Zhao Kuangran opened his eyes from the Zhuo family courtyard again, still didn't know how long he had been sleeping, the room was still empty, no one was there, as if he had forgotten himself in this corner.

The pain on his body is no longer that obvious, and Zhao Kuanglan doesn't know what kind of plaster he used, which can actually pull him, a waste person, back from the line of life and death, but this is obviously not what he cares about now.

Getting up from the bed more easily than before, Zhao Kuangran seemed to find that he could really live so strongly, although the sky he was looking at was still dark, but this feeling of suddenly climbing up from the deep valley made people want to roar.

It's no longer as hard to get out of the room as it used to be, unimpeded.

The courtyard was still the same, and even under that pavilion, there was still the woman sitting, as if she was waiting for something.

Zhao Kuangran walked silently and sat down again from the place where he had been sitting.

"Again?" The woman seemed to be able to recognize Zhao Kuangchao's footsteps.

"I said I would come today." Zhao Kuang said nonsense, maybe his character that is beyond words will not be changed in a lifetime, and he will never learn to speak to a woman as a man.

The woman smiled, she didn't tell Zhao Kuangchao how long she waited here yesterday, just like Zhao Kuangchao didn't know how long she had been asleep, maybe this is called a tacit understanding, a tacit understanding of each other, because of this, those extremely lonely men and women will be extremely lonely waiting, waiting for the person who understands his every look, every movement, every breath.

Waiting for them, it will be their whole life, a very simple yearning, but destined to die alone, because the story in the fairy tale cannot happen in reality, and even if it happens, it will not happen to you.

Since they don't have the capital to fall in love at first sight, and they don't have the conditions for long-term love, they can only die alone in thousands of fantasies, and what is even more ridiculous is that they hide those fantasies so much without leaving a trace.

"Are you going to ask my name today?" The woman asked, as if expecting to be able to chat nonsense, even if it was something that was not nutritious.

"Intended." Zhao Kuang said nonsense, what kind of encounter is this?

"My name is Jasmine, not surnamed Zhuo, not surnamed Zhao ∨dǐng∨diǎn∨ Xiao ∨ said, .↘.√os_ (); , not surnamed Xia. The woman said lightly, maybe this was the strangest self-introduction that Zhao Kuangran had ever seen of a strange person, but when this woman said it, Zhao Kuangran didn't feel harsh.

"Do you think I'm a strange woman?" Jasmine seemed to be watching Zhao Kuang talking nonsense, but only by sitting where she was sitting and looking in the direction she was looking at with her eyes closed would she understand what sadness was.

"There is diǎn." Zhao Kuang is very stingy with his words, or put aside all those dispensable things, if this is the case, he will find that there is very little left of anger, maybe most people's lives are spent in useless work and struggling with useless feelings.

Jasmine smiled, she had never been so happy, as if Zhao Kuang had uttered the funniest joke in the world, even though she knew almost nothing about the man in front of her except for his voice.

Zhao Kuangran looked at this woman with some blankness, his heart seemed to be so stiff that he couldn't be touched by this smile, he just bowed his body, thinking about what the world would be like if this was his last breath.

"Would you like to hear a story?" Jasmine said, like an open chatterbox, wanting to pour those things that she couldn't take away and couldn't keep into Zhao Kuangchao's mind.

Zhao Kuangran looked at the silence all around, it would be a long, long time before the sun rose, and said, "I hope this story won't be very long." ”

"It's rotten and long." Jasmine laughed.

"Speak, I'll listen." Zhao Kuang simply said, maybe his sick number only has the ability to hold his chin here and listen to a story.

The evening breeze is very comfortable, but it is not as profound as the biting cold wind, just like life, plain as water will only make people find that they have spent their lives in vain, a little diǎn apprehension, and it will make people pull their throats to say how bitter they are, how can life please those who are alive?

I have to say that this is a very long story, but it is not bad, at least Zhao Kuanglan thinks so, what happens to two soft people will definitely be soft.

She quietly finished telling this story with diǎn ups and downs and too much sadness.

He listened silently, without even making any comments, just silent, as if he hadn't heard anything, and his heart became extremely cold with the cold wind that swept through his life.

"Did you cry bitterly?" After saying that, Jasmine said with a smile, a very abstract and abstract joke.

"Not that yet." Zhao Kuang rubbed his nose and said.

Jasmine smiled, no longer obsessed with an impossible thing, but touched the gradually bulging belly, with a kind of expectation on her face, thinking about whether the little guy in the belly who was gradually forming was a man or a woman, this was the last surprise she left for Zhuo Lianhu, the most regrettable, the most regrettable thing was that she didn't tell him.

But he kept watching, and she believed it, even though it was something that had no basis only one thought it was.

"If you can, don't stay in Zhuo's house, I don't think Zhuo Lianhu will want to see this scene, this is definitely not alarmist, although it is a little unrealistic, as long as you can leave, never come back." Zhao Kuang said nonsense, his voice was extremely low, and even Jacky Wang, who was in the dark on the side, didn't listen to a real one.

Maybe Zhao Kuangchao and Gong San'er, they are all mocking those people who do nothing all their lives just to marry their own children, grow old, sick and die, but this is the same as those people who hate the rich, they just covet the life of living in a small world, a life that does not have to take care of too many things.

But they will never get there, because this life is like this.

Jasmine was stunned, listening to these words as a passer-by, the hand touching her stomach slowly stopped, thinking about what she could give the little guy in her belly. Don't you even have a choice in life?

"Do I really have a choice?" Jasmine asked Zhao Kuangran, very puzzled, in the face of such a heavily guarded Zhuo family, she really couldn't think that she could leave with everything.

"When you think there's a choice, there's a choice, and when you think there's no choice, there's really no choice." Zhao Kuangran got up silently, because he had been sitting for too long, his legs were a little sore, and he rubbed his legs silently, he didn't think it was a thing that pushed Jasmine to the fire pit, because there were some things, if he really chose the wrong one, he would really get into it in this life.

The feeling of regret that you can't regret it anymore is better than falling into a fire pit and dying.

Zhao Kuangchao left again, leaving Jasmine with a somewhat confused expression.

This time back in the room there was no wolf bèi like before, Zhao Kuangran knew what kind of martial law net this Zhuo family's yard was, but he knew even more how eager the birds that had been in the net for a long time were.

Sitting on the bed, he was a little stunned, and Zhao Kuangchao felt a little depressed in his heart, like a child who wanted to struggle but no longer had the strength to struggle.

The door slowly opened, and without Zhao Kuanglan noticing, a man walked into the room, and when Zhao Kuangran came back to his senses again, the man was already sitting opposite him, looking at him with Erlang's legs crossed, as if looking at a horse monkey in a zoo.

"Let me introduce myself first, my name is Xiaotong, maybe you don't know me, but I know you, these are enough." The man saw that Zhao Kuangran finally noticed him and spoke.

Zhao Kuanglan was a little inexplicable, but the seemingly amiable man in front of him made Zhao Kuanglan feel a trace of the smell of the small Xing'anling big insects, this primitive and wild taste, which made Zhao Kuanglan bow up silently.

The man watched Zhao Kuang's every move with a smile, and he didn't even miss a look, and flicked his finger and said, "You don't have to be taboo about anything, if I came to kill you, you would have died a long time ago." ”

Full of gunpowder, or full of murderous aura, Zhao Kuang trembled inexplicably, thinking about how fierce he had not seen or even imagined in this world.

"Do you know who you are?" The man just skipped over these meaningless topics and said.

"I've heard of a diǎn." Zhao Kuangran's palms were already full of cold sweat, just now, he was as if he had just walked away in the ghost gate, the man in front of him was very dangerous, very dangerous, never be an enemy with this man, this is all Zhao Kuangran's thoughts, and the taboo against this man Cheng Dù even surpassed Zhao Baichuan's kind of people who held great power.

"To tell you the truth, you have diǎn to disappoint me, Zhao Jinglei's son, now there is only this kind of low-level to extreme diǎn marriage effect, I think your Lao Tzu must still be open and refuse to close his eyes now." The man said, looking at Zhao Kuangran's eyes full of ridiculousness, just like Zhao Kuangchao was a clown in his eyes now.

Miraculously, Zhao Kuangran didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the man's expression in front of him, because this man had the qualifications to mock him, and even get rid of him, sitting opposite this man can be said to be a thing that can be measured with death, and Zhao Kuangchan has never been so powerless.

Perhaps this is what this era looks like, a existence that makes people only taboo and not awe.

The man didn't care if Zhao Kuangran answered his words, and he didn't even care if Zhao Kuangran heard it in his ears, and said with his ten fingers together: "The gene is no problem, I can only say that the old things of the Zhao family are not good, it's a pity, it's a pity." You can survive in this foolish drama until now, it's not an abomination, you have done your best, and that's why I came to see you. ”

Zhao Kuangran was a little speechless, not because he didn't want to say anything, but because in the face of this huge gap, his tongue seemed to be a little disobedient to him.

Isn't that enough? Isn't the height you have reached enough? Zhao Kuangran's body trembled a little, wondering what he had done in his life, so that he still looked like a clown.