Buddhists often say: The retribution of good and evil follows you like a shadow.

People of the older generation also always say: good and evil will be rewarded in the end.

This was the first time that Zhuo Fan felt the meaning of karma so strongly, he wasn't sure if good causes could produce good results, but after seeing her, he was very sure that evil causes would have evil consequences.

After Zhuo Fan reacted, he stepped forward politely: "Are you Zhang Hong?" ”

The woman looked him up and down, looked at him for a long time, and said indifferently: "I don't know you." As he spoke, he wanted to close the door.

Zhuo Fan quickly stretched out a foot to block the door, and said in a sincere tone: "Miss Zhang, I have no malicious intent, I just want to talk to you." ”

Seeing Zhang Hong hesitate slightly, Zhuo Fan took this opportunity to quickly rush past her and rush into the house, he had been mentally prepared before he came in, and now, he looked around, sure enough, the house was surrounded by walls, and even the bed he slept on was very simple, and the other broken copper and iron were estimated to be worthless, so he escaped the fate of being sold.

Zhuo Fan thought that this kind of life without light and hope was completely a meaningless consumption from the cradle to the grave.

Zhang Hong looked at the intruder vigilantly, and his eyes revealed hostility: "What do you want to talk to me about?" ”

Zhuo Fan stared at this woman who should have been happy, and said bluntly: "Talk about your husband's car accident three years ago. ”

Suddenly, her face was pale, and before the words fell, she retreated again and again, her bloodshot eyes were full of shock, she avoided his eyes, trembled her voice, and spat out words from her throat with difficulty: "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

Then, with all her might, she pushed him out frantically, her temples pounded wildly, and her brain tensed instantly, and at this moment, her fragile nerves were nearing the limit, and she couldn't talk to anyone about anything, because she didn't want to remember the bad people and things she had been ......

Zhuo Fan was pushed by her and stumbled, almost falling, he grabbed the out-of-control Zhang Hong, and shouted urgently: "Does your conscience let the dog eat?!" That car accident wasn't an accident at all, was it?! ”

"You go! There you go! She shook her head and said loudly, "I don't know anything!" ”

"Impossible!"

"Get out!"

She shouted hoarsely......

With the loud sound of the iron door closing, Zhuo Fan returned to the corridor, Zhang Hong leaned against the door, slumped to the ground, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and the chill of his fingertips invaded his cold heart.

She shuddered and took the cigarette out of her pocket, lit it tremblingly, and then jerked it into her mouth, taking a few puffs in quick succession, and she kept numbing herself mechanically by swallowing the smoke ring, trying to divert her attention, as if only then could her nervous mood be calmed down a little.

Zhuo Fan's words drifted into the room intermittently, Zhang Hong tried hard to cover her ears, refusing to hear a single foreign sound, but the effect was not good, they penetrated into the room, and were sealed in the room along with the smoke produced by inhalation, lingering around her.

Zhuo Fan shouted at the door: "Zhang Hong, are you willing to live this life?" ”

"Do you want to live in condemnation every day?"

"Are you going to carry this sin for the rest of your life?"

Every time he said a word, Zhang Hong's body tightened a little, and the burning nerves stimulated her feelings, and she couldn't help yelling: "You go!" My business is none of your business! ”

"It's not a good way to atone for your sins." Zhuo Fan clenched his fists and persuaded softly: "You should stand up, say what you should say, do what you should do, you have to believe me, I can help you." ”

Zhang Hong should not, just stared blankly at the light-colored trousers that he had been wearing, although after a long time, the trouser legs were a little faded and yellow, but it was cut very close-fitting, close to his own skin, both suitable and comfortable.

In the same way, for her, life is the same, it can't be worse anyway, and she gets used to it after suffering, so what morality, conscience, let him go......

If you expect a person who can't afford to eat suddenly has a great deal of kindness in his conscience? Then you are really stupid, the difficulty of this matter is comparable to winning the Nobel Prize**!

She said 'hehe' twice and said in despair: "No one can help me!" ”

Zhuo Fan was furious, this self-exiled mentality was not what he wanted, his tone changed, and he said sharply: "Are you worth keeping your mouth shut about the person who killed your husband?" ”

"Don't push me." She pleaded with him, and the two sides were at a stalemate.

In the end, Zhuo Fan was anxious and made a killer move: "Otherwise, you make a price, as long as you are willing to say, I will pay as much as you want." ”

Zhang Hong was stunned for a moment, and then as if stimulated, he excitedly sarcastically said through the door: "Is it great to be rich?" I sue you, I'm not rare! A person who is in dire need of money may bend his waist for five buckets of rice, but for me, a dying man, it's not worth the bullshit! ”

"Why would you rather die than save your conscience!"

Zhuo Fan scolded: "You are so selfish! ”

After he scolded, the door lost its sound for a long time, Zhuo Fan paced back and forth, slamming the door hard, for a while, the whole building could only hear Zhuo Fan's voice, he stubbornly spoke into the air, but on the contrary, all the words were like raindrops falling into the sea, and they couldn't stir up a ripple.

No matter what you say, you'll be greeted with maddening silence......

He overestimated her, he thought to himself.

Her lack of a word made Zhuo Fan sigh in disappointment, so he had to take out a business card and stuff it through the crack in the door: "Miss Zhang, if you want to be clear, you are welcome to contact me at any time." ”

"This gentleman, let him pass the past, don't be obsessed anymore." When he squatted down, he happened to hear Zhang Hong's voice as low as a mosquito.

Zhuo Fan looked solemn and replied to her coldly: "Zhang Hong, lies can never cover up the truth, those who are implicated by your husband need justice!" ”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving only a woman and tears falling from her lips......

Here, Zhang Hong is in pain**, over there, Jiang Yumo tossed and turned, at the turn of spring and summer, the sky is clear, the bright sun shines into the bedroom, and it is warm everywhere, on the afternoon of the last day of the weekend, Jiang Yumo hugged the quilt and fell asleep soundly, from last night to now, she has slept for more than 10 hours, and she is still very sleepy.

If there was no deadly serial sound at this moment, she thought, she must have the confidence to sleep for another 10 hours, but the penetrating power of the doorbell is too strong, even if Jiang Yumo blocked her ears with earplugs and covered her head with a quilt, it still sounded very clear, it rang relentlessly, as if she was competing with the sleeping person, there was a big posture that you don't open the door and I won't stop.

Jiang Yu kicked his legs silently, thinking indignantly: The quality of this doorbell is too good, why can't it be pressed! See if I don't tear it down one day!

Oh my God, she's going to be annoyed!

She did it suddenly, wrapped around her head, her eyelids fell heavily, her anger burned the plains, Jiang Yumo moved her tired body and reluctantly got out of bed.

She walked to the door sleepwalking, and when she opened the door, she didn't even bother to look at anyone, no matter how many seven twenty-one she fired forward: "Don't let people sleep, what doorbell to ring at noon!" If you dare to press it again, be careful, I'll call the police to arrest you! ”

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