front, and Xi Cheng was in the back, keeping a distance of two steps, not falling or ahead.

He swallowed the smoke, squinted his eyes, and could see a pair of slender and well-proportioned legs, wrapped in green cloth trousers, the shape of the face was very beautiful, the crotch bones of the child who had given birth were wide and pleasant, and the waist socket was up, which looked like a flower bottleneck when connected, the kind of smooth lines from extremely thin to fertile.

He put the cigarette to his mouth, and his eyes flickered a little far in the dim light of the corridor, and it was gloomy and gloomy.

Aya silently picked up the stairs, but she was thinking about something else, and her thoughts were tumbling, gradually cooling, as if she had fallen into the abyss.

Did he follow, insisting on seeing her refugee-like den? The handmade leather shoes on his feet, the dusty stairway, his clean shirt and trousers, and his walking in the crumb air, are all repeatedly belittled by her.

Life is very different, she left like that at the beginning, in the past four years, she has really mixed badly, very badly, no worse.

Can't hold your head up? Inferiority?

There are some, but it's okay.

If she has grown in the past four years?

It was she who learned and gained the calmness that made her look autistic, wooden, and dull.

But her heart is better than those seven years.

In addition to the guilt for Xiao Shu, I can't stop worrying.

If he wants to take a look, then look at it, his gaze is cold and vicious, and he cuts people.

But she also learned to be moderate and thick-skinned.

On the fourth floor, the window mouth is piled with broken copper and iron from the residents next door, Aya walked to the right, there is no light coming out of the door, this weekend, Zhou Lili may go to see her boyfriend

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Some people were in trouble, and the people behind her had already walked to her side.

Aya took the key to open the door and went to turn on the light.

There was a loud bang in the room, and as the light lit up the small living room on the first floor, Aya saw clothes scattered from the doorway.

His eyes followed the clothes to the narrow sofa in the living room, a pair of white bodies......

"Ahh

"Holy!"

Aya was so stunned that she didn't know what to do, her eyes were straight, Zhou Lili and a man picked up the clothes on the ground in a mess, and didn't say anything about it, the stairs for the retest were at the door, and they ran towards Aya.

“……”

The eyes were blindfolded, the rough palms felt to the touch, the hands were dry, and the body temperature and pulse pulsed.

Aya was stunned for a second behind her, and then the man with a cold face reached out and grabbed the door.

Bang Bang –

The door is closed.

Aya stood motionless, his chest pressed against his eyes, his breath falling on her neck, much calmer than her embarrassment and discomfort.

The heat on her face receded slightly, and Aya pulled away the arm he had wrapped around the back of her head.

It's not the worst.

She was embarrassed.

I don't know what to say, so I don't need to say anything.

The key was in the doorway, and Aya waited, and when the room was almost moving, her hand was attached.

Xi Cheng took a step ahead of her, pulled out the key, and pulled her back, restrained her strength, and still pressed the person against the wall.

In the dim light, he looked at her.

"Just live in this kind of pig kennel?"

He didn't seem to lose his temper, the smile on the corner of his mouth mocked gently, but the key was bent in his two fingers.

"In a house of less than thirty square meters, there are still men living there?"

Aya explained, "The girl who rented the same room was my colleague, and that should be her boyfriend,"

"That's how you live every day?"

He was aggressive, and the sarcasm in his eyes made her ignore it.

Four years ago, when he left, he pointed to her face and said, "You look down on the wealth I gave you, but He Aya, you have been raised by me, I want to see what you are like without me!" ”

is so proud, as if he has seen through her fate.

The sudden situation just now scared her, she had never seen any other man except him, and she felt embarrassed.

I thought of the sneer he pointed at his nose, he was noble, he was like an emperor, he had everything, she did live a material.

She shut up and didn't want to explain.

Silence spread, Xi Cheng was expressionless, and grabbed her wrist.

"Let's go."

She looked at his deep and cold sideburns, "Where are you going?" ”

"Can I let you live in a place like this?"

In the past four years, he has a hatred in his heart and has never said it clearly, but Zuo Long is a personal subordinate, and Zuo Long can see the silence when he is drunk

。

He let it go, but Zuo Long knew his temperament, and someone must be paying attention to her secretly, as long as nothing big happens.

He didn't expect that she was really capable, living like this, in the past, she was the most taboo and afraid of men and women, but now, she lives in such a messy environment every day?

How strong the man's hand was, with more strength, and fast, Aya was dragged down a few steps by him.

He said, "I'm not afraid of opening the eye of a needle, or now, do you like to listen to the foot of the wall and watch the scene?" ”

The exit is rude.

Aya didn't get angry with him, as if she had a sigh in her throat, "Xicheng, you don't have to find this reason, I won't leave." ”

"Come back with me." He turned his head, his eyes cold, his voice heavy.

Aya climbed the railing of the floating dust, she was in a high position, looking at the beauty on his forehead like this, her facial features were covered with shadows, she couldn't see clearly and darkly, and she was cold and evil.

"Where am I going back?"

"Where Xi Jiashu lives, you go back, you don't think about your son."

Aya didn't speak for a moment.

When she spoke, she finally smiled, "Xicheng, that western-style building, I'm afraid." ”

The dark wave in his eyes, like a sharp blade, flashed.

"You also have scruples, don't you, you don't care, just said the small western-style building."

His arms were straining again, and his face was cold.

Aya didn't struggle, and the words in her mouth were gentle, "You used it to imprison me for seven years, it's not a birdcage anymore, it's like a haunted house, it still appears repeatedly in my nightmares for the past four years, I seem to have left my body, and my soul is still trapped inside, as if it's an eighteen-layer purgatory, and I can never break free." You have the heart to torture me, and when you saw Xiao Shu twice, you let me go there. ”

The light in her eyes was full of tears, and she couldn't help it.

He tilted his head slightly, and his voice was hoarse, "I don't mean ......"

"Didn't you tell me to go, or didn't you have the intention to imprison me for seven years? I also want to get rid of it, but I can't do anything, that kind of day, you haven't lived, you don't think. Seven years is a long time, it's really long, it's like a lifetime without dawn......"

At some point, he let go of her violently trembling hand.

Aya raised her hands, covered her face, and cried without making a sound, just like in those seven years, her howl, no one heard it in the middle of the mountain.

If she hears it, she will treat it as if she didn't hear it, who will save her, who will take her out?

"In order to see Xiao Shu, I went to that house, stayed inside, my nerves were tense, there seemed to be countless voices dragging me in my head, black, dark, I committed suicide in it, I was pressed on the sofa by you, or in the kitchen, locked in the bedroom by you, and then took medicine, a hypnotist came, and a psychiatrist came, they tied me to the bed, I sometimes woke up, sometimes stayed, those fragments of memory, drilled my skull like a drill......"

"Don't talk about it."

She raised her eyes, tears washed, once upon a time, these eyes, as clear and lovely as a deer, although they love to avoid people, but when they look at you seriously, like black glass, delicate and moist, to the depths of people's hearts.

And now, it's still these eyes, and there is not much brilliance.

She smiled, smiling beautifully and sadly: "I won't say it, why make each other sad, as long as you don't tie me up and go back there."

。 ”

His face was so cold that he wanted to come and hug her, but he suddenly became timid, afraid that if he touched her, she would be broken.

He turned sideways slightly sadly, twisted his murderous eyebrows, and lit a cigarette.

The two were silent, his heart was soft and sad, and after a long time, he didn't give in, "I have a lot of real estate." ”

"You still have to do this, and you still don't understand."

He pauses in the act of smoking.

Aya stood up quietly and turned around, "I'm afraid of that house, it's just a house, I'm afraid of you." The world lines of the two people are different, you are in the demon world, so you don't know, you are a demon head, and you don't think what's wrong with the demon head. ”

"It's over!" He took a cigarette in his mouth and grabbed her again with a cruel look.

Aya fell down the stairs and fell on his rock-hard shoulder bone.

His voice was quick and cold, "You never wanted me, you abandoned me, I was a lowly character, and I came to you again four years later, what else do you want?" ”

He never said such a thing, he showed his sincerity, disdain or refused to face it, and he said it.

Aya pressed against the collar of his cold shirt, his breathing was heavy, and his heart was beating fast and angry, heavy and ringing in her world.

She looked at the old walls, the soot or the children's handwriting, with mist, gradually became a piece, but her heart was like someone rubbing into a handful of broken ice, and there was never any room for her.

"Xi Cheng ......" she called his name in a low voice, smiling and crying, "Ten years ago, I was afraid that you would be defeated by the people of the Bamboo Union Gang, I escaped from death and went to Guan Xiaoling to get back the account book, I looked at the photo on the way and thought, very firmly thinking, if you go to prison, no matter how many years, I will not go anywhere outside, I will wait for you, I can afford to wait, the grievances are settled, I can love, and my heart will no longer be painful and hesitant." ”

Slowly raised his head and looked into his dark and cold eyes, "I thought about waiting for you,"

His eyes changed color, and a heavy cloud pressed down and flickered.

She looked back at her place, "But you...... You are indeed you, and your revenge is indeed cruel and unforgettable. ”

His throat moved, and he almost came out of his mouth with the most disdain, "Guan Xiaoling, she is ......"

"If you can't love each other, why should you love each other."

He was stunned.

Aya pushed away the indulgent bosom, stood firm in a trance, and her hoarse voice was silent: "Awei said that my university is something you can't think of, and I also know that in the past, you have paid, and there are many things I don't know." But when I look back, if you hadn't set your eyes on me at the beginning, my dad might still be healthy now, safe and plain, and warm is a blessing. …… All sins are that you have stretched out your eyes to me, and liking is beauty, but deprivation is evil. You have been wanton all your life, and you have tried all means to get what you want, you have gained it, but you have also lost it. ”

She still walked up the stairs, her back slightly arched, and she was like a thin shuttle in the light, as if she had lost her strength: "If that question was not answered in the afternoon, now the answer, you know." I'm very calm, Ah Cheng, I have loved you, I don't regret it, I hate you, I can't help it. ”

She called him Ah Cheng, and the tip of her tongue tossed, like calling a close lover, softly, sadly, and compassionately.

For the first time.

Is it the last time?

He is much older than her, and he has more than a whole round, but he may not know more than her.

They said that women grow old quickly, and Sling also said that Miss He's voice on the phone was like that, like a tearful candle in the window, with a low trill, as if it would break at any time

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Was he the one who made her like this?

For four years, she didn't fall, she grew into a beautiful woman, but her heart seemed to have died many years ago, and there was no temperature at all.

You fold her, grind her, suffer her, bully her, and there is no backlash.

I can't catch it, a handful of sand in my hand.

He kicked the rusty railing crookedly, shattered it, and it seemed like he was going to tear down the entire corridor.

He vented. A man who is not easily angry, a man his age who is calm, out of control, and when he speaks, the reality that he doesn't want to face hurts him.

Aya listened, opened the door, closed the door, entered the house, slowly slid to the floor, in the darkness, she looked at the moon outside, curved, washed like a veil, bright and clear proof that there was a good time in this world.

Gently, she closed her eyes.

Later, it was quiet.

Aya sat for an unknown amount of time, got up to take medicine, her emotions were affected, her pants were soaked, she stood up on the edge of the bed, turned on the light, shook her body for a while and stood steady, and then went to the bag to get something, the pink and red plastic packaging, opened a hole, and used two tablets when she was discharged from the hospital in the afternoon.

She clutched the bag in her fingers, remembering the look on his face as he threw it down the bed.

She looked down, her long hair sticking to her wet cheeks, her shoulders swaying in silence, and she wondered if he was in pain in the car downstairs. This man, who started as an uncle, no matter what, changed her from a girl to a woman, hated each other, loved and killed each other, and stripped her heart and bones to the end, but she was reluctant to make him sad.

It seems that he is the pride of the sky, there should be no sadness, his life is unrestrained/debauched, brocade clothes, swords and guns and blood rain, happy and hearty, and it should be his life.

Knock knock.

Aya hurriedly raised her hand, wiped her tears, what is the story between her and Xicheng, in this poor building, she is just a single woman working in a flower shop, ordinary life, busy and hurried.

Exhausted, she went to open the door.

Standing outside the door, it was naturally Zhou Lili, who looked embarrassed, Aya expected it, and pulled out a slight smile, "Lili." ”

Zhou Lili looked at her red eyes, she heard the movement of the earthquake outside just now, "He Aya, that man's ......"

"It's okay, let's go."

"Oh...... That ......" Zhou Lili scratched her hair, "I called you a lot at night, your mobile phone didn't work, my boyfriend came to Hong Kong very suddenly, I wanted to wait for you to go home, we went to the hotel, but waited and waited, you didn't come back, I thought you weren't coming back, it was just now...... Sorry, we didn't pay attention, it's really embarrassing, that..."

"It's okay," she said inadvertently, her pants wet, and she walked down the stairs and smiled gently, "I didn't squeak when I came back." ”

Aya walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and after dealing with it, the abdominal pain was intermittent, and she washed a hot water lotus, but when she opened the door, she saw that Zhou Lili was still there.

"Lily, is there anything else?"

Zhou Lili's face was unnatural, she glanced at Aya, and turned around again, "My boyfriend came to Hong Kong to look for a job, Aya, you see, there is no place to stay for the time being, it is too expensive to live in a hotel, you know my conditions, I want to discuss with you, you are good, easy-going, can my boyfriend stay here for a few days temporarily?" ”

Aya didn't answer.

"Oh, don't worry, we are in the flower shop during the day, he sleeps, and when we come back at night, he goes to the Internet café!"

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