(145) Deception is also a fit

"So you like the smell of me?" Yan Shaocheng's words are too clear, and the meaning of flirting is strong. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I want to laugh, he Yan Shaocheng is in a good mood at this time? As far as I know, Yan Shaocheng only has such a Yaxing when he is in a good mood.

"Yes, I like it. I love it. "I can feel the thick hypocrisy in my words, which is comparable to Yan Shaocheng.

He looked at me with a smile.

"I just like the way you deceive." The corners of Yan Shaocheng's mouth rose, and he was really arrogant.

Scum.

If a person does Yan Shaocheng's appearance, he is a pure scumbag.

"Where to go." I really couldn't stand Yan Shaocheng's confused mood rules, so I had to get back on track.

Yan Shaocheng stretched out his hand and pressed the car navigation system, and took a serious look.

"I don't know." Yun said lightly.

I really want to strangle him if I can, what kind of joke he's playing with me, I don't know how long it has been going on.

"Don't tell me you're going to the end of the world." It's really enough, it makes people feel speechless, how can anyone do this.

Is he in a good mood today, so he wants to take me to death?

"What if I said I would take you to death?"

I didn't expect my thoughts, and Yan Shaocheng's words came out. It felt like a gust of wind was blowing behind me.

Lunatic.

"Then I won't accompany you." I can't risk my life with a madman. I don't even bother to lie to him.

"The rejection was quick, but it was within my expectations. You don't have a conscience, I know it. "Every time Yan Shaocheng speaks, I feel that he knows me very well, and even has a feeling that he knows me better than I do.

Of course, maybe it's just because I'm too sensitive, so I always feel this way. It was as if it was already my instinct, an instinct that formed naturally without the reflexes of the cerebral cortex.

"So can you tell me where you're going now?" I knew that Yan Shaocheng was going around the bend with me, so he didn't feel anything.

"You'll know when you get there." Yan Shaocheng's trickery makes me a little suspicious, because usually there is no surprise or fright, there is no so-called trickery.

He didn't say, and I didn't have to ask. I knew I would know when he wanted to tell me.

The strange balance between me and Yan Shaocheng may be this mode of getting along. We were both cheating, but neither of us had ever debunked each other's faces. I think this may be the so-called fit, and the balance of deception is also a fit.

It wasn't until I got to a cemetery that I had weird thoughts. Even the complexion is not very good.

He brought me to the cemetery, what does that mean? Besides, the sun is about to set.

Yan Shaocheng stopped the car, but his face was the same as usual, and he didn't change a bit.

I looked at him with surprise, Yan Shaocheng what he wanted to do.

"Won't you get out of the car?" Yan Shaocheng smiled at me, but I never understood what he meant.

I got out of the car with such doubts, and the moment I closed the door, I looked around.

There are pine trees all around, and they look solemn and upright.

Yan Shaocheng reached out and grabbed me as if we were a couple.

I don't understand what Yan Shaocheng meant, even at this moment, I am also in a trance.

It wasn't until he pulled me to a stop by a tombstone that I understood what he meant.

There are three big characters clearly written on the tombstone, Pan Wanlin. The black-and-white photo on it doesn't seem to change.

This woman who has disappeared from my life for more than ten years, this mother who once committed suicide in front of me. Now she has become this stone monument without temperature.

"What did you bring me here for?" On the contrary, I didn't feel anything, I didn't want to cry, because my life was so painful.

"I thought you would say something, but I didn't expect you to ask such a question. Since your mother died, you have been in an orphanage. You haven't seen your mother since. It seems that you really have no conscience. Yan Shaocheng's words didn't affect my emotions at all, I am still myself, and I won't be sentimental because of other things.

This place.

Yan Shaocheng is right, since I entered the orphanage after my mother's death, I have never come to see my mother again.

So that it was barren in my memory, so it disappeared, and in the end there was no shadow left.

"What do you mean by bringing me here?" I still kept my rational attitude and didn't feel anything.

Yan Shaocheng looked at me like this, as if he had a sneer. "Nothing interesting. It's to bring you to visit your mother. Yan Shaocheng spoke in a calm tone, as if it was really on the surface.

"My mother?" I really don't know what kind of expression I'm going to use at this moment.

In fact, I didn't plan to visit my mother when nothing was accomplished.

"Are you talking about this cold stone tablet?" I didn't feel anything when I looked at the stele.

The so-called visit to the deceased is nothing more than looking at a lifeless stone monument. Only the living will always be remembered for the pain.

I don't want to torture myself, and I don't have to torture myself like that.

"Will she wake up and talk to me? Will she make up for my years of regret? Why is she liberated and wants me to live in pain? "In fact, I hated my mother because she left behind and left alone. Her irresponsibility made me live in agony in the orphanage. But I must admit that without love, where is hate.

Because I love my mother, I hate her even more. This is different from the Fang family.

"If not, why should I come to see her like this?" I admit my paranoia, but Fang Jingxian, who has paranoia, is the real Fang Jingxian.

Yan Shaocheng's intentions, if he just wanted to see me wagging my tail and begging for mercy, it would be wrong.

"No wonder. No wonder you don't remember that today is your mother's death day. Yan Shaocheng's words were as calm as water, and his tone was always cold, as if it was a pity.

"Haven't you heard that death is rebirth?" Instead, I laughed, proving that I was heartless. "From the moment my mother died, that hopeful Fang Jingxian died."

I turned to leave, not wanting to stop any longer.

At this moment, Yan Shaocheng's hand grabbed me and attached to my body like a spell in the night.

"Since we have forgotten love, how about we only talk about transactions and not feelings?" Yan Shaocheng had a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had planned everything.

I turned around and looked at Yan Shaocheng fixedly. I want to see what bad intentions he has in mind.

Yan Shaocheng let go of me, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. In fact, we are ridiculous, and our expressions do not belong in this graveyard with a sense of sadness.

But what to do. We don't believe in God, we don't believe in ghosts, we don't believe in fate, we just believe in ourselves.

(To be continued.) )