In the evening of early September, dandelions flutter in the wind in the sunset, and the small umbrellas fluttering one after another are like a light snow falling in late summer, which is very beautiful, but fleeting and remembrable.

There was a girl sitting on a swing, the park was quiet, she stepped on her toes on the ground gently rippling, her head leaning on the chain, watching the round and large golden sunset on the horizon slowly sinking, as if sitting in the solemn opera house watching the end of a great tragedy, her expression was calm and sad, as if she was going to give her own applause in the next moment, and then followed the orderly crowd, through the tulip-covered path, back to her own hut.

But she didn't have a hut to keep undisturbed, so she stayed here and sat alone while the people were still having dinner.

And when she heard the faint sound of children playing nearby, she got up, put on her hat, and put her hands in the pockets of her hoodie, and she slumped her shoulders and lowered her head, like a wilting late child, kicking a stone on the side of the road, wandering aimlessly in the growing night.

She didn't want to go home, even though she had two places in this huge city that could be called home, but none of them could make her feel warm at the moment.

The street trees are lit up, the handsome waiters of the western restaurant stand beside the newly launched menu, and there are wandering singers singing Adele's "someonelikeyou" in the square.

The entrances and exits of every major shopping mall are crowded, as if all the contents are on sale tonight; Each passing couple held hands, and the girls held roses grown in the greenhouse with happy faces.

She stood where she was, surrounded by people, and suddenly remembered that today was a day off. Then looking at the lively night scene, she suddenly felt a wave of strangeness and fear.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had gone shopping alone.

The music in the square grew quieter, and the crowd erupted into loud applause, pulling her back from her loneliness and hesitation. She touched her pants pocket. Pulling out a few crumpled banknotes from them, and after thinking about it, she walked to the convenience store and quickly bought a loaf of bread, but hesitated for a moment when buying water, and then crossed the mineral water shelf, and she took a bottle of Shinro soju.

This simple meal had consumed almost all the banknotes in her hand, and she cherished them as if she had saved up all she had. Not only did they finish eating bread and a bottle of soju, but they also became lighter and lighter as they walked around without a clue.

"Ah~ah~"

She finally stopped staggering, leaned her head against the wall, opened her mouth to the empty bottle, moaned unconsciously, and popped. She suddenly fell to the ground, and the soju bottle in her loose hand rolled out. It happened to stop at the feet of an old man passing by.

The old man looked along the trajectory of the wine bottle, and saw her curled up in a ball in the corner, a trace of astonishment flashed in the old man's eyes, and he looked at the restaurant a few steps away, and he probably understood what was going on.

The sobering soup was quickly poured into the girl's mouth, and she was placed to sleep on her side. The old man took his hands and left the restaurant again.

The world was dark and quiet with the lights out, and the girl slept for a long time, and when she woke up, she rubbed her eyes while sorting out her vague memories. By the light that came from outside the door. She looked at the environment she was in, looked at the good clothes on her body, and then roughly remembered the old man's care for her after being drunk, and quickly reacted to where she was now, and who might be the person who turned on the light outside the door.

It should be ・・・・・ not Han Bo, right?

At this moment, she actually remembered the sound of the door closing when Han Bo left, and her heart jumped up at an accelerated pace, although she didn't know what time it was, but it was late at night, if the person outside the door was not Han Bo, then wouldn't it be a lonely man and widow, living in the same room?

Her face turned a little red, and her eyes were filled with shame—both shy about what she was expecting and angry at her own unreservedness.

She straightened her clothes and hair a little awkwardly, and slowly moved to the side of the sliding door, holding the corner of her clothes nervously with one hand, and gently opening the sliding door with the other, like a jerky little bride, trying to look through the thin gap to see the person in her heart.

Her shy and timid eyes suddenly froze, the autumn water turned into ice, and all her worries, expectations, and ・・・・・・joys were scattered all over the ground, and she looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief, and her face turned pale at first, and then into dead ashes.

The charming eyebrows, the arrogant and pointed nose, the beautiful bracelet on the wrist, the shiny four-leaf clover earrings・・・・・・ everything is very familiar to her, and even this earring, she has the same pair, so there is no doubt that the beautiful woman who is kissing someone is indeed her sister, the sister she is willing to pay the most precious price to protect.

She slowly lowered her head, little by little, it seemed to be very hard and very decadent, there was no expression on her face that pursed the corners of her lips, she shrank back, her clasped palms around her knees, and in front of her was a slender light, pulling the shadows behind her into a lonely and dead silence, as if cutting through the barrier of reality and dragging her into a closed world.

She remained still for a long time, without sad tears, without a tired look, as if she were going to be quiet until she was old, like a statue, beautiful and delicate, lifeless.

There was a sharp thud like the sound of a beer bottle hitting the ground, and she finally came to her senses, covered her eyes with her hand for a while, then wiped her hands with her sleeve, got up, stood behind the door, and saw the messy restaurant, and ・・・・・・・ the man who had fallen in it and was going crazy with his heart.

Her sister was gone, and only the lights shone coldly on her and him.

She looked at the man's tearful face and the bleeding hand cut by broken glass, and her expression became moved and shocked, and she vaguely understood the meaning of the kiss she had seen earlier.

Even if I was heartbroken twice, I completely understood that what the other party liked was not myself but someone else, and I was so cute with someone that I was so unreasonable that I was humble and willing to fall.

She pushed the door open, pursed her lips, and grimaced. But her eyes couldn't help showing distress and sadness, she went to the bathroom to get a wrung out wet towel, and went to the utility room to get a medicine box, she squatted next to the man, silently wiped the stains on his face, and then wanted to clean the wounds on his hands. But suddenly he grabbed his hand.

"Xiuyan, don't go, don't go with that man, okay・・・・・・"

The man shouted indiscriminately, a large amount of alcohol had already messed up his thinking, and the picture presented in his eyes was only the longing of his heart. So he hugged her roughly, kissed her savagely, and hissed in his mouth. But it's another woman's name.

Her sister's name.

This was really a sad and pitiful thing for her, she was like a crazy woman who was suddenly stimulated, struggling desperately in the arms of the other party.

Unfortunately, it didn't work, the clothes on her body gradually fell apart, and her tearful eyes showed the ashes of despair.

She stopped struggling and hung her head in resignation, remembering the past. There is a simple girl who has dreamed and looked forward to love. It's as if I saw the poor girl in the convenience store who made up her mind to take soju, the poor girl who had the idea of indulgence because of the fate of being manipulated, and the girl who was extremely stupid and cheap because of a kiss and a beautiful sound.

"I'm such a fool, a fool that everyone can bully・・・・・・"

She laughed silently. Passively bearing the man's rude movements, and then her body suddenly lightened, she shuddered and curled up, and in her blurred vision she saw a thin figure tyrannically beating the decadent man on the ground. She buried her face, unwilling to listen or look. I don't know if it's because I'm tired and numb, or because I'm numb.

The man, who had already been drunk and unprepared, lay on the ground helplessly, like a dead dog, dirty and messy, staring at the lamp with dull eyes, as if in another world.

The guy who is not a white knight and has to be a quick guest is a fast guy with his hands on his knees, while gasping for breath while staring gloomily at the man on the ground, and then gets up, he dials the hospital number, and then takes off his suit, he wraps the girl's body, his movements are almost stiff and cold to pick her up, a few steps to the car parked outside the store, open the door, get into the car, fire, he instinctively chooses the remote road, the speed of the car is getting faster and faster, like the gloomy sky before a storm, and under the calm suppression is a great anger.

Zheng Xiujing can't understand this anger, and she can't understand this anger, maybe this anger is terrible, but she doesn't care, she has lost too much, and she has been bullied too badly, like a loser who has nothing and is fearless.

"Hey, can you stop, I'm going to get dressed!"

She said with a blank face, her voice was cold, her tone was not good, and because of her hands clutching the roof handles, large swaths of her skin were exposed to the air, completely unclothed, and clearly reflected in the rearview mirror.

The screeching sound of brakes soon sounded in the air, and the Han River was in front of you, and the lights on the distant bridge were as far away as starlight.

Zheng Xiujing covered her chest with one hand and lifted the jeans that were still hanging on her legs to her waist with the other, but the clothes on her upper body had been completely ruined, and the wide two-button suit could not cover up the secrets on her body at all, so she could only hug her shoulders with both hands and wrap the suit tightly as a cover.

There was no sound of dressing, and the car fell silent, followed by the crisp sound of a lighter, a flash of firelight, and then a little cigarette butt flickering in the slightly chilly river breeze.

Jiang Zhican smoked a cigarette in the face of the river wind, and quickly lit the second one. He turned his head to look at Zheng Xiujing, who was shrunk in his seat, hugging his shoulders and shrinking his hands, so pitiful that he looked like a poor underage girl from Africa.

Zheng Xiujing sensitively sensed the pity in his eyes, and said stiffly: "You don't need to pretend to be a good person, have mercy on me!" ”

Jiang Zhican's face was expressionless, he tore off the beautiful tie around his neck without saying a word, unbuttoned a few buttons of the shirt on his body with one hand, and then threw away the cigarette in his left hand, he took off the shirt on his body at once, and appeared in front of Zheng Xiujing shirtless.

"Ah, what do you want to do!"

Zheng Xiujing was frightened, reached out to open the door but found that it was locked, and couldn't help but change her expression greatly, showing a panicked look - shouldn't it, then the same scene twice in one night, right?

"Here you go, put it on!"

Jiang Zhican didn't give Zheng Xiujing much room for imagination and preparation, and directly threw the shirt in his hand into her hand, Jiang Zhican turned to the car window and lit the third cigarette.

Zheng Xiujing grabbed her shirt, and she could still feel the residual body temperature on the other party's body between her fingers. She was a little at a loss, looked at the shirt in her hand and then looked at Jiang Zhican, who was facing away from her, hesitated for a while, she slowly took off the only cover on her body, and put on the shirt that Jiang Zhican wore closely, button by button.

"That, this one is back for you."

Zheng Xiujing lowered her head and handed the suit to Jiang Zhican, then bent her legs, she pressed her chest tightly against her legs, her chin rested on her knees, and her long eyelashes were finally calmer eyes.

"I was just on the set, and it was Han Bo who called me and asked me to come over."

Jiang Zhican threw away the fourth cigarette and put on his suit, but instead of smoking again, he leaned back on the back of the chair with a tired and deep expression.

"So if you want to be grateful, you should thank Han Bo, I'm just an errand runner."

"But you saved me after all・・・・・・" Zheng Xiujing said, her tone rarely soft.

"Yes, in that case, I want to apologize to you, and I hope you can forgive me." Jiang Zhican thought for a moment and said.

"Apologies, about what?" Zheng Xiujing asked.

"Regarding the scandal, and also, the snake you saw that day was actually just a toy snake, and I played tricks on you." Kang Zhichan felt that he was a little mean, and when the girl was fragile and soft, he asked for it.

"Well, I can forgive you." Zheng Xiujing was silent for a moment, and did not say what she knew in advance, "However, I have a request, specifically, there is a question, I want to know the answer, I hope you can tell me." ”

"You say." Jiang Zhican is very crisp.

"The first time I practiced the script, the TV station employee who took me to the hospital was actually you, right?" Zheng Xiujing raised her eyes to look at him, seemingly determined.

Jiang Zhican hesitated for a moment and nodded in acknowledgement.

"You came to save me just now, you seem to be very angry, Yun Shenou・・・・・・ Zheng Yunshen xi, after all, it's your friend, right? Your hands seem to be beyond the ordinary sense, and the drag racing, the four cigarettes you smoked in one go・・・・・・ these are all strange, right, very strange, right? ”

After a while, Zheng Xiujing suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with the topic just now, and her eyes were still staring at Jiang Zhican.

"If you don't want to say it, you don't have to tell me, although it's easy to misunderstand, but I know it has nothing to do with me. Well, I'm just just curious, and besides, after racing all the way and smoking so many cigarettes, it seems that the anger in your heart has not subsided, I think you need to confide in it, and it will be better to say it. ”

Zheng Xiujing said very seriously, but Jiang Zhican suddenly smiled.

"The person who was almost raped just now seems to be Zheng Xiujing xi, right? If it is strictly defined, the mental patient who needs to talk to you should not also be you? Now you are here to persuade me to pour out my troubles and eliminate my anger・・・・・・ Zheng Xiujingxi, when did you become so understanding and tenacious? It's like the Virgin, the angel who fell on earth! ”

A trace of anger flashed on Zheng Xiujing's face, she really shouldn't have too much concern for people like Jiang Zhican, she raised her voice and said: "Yunshen Oba is the person I used to like, he would do that kind of thing when he was drunk, I have every reason to convince myself to be strong, and besides, this matter is not all bad, for myself, it can be regarded as a relief, and I don't have to continue to torture because of impossible liking・・・・・・"

Speaking of the back, Zheng Xiujing's voice gradually became lower, she was not willing to tell others about this private thought, but it turned out that her worries were superfluous, Jiang Zhican's mind was not on her words, he suddenly opened the door and rushed out, Zheng Xiujing was a little blind, leaned over, and suddenly widened her eyes-

Jiang Zhican, has he always been so violent?

ps: Until now, I really shouldn't have pretended to be a student and had been in class all day. Tired. (To be continued.) )