The guest tattooed an eagle on his back, and when it was over, Rong Li took a flashlight, turned off the light and went downstairs. An umbrella and a box of delicately packaged cakes hung on the handrail of the staircase, and he glanced at it before passing by without squinting.

As soon as the door opened—

"Hello you, you, you!"

It was Song Daodao, the little daughter of the mayor's family, who was flustered and stammered: "I, I, I buy candy." ”

The mayor's family has four daughters, and this little girl is the most promising, graduated from a prestigious university, started her own business, and her name has spread throughout the town.

But her red-eared face and evasive eyes look like a stupid girl from the landlord's family.

Rong Li said: "It's closed, come back tomorrow." ”

She put down a bag of apples and ran away. That speed, like a 100-meter sprint, disappeared as soon as the figure slipped away.

The bags of apples resting on the ground were each large and red.

Rong Li glanced at it, picked up the bag, and threw it on the trash can not far from the door. When he was done, he turned back, turned off the lights, locked the door, and went home.

After a few steps, he stopped and looked up at the night.

It's raining again.

He turned around and went back, opened the door and entered the store, without turning on the lights, carrying a flashlight, and went to get the umbrella hanging on the handrail of the stairs, and "incidentally" carried the box of tiramisu.

The town is quiet at night, with no passers-by, raindrops and dim street lights. There is a lot of rain in the south, especially the light rain, the wind blows and disperses into rain and mist, enveloping the whole town, in the distance is the green Jade Hung Snow Mountain, near is the foggy Baidian River, the natural carving between the mountains and rivers, there is a sense of ethereal fairyland on earth.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

"Thief!"

It's a lady, asking for help.

"Catch the thief!"

Rong Li turned his head, glanced at it, buttoned up the hat of his sweatshirt, withdrew his gaze, and continued to walk his way, ignoring it.

There was a lot of noise in his ears, and he stayed out of it, without lifting his eyelids.

Why not help?

Why help? What does it have to do with him?

That's him, without empathy. The psychiatrist diagnosed that he was close to zero negative P-type personality, and the doctor also called a potential criminal who does not actively commit a crime but may commit a crime at any time.

He's a lot more dangerous than a thief.

Knock, knock, knock.

The old lady Qiuhua heard the knock on the door and came out of the hall: "Here it is, here it is." ”

The old lady opened the courtyard door.

Rong Li stood outside, holding a black umbrella in his hand, his eyes were moist on a rainy day, and his face under the sweatshirt and hat was white.

His lips are red and his face is white, and at first glance, he looks like a vampire coming out of a painting.

The old lady Qiuhua said: "Guan Guan has finished eating, and he is watching TV." ”

Rong Li carried a flashlight and entered the house.

"Just now, his second aunt has been here." The old lady said with emotion, "After the people are gone, Guan Guan will put away the golden beans, which is pitiful." ”

Rong Li's footsteps stopped, his eyes lowered, and he looked at the beam of light swaying on the ground: "He's not pitiful, what does it have to do with me?" ”

Can a person with almost zero empathy still point to him and put himself in his shoes? He has no empathy, not at all.

Rong Guanguan followed him, even if he was not taught badly, he would not be safe.

The old lady Qiuhua was stunned in place, in disbelief, although Rong Li usually has a weak temperament, he talks little casually, and he is not good to others, nor is he evil to others.

"Rong Guanguan," Rong Li did not enter the house, "come out." ”

Rong Guanguan's eyes were swollen when he dropped the golden bean: "Brother." ”

"Grab your stuff and go back."

"Oh."

Rong Guanguan went to get his schoolbag and followed Rong Li home.

An umbrella, one large and one small, one walking, one running.

Xu Tanxi was still hesitating to knock on the door.

Rong Guanguan came out of the old lady Qiuhua's house and saw her: "Sister Xu." ”

She held a red umbrella and stood under the Rong Li House, her coat was long above the knees, and she was wearing a hooded cloak of black satin and red embroidery.

She said: "The soup was stewed too much, and I gave Guan Guan a little more. ”

Rong Li didn't answer.

Rong Guanguan looked at his face before reaching out to pick up the insulated lunch box: "Thank you." ”

"No thanks."

There was a puddle on the ground, and Xu Tanxi walked down the stone steps with her skirt.

Rong Li: "Wait. ”

She stopped, and the red umbrella leaned back, revealing a looking back brow.

Rong Li put the piece of tiramisu that he had carried all the way on top of the thermos box, and said to Rong Guanguan: "You go in first." ”

Rong Guan sighed and went into the house with the soup and cake.

Rong Li took the courtyard door, put the flashlight at the door, took the umbrella, and handed it to Xu Tanxi: "Return you." ”

It didn't rain much, but it didn't stop.

Xu Tanxi took the umbrella he handed over, stood on tiptoe, raised his umbrella, and leaned towards him: "Do you have to send Guanguan away?" ”

"Hmm."

He didn't want to talk about it, so he turned around and went back after returning the umbrella.

"Sir."

He stopped: "What else?" ”

She actually has no position, but her reason can't suppress the unbearable entrenchment in her heart: "It's cold in the late autumn, Mr. be careful of your body." ”

Don't wear so little, don't get cold to your legs.

She only glanced at his legs very briefly, and he guessed it, and his eyes suddenly changed, no longer lazy, and became aggressive: "What did Rong Guanguan tell you?" ”

She just looked at him quietly, he was like a hedgehog, sensitive, sharp, and insecure, refusing to let anyone near his territory.

He stepped forward, stood in the rain and mist, and asked her in a mocking and mocking tone, "Do you sympathize with me?" ”

"It's not." Xu Tanxi's eyes didn't hide, "I just understand why you want to send Guan Guan away." ”

"Why?"

"You're afraid he'll become the second Rong Li."

He suddenly smiled, his eyes were cold: "Xu Tanxi, don't speculate about me." He stepped forward, leaned over, and leaned close to her ear, "I have too many looks that you haven't seen, don't step on my bottom line, I don't want to scare you." ”

Xu Tanxi stood stiffly under the umbrella, letting the raindrops wet the hem of her skirt.

After Rong Li finished speaking, he entered the house.

She was very different, she was the only one he could see clearly at night, she would more or less sway him, but so what? Whoever it is, it will not be his variable, a person who has fallen into hell, and the last kindness to this world is not to grab anyone's hand before dying.

"Brother."

As soon as Rong Li came in, Rong Guanguan, who was eavesdropping, immediately retreated.

He glanced at the tiramisu and ordered, "Give me the cake to eat." ”

"Do you want to eat it now?" He's so full.

"Hmm."

Rong Guan Guan was stunned: "Oh." ”

Rong Li went to the kitchen, washed his face, and when he came out, the dog outside suddenly barked, probably because he couldn't see clearly at night, his hearing was exceptionally good.

"What a coincidence, miss."

It was the guy who was smashed by him at the tattoo parlor during the day.

Rong Guanguan: "Brother." ”

The water on Rong Li's face was not wiped, and the water droplets rolled down the outline to his neck: "Go back to your room and close the door." ”