The things that had already been put down made Li Ergou hook up all his words.

Li Huahua and they were hunted down, Secretary Zhao was imprisoned, Hong Meier died tragically, and one by one Zongzong appeared in front of Mao Shiba's eyes like a movie, Mao Shibai really wanted to kill him with a knife, but he was not a real murderer, he was just a lackey, and his name matched very well.

Wang Xi, Bai Wanli, Zhao Shiqing's faces were clearly presented in front of Mao Shibai's eyes, and there was a voice in Mao Shiba's heart repeating over and over again, revenge, revenge.

I don't know how long it took, Li Ergou's wail pulled Mao 18 back to reality from hatred, and Mao 18 saw that five bloody handprints appeared on Li Ergou's head.

Mao Shibai let go of his hand, wiped the blood on Li Ergou's clothes, and said, take care of your own son, don't let him become a scumbag like you.

Mao 18 walked on the silent country road, and the cement pavement responded to the pouring of leather shoes, clattering.

Occasionally, a motorcycle or electric car passed by, bringing a gust of wind and golden leaves rolling all over the ground.

Mao 18 saw Tian Lili standing at the door of the school from a distance, I don't know when she changed her clothes, and the long dress in ink color reminded people of the rainy Jiangnan.

The hair is tied with a red ribbon at the back, but there will always be mischievous people who slip out and feel the autumn breath in the wind.

The setting sun shines through the trees, and the mottled red spreads on her dress, and the large hibiscus out of the water looks even more delicate.

Mao Eighteen suddenly remembered his mother many years ago, and it was also at such a dusk that his mother leaned against the door of her yard and shouted again and again, Eighteen, come back for dinner.

Mao Eighteen has never liked Tian Lili as much as he does today, and he has never felt her beauty, maybe it's all because of that woman.

It was the woman who let him know what distance was.

Maybe a few months ago, Mao Eighteen felt that the distance was shortening, but I don't know why it appeared again.

Maybe I will always be the life of eating cabbage and tofu, and there will always be a sense of strangeness when sitting in front of the carved gold-lacquered fine magnetic tableware, which is the distance between one circle and another.

Tian Lili looked at Mao Shiba's intent, blushed, and said, What are you looking at, waiting for you to eat.

After dinner, Tian Lili went out to be busy again, and Mao Shibai sat on a chair by the window, quietly thinking about his thoughts.

He felt as if he had aged a lot all of a sudden, not in his body, but in his heart, which was riddled with holes.

I don't know whose life will be as tragic as myself. During this time, I kept gaining and losing. He suddenly felt that a qiē was meaningless, meaningless. If you know that you will lose it sooner or later, why bother to have it.

The moonlight was gradually rising, and the campus was silent and could hear the crickets.

Mao 18 didn't come and remembered Yue Fei's two sentences, and last night he couldn't stop screaming, and he was shocked back to a thousand miles of dreams, and it has been three watches.

Yue Fei is sighing about life, why shouldn't he be.

Tian Lili came, walking so lightly that she could barely hear the sound.

Tian Lili sat opposite Mao Eighteen and put down the tea cup in her hand.

A fragrance came out of the transparent glass teapot, and Mao Shibai knew that it must be the Longjing before the Ming Dynasty.

Tian Lili was shrouded in moonlight, tranquil and quiet.

Neither of them spoke, but sat quietly like that.

For a long time, Mao Eighteen asked, why did you come here and give up your life of fine clothes and food.

Tian Lili took a sip of tea and said, I'll tell you a story.

Mao Shibai didn't speak, took out a cigarette from his pocket, looked at it, and put it down again.

Tian Lili took out a delicate lighter from under the table and lit it with a snap.

Mao 18 said, don't smoke it, it's not good for you.

Tian Lili said, give me one too.

Mao Eighteen was surprised. Tian Lili laughed and said, is it a very annoying thing for girls to smoke.

Mao 18 smiled, because in his impression only girls in bars smoked.

How could a girl like Tian Lili with a Jiangnan atmosphere smoke.

Tian Lili said that life seems to be happy in others, but only she knows whether she is happy or not.

Sometimes I'm upset, and occasionally I smoke one.

Mao 18 said, you will have troubles, nonsense, you are a rich lady, just worry about the new words.

Tian Lili looked at Mao 18 and said, do you know why I didn't go back.

Mao 18 said, I don't go straight.

Tian Lili said, because of my mother.

Mao Shibai looked at Tian Lili and didn't know what to say.

A cigarette was inhaled hard by Tian Lili, and the light blue smoke began to disperse.

Tian Lili said that my father was almost zero in my impression. I can only vaguely recall his general outline. You look a lot like her, at least it feels.

When I was a child, my family was very poor, and my father was sick, and I seem to remember that he always coughed, and he was very harmful.

I remember that during the Chinese New Year, I was clamoring to eat dumplings, as if my father was coughing again.

My mother cried, and I felt as if it was snowing all over the world.

Later, I fell asleep crying, but I woke up with a strange sound.

Someone outside was screaming, and I saw my father's eyes wide open.

I got up and saw a man holding my mother through the crack in the door......

Tian Lili couldn't go on anymore and took a sip of water.

Mao 18 didn't dare to look at Tian Lili, lowered his head, and saw Tian Lili's good-looking toes tangled together.

Tian Lili coughed and said, although the man has been castrated by his mother, I can still clearly remember what my mother looked like at that time.

My mother made dumplings for me the next day, but my father didn't eat them, and lay dead in bed with wide eyes.

When my father was dying, he took me by the hand and said, "Girl, don't blame your mother."

Actually, I don't want to blame her, but I can't.

After graduating from college, I didn't know what I should do, because my mother made so much money that I couldn't squander it, and I felt that my life was meaningless.

During the summer vacation of my second year in graduate school, I went to the Loess Plateau.

I like the honesty of the people there, love is love, hate is hate.

It was late when I passed by a village, there were no lights in the village, and I was too embarrassed to knock on people's doors.

As I was about to leave the village, I saw a faint light stealing from the window of a house.

I knocked softly on the door, and a little girl of eleven or twelve came out of it. Although the clothes are tattered, their eyes are as clear as the water in the heavenly pool.