"You...... It's you ......."

"It's me."

His answer was concise and to the point, and there was not the slightest tone in his indifferent voice, let alone any waves of emotion.

Qian Xiaomo's thick eyelashes trembled, like a helpless little moth flapping its wings desperately in the wind.

Suddenly, the wind suddenly rose, and the leaves fell all over them, as if they were trying their best to hide something, and the canopy began to sway with the wind, green, like dark green deep-sea waves, and almost at the same time, a group of people suddenly came out of nowhere, all holding guns in their hands, and aimed at Qian Xiaomo.

"That's what you're for......" Qian Xiaomo looked at him, a look of disbelief in her hazy tears.

Jian Nian's heart beat wildly and then stopped abruptly, her body temperature suddenly dropped below freezing, and her hands hung down by her side and clenched into fists weakly. He wanted to step forward, but he didn't dare to step forward. Qian Xiaomo's eyes seemed to shoot two lasers at this moment, piercing Jian Nian's heart, blaming, chagrin, and the anger that the bottom line was invaded in the end...

These were all seen by Jian Nian from Qian Xiaomo's eyes, it was real, Qian Xiaomo did not hide it in the slightest.

She shook her head helplessly, stumbled under her feet, and two lines of tears rolled down from her eyes.

She was full of longing and hope, whether she was so eager to see Lian Ronglin, but in the end, she still fell into Jian Nian's trap...

The excitement she felt when she received the postcard, and the ecstasy of learning that Lian Ronglin was still alive, all disappeared at this moment.

It seems that it was just a gust of wind, and Qian Xiaomo was blown down from the clouds, and she fell to pieces, and she was in pain...

Lian Ronglin has always been a pain in her heart, because of her self-blame and guilt, Lian Ronglin was carefully protected by her in the corner of her heart. This is her private territory, a territory that no one else is allowed to set foot in. She is annoyed that she is sorry for Lian Ronglin almost every day, and she prays for Lian Ronglin every day before going to bed.

Being so pious is full of hope for Lian Ronglin, in the end, Qian Xiaomo only gets endless toying and ridicule? …

"Why are you pretending to be Lian Ronglin?"

“……”

Why, Jian Nian had no way to answer this question.

Is he impersonating? Jian Nian sneered helplessly.

His expression angered Qian Xiaomo.

She gritted her teeth and endured, completely ignoring the people around her, and squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth, but her tone became more and more difficult to suppress, "From the beginning...... You appeared in the cemetery in the United States, and until now you have appeared in front of me in the name of Lian Ronglin...... You've been impersonating him all along... Why...... Why did you have to give me hope and let me fall into the abyss of bitter disappointment? You're ...... You know that Lian Ronglin is an unspeakable guilt in my heart... You know how much I want to make amends to him, how much I want to say sorry to him personally... Even this little wish has to be ruthlessly trampled on by you again and again? ”

Jian Nian tugged at the corners of his mouth, he really had no way to answer this question.

"Sue me, Jane Nian... What do you really want? Qian Xiaomo roared, and the wind blew her messy hair.

Jian Nian was still silent, and the people around them didn't dare to act rashly.

But before anyone could react to what was going on, they only heard a crisp and heavy sound......

Syllable......

Jian Nian's head tilted to the right, the corners of his mouth on the left side were faintly red and swollen, and his face was hot and piercing...

Qian Xiaomo gasped, her right hand hung weakly beside her, her palms were red, numb and painful.

How much Qian Xiaomo hurts, how much Jian Nian hurts.

How sour Qian Xiaomo is, how bitter Jian Nian is.

He tilted his head, motionless, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if he wanted to squeeze the two brows together...

This qiē is all self-inflicted...

He bit the corner of his mouth until blood was on his lips.

Jian Nian, Jian Nian, how stupid are you to cut Qian Xiaomo's heart again and again?

Jian Nian, Jian Nian, how stupid are you to sprinkle salt on Qian Xiaomo's wound again and again?

Jian Nian, Jian Nian, how stupid are you to appear in front of Qian Xiaomo again and again as Lian Ronglin?

Are you Jian Nian or Lian Ronglin, don't you know yourself?

This time, Qian Xiaomo won't forgive you anymore...

No......

She will never forgive you again...

Jian Nian, you are really the stupidest fool in the world......

"You order..."Qian Xiaomo took a deep breath, stabilized her mind, and said sarcastically, "Let your people arrest me." ”

Jian Nian slowly raised her eyelids, the light in the depths of her pupils, were they tears?

Qian Xiaomo only hurriedly flashed this thought in her mind in confusion, and dispelled it in the next second.

Yes, how could Jian Nian shed tears?

How come, crying because of her?

Qian Xiaomo smiled bitterly, slowly raised his hands at his side, and the people around him became more vigilant with their pistols.

Qian Xiaomo was neither humble nor arrogant, not afraid of anything, spread her arms, stood facing the wind, faced Jian Nian, threw away the high heels in her hand, and muttered, "Are you going to kill me in this place?" ”

"Little Foam ......"

"Isn't that what you're for?"

Qian Xiaomo said, looking at the person holding the gun in front of her, and sneered, what is she afraid of now?

"Momo...... I just ......"

Jian Nian explained in vain, strode towards Qian Xiaomo, and at the moment when Jian Nian stood in front of Qian Xiaomo, there was only a fist of distance between the toes of the two people, almost in the blink of an eye, Jian Nian didn't realize what was happening, and a dagger was already on his neck.

Everyone was shocked, and they all aimed at Qian Xiaomo with their pistols.

If you shoot at this time, Qian Xiaomo will only turn into a hornet's nest...

“…… Little ......"

"Surrender, everyone... You're all surrounded..."

Before Jian Nian could call out Qian Xiaomo's name, not far away, Lei Ming's voice suddenly came.

Jian Nian's people were stunned, only to see another team rushing towards with uniform footsteps, surrounding Jian Nian and Jian Nian's men. Lei Ming walked in it, his expression was indifferent, but his eyes were locked on Qian Xiaomo's body.

Jian Nian frowned, and after retracting his gaze from Lei Ming, he fell on Qian Xiaomo's body again, with an unbelievable look, a heart thumping and acting recklessly. He made a lot of calculations, but he didn't calculate that Qian Xiaomo and Lei Ming would join forces to fight against him? Did they know the truth about the postcard early on?

No way...

Jian Nian looked at Lei Ming in disbelief, Lei Ming wouldn't tell Qian Xiaomo the truth, no...

"The one who called you, put down the gun..."Lei Ming roared.

Jian Nian twitched the corners of his mouth, only gave one look, and his people hesitated and slowly put down the gun in their hands.

Lei Ming strode towards Qian Xiaomo, and Qian Xiaomo withdrew his hand without continuing to threaten Jian Nian.

"Xiaomo......" Jian Nian stared at Qian Xiaomo's hand holding the knife, shaking her head helplessly, it was sour and even more bitter.

Since when has this kind of struggle forced Qian Xiaomo to such a point?

Lei Ming stepped forward and hugged Qian Xiaomo's slender waist, Qian Xiaomo came back to her senses, she was also startled by herself, and threw away the knife in her hand suddenly. Lei Ming understood what she was feeling, and the gun in his right hand was still aimed at Jian Nian's eyebrows, but his left hand held Qian Xiaomo and imprisoned her firmly in his arms, very hard, eager to hide Qian Xiaomo in his heart alone.

"When?" Jian Nian shrugged, looking resigned to his fate.

"After receiving the postcard, I just mentioned that there would be this possibility." Lei Ming raised the corners of his mouth lightly, "Pretending to be Lian Ronglin, isn't it your forte?" ”

Jian Nian's face still didn't change, and he smiled indifferently, "How can you be sure that it's a fake?" ”

"......" Lei Ming grimaced, "I just didn't rule out this possibility..."

"Oh." Jian Nian smiled meaningfully, and suddenly lowered her voice again, and her low and hoarse voice hit Qian Xiaomo's heart like a heavy bass, "Or, from the beginning, you knew that there would be no Lian Ronglin to write a postcard to Xiaomo, and even more so that there would be no Lian Ronglin to return to China to ask Xiaomo to meet......"

What the? Qian Xiaomo in his arms trembled violently.

Lei Ming hugged her tighter and tighter, "I don't know what you're talking about......"

"You know very well..."Jian Nian suddenly laughed arrogantly, and confessed to Qian Xiaomo, "The person who pretended to be Lian Ronglin was not me at first... I didn't want to impersonate anyone, from the first postcard you received, it wasn't written by Lian Ronglin, but ...... Now this man, with a gun pointed at me, but holding you... It's him, the one who has been lying to you, it's Lei Ming, it's not me... I just happened to find out about his little trick and borrowed it...... Qian Xiaomo, the person you hate now, the person you resent now, is Lei Ming... Not me... took advantage of your feelings, took advantage of your trust, it's not me, it's Lei Ming..."

How so? …

Qian Xiaomo raised her head abruptly and looked at Lei Ming in disbelief.

Lei Ming gritted his teeth and still glared at Jian Nian viciously, not looking at Qian Xiaomo at all.

"Ming...... What do he mean by that? ”

This time, Lei Ming had no way to answer.

Qian Xiaomo still asked, and couldn't wait to ask.

Lei Ming still didn't have a way to answer, he just stared at Jian Nian intently.

Jian Nian knew how lethal this truth would be to Qian Xiaomo, and Jian Nian knew that Qian Xiaomo would not be able to bear it...

Lei Ming pondered in his heart, but why did Jian Nian still say it?

Just to deal with him, does Jian Nian completely ignore Qian Xiaomo's feelings now?

Lei Ming clenched the pistol, but he couldn't hold Qian Xiaomo in his arms anymore.

She staggered back two steps and stepped out of Lei Ming's arms, looking at him with teary eyes.

Lei Ming couldn't hold back any longer, and finally met Qian Xiaomo's gaze, and muttered almost pleadingly: "Believe me......"

"Lian Ronglin is dead..."

With a low roar, Jian Nian suddenly blurted out......

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