The two of them entered the house in this way, and the knife took advantage of the situation and closed the door with his backhand.

To Ding Lan's surprise, after entering the house, the knife did not continue, but pushed her away with a sharp force.

It's just that his hands didn't leave Ding Lan's body, and his two big hands, like two red-hot iron tongs, grabbed Ding Lan's shoulders like that, slightly painful.

At that moment, Ding Lan saw himself in the eyes of the knife.

Only yourself!

The knife was gloomy with a face that seemed to be able to hang down in the next second, the green tendons on the forehead burst out, the thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and the lines of the whole face were hard as if they could cut out the edges and corners.

Ding Lan looked at such a knife and suddenly laughed.

"I've been waiting for you!"

Ding Lan said softly and softly, like a feather, gently brushing the heart of the knife, but like a heavy hammer, smashing his chest fiercely.

At this moment, from Ding Lan's smile, the knife finally saw a different toughness and camouflage from usual.

Although there may be a role of K powder behind this laughter, the knife has long been sunk and does not want to wake up.

His eyes, which were as deep as night wolves, tightened suddenly, and the knife took a step forward and approached Ding Lan.

The distance between the two was suddenly pulled in, and Ding Lan could clearly smell the faint smell of tobacco on the knife, which made you intoxicated, and that made people feel at ease.

Then, Ding Lan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and heard the low and heavy voice of the knife as if it was mixed with gravel, slowly rippling in his ears little by little.

He said:

"Ding Lan, you see clearly, who am I?"

Ding Lan giggled, but his eyes were extremely clear and determined, like a child who couldn't lie:

"Small, knife!"

Ding Lan's answer made Xiao Dao's eyes suddenly deep and hot, such an answer seemed to be in his expectation, and it seemed to be unexpected.

Therefore, he had a little uncertainty, and clenched Ding Lan's shoulders even harder, word by word:

"Who are you waiting for?"

Ding Lan paused, as if she noticed that Xiao Dao's reaction was a little too solemn and reverent, and she immediately restrained the smile on her lips. Stretching out his arm like a water snake, he firmly hooked the neck of the knife, and slowly opened his lips:

"You!"

"Who am I?"

"Knife ......"

Before the end of Ding Lan's last word "knife" could be completely spit out, he was kissed by the knife and sealed his lips, swallowing all the words and emotions in silence.

The knife closed his eyes and sucked Ding Lan's soft and hot lips hard, he didn't care, he didn't want to, it didn't matter if she was drugged, awake or hallucinating, as long as at this moment, she had herself in her eyes and in her heart, it was enough!

What follows is always out of control.

From the living room to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the balcony, from the balcony to the bathroom, it seems that every place in Ding Lan's room has left the shadow of the two when they are in love.

Until the end, Ding Lan fell asleep in the crook of the knife's arm.

Ding Lan in his sleep looked calm, his fierce breath was gone, and he was as safe as a child.

The knife looked at Ding Lan in his arms so quietly, and the light in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

The passion faded, his sanity gradually returned, and the knife couldn't help but start thinking. At this moment, her honesty doesn't know if it's really because of the drug.

But when the medicinal properties passed, what about Ding Lan coming to his senses?

Will it become the indifferent, unapproachable, Ding Lan covered in hard armor again?

The knife had a little headache, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and rub the corner of his forehead.

Whether it will be or not, this time, he will not let go again.

Never!

……

When Ding Lan woke up, it was already the night of the second day.

This time, as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the knife lying beside her, but instead of sleeping, he was half-leaning on the head of the bed, and the contours of the side of his face were as deep as if he had been cut with a knife and axe.

There were no lights on in the room, only a faint glow of fire, jumping on the tip of the knife's fingers.

At that moment, Ding Lan suddenly felt very calm in his heart.

Maybe this man didn't know that at the moment when he was on the verge of collapse and wanted to end his life, it was him, his voice, and his face that saved him!

Ding Lan only felt that a piece of ice in his heart was slowly melting, and gradually became a pool of water, gently rippling.

After smoking a cigarette with a knife, he turned around and snuffed it out, and when he looked back, he saw Ding Lanqing with a pair of watery eyes, looking at himself for a moment, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Awake?"

"Hmm!"

Ding Lan let out a word from his throat in a low voice, and then found that his voice was a little hoarse.

Hearing something strange, the knife pursed his lips, silently walked out of bed, and went to the living room to pour a glass of water for Ding Lan. Ding Lan took the water cup, drank it in one gulp, and when he handed the cup back to the knife, he suddenly said a sentence:

"Knife, accompany me somewhere."

Xiao Dao's body stiffened, and he faintly felt that Ding Lan seemed to want to tell him something, so he nodded.

The night was dark, the neon was flashing, the knife was driving, driving on the streets of M City in a hurry, Ding Lan sat in the co-pilot's seat, lazily supporting his head with his arms.

She rarely has such a quiet time, Xiaodao looks at it from time to time from the corner of her eye, and always feels that today's Ding Lan is not much the same as usual, but she seems to feel that the one around her at this moment is the real Ding Lan.

That lonely soul hidden under hard armor and cold edges!

The car drove all the way out of the city and into the suburbs.

At the gate of Xishan Cemetery, the knife stopped the car steadily, and the two people got out of the car.

Coming to the cemetery at this time, indeed, coming to a place like the cemetery at this time will make people feel surprised. But Ding Lan was coming, so Xiaodao didn't ask anything and brought her.

Because he knows that Ding Lan will not make trouble for no reason.

The two of them walked side by side in the cemetery, walking quietly in the cemetery, rows of cold and solemn tombstones, but they could not disturb Ding Lan's mood at the moment.

The moment she decided to bring the knife here, she planned to tell all her past.

She wasn't worried, the knife would be disgusted or even far away from her when she knew it.

She believes in her eyes, and she believes in knives.

So, the two men walked all the way to a granite tombstone before they stopped.

Ding Lan didn't speak immediately, just slowly squatted down, and when the knife saw this, he couldn't help but take a closer look at the tombstone.

Oddly enough, on it, there is only one photo, but there is no inscription.

You know, such a tombstone can be regarded as an anomaly. It's just that the appearance of the woman in the photo is so similar to Ding Lan's eyebrows and eyes, so it is not difficult for Xiaodao to imagine what the relationship between the two is.

It's just that he doesn't even engrave the inscription, it really looks like Ding Lan's style of acting.

The knife was secretly thinking to himself, and Ding Lan's voice came faintly:

"It's my mother lying here!"

The knife pursed his lips, and Ding Lan then continued to speak:

"Knife, I brought you to see my mother because I wanted to tell you about my past!"

The knife slowly squatted down, right next to Ding Lan, stretched out a hand, and held it tightly in her hand.

Ding Lan didn't look back, nor did he respond, just stared at the tombstone so quietly, and slowly told about his unrecognized past......

Ding Lan's mother, in today's standard terms, is an out-and-out junior.

When she was pregnant with Ding Lan, Ding Lan's father had his own family and children, but Ding Lan's mother did not hesitate to use methods such as pregnancy and childbirth to coerce this man in order to keep him by his side.

However, the result is very different from the ideal.

Ding Lan's birth did not make Ding Lan's father have the slightest joy, but began to dislike Ding Lan's mother, and even directly proposed to break up.

In Ding Lan's memory, the first time he saw his father, and the last time, was when he was five years old.

Her mother took her to her father, but when he saw her, he was even more indifferent than the beggars on the street.

He said that she was not his daughter, and then resolutely walked away.

Ding Lan's mother therefore blamed all the blame on Ding Lan, and because of the long-suppressed emotions, gradually, the spirit began to become abnormal.

The young Ding Lan could only get along with her mother carefully, but even so, her mother finally left her ruthlessly and ended her life in the cold bathtub alone.

Until now, Ding Lan can clearly remember seeing his mother soaked in red blood water in the bathroom, looking hideous.

Ding Lan was later sent to an orphanage.

But she never spoke to anyone, nor did she communicate with anyone, she only painted, and all her emotions and words were pinned on the paintings.

It's just that the tones used in her paintings are very gray and gloomy, which makes people feel inexplicably suffocated when they look at it.

Later, she was adopted by a good friend of her mother's life, and she grew up like this. Although Ding Lan's personality at that time was also a little cold, it was definitely not like now.

The matter of her parents has long been deeply imprinted in her heart, so she never dares to touch her feelings easily.

went to college, and there were countless boys who pursued her in school, but Ding Lan never even looked at it, and she even thought that the most suitable person like herself was to die alone. c≡c≡

Until, that man appeared!

That man let her know what it means to be pampered and what it means to be happy, Ding Lan once thought that she could really get rid of the shadow of her parents in the past and embrace life again.

She willingly gave herself away, because she is such a person, once she loves, she has no reservations.

It's a pity that the man who took her to heaven threw her to hell one day!

Because, he told her personally, he was married!

At that moment, Ding Lan seemed to have returned to the time when she was five years old, and her father looked at her and her mother with disgust, disgust, and even contempt.

She, like her mother, became a third person!