The world is quiet, the shallow sound of a stream.

There is a thatched hut by the river, Shu Zhixiang hums a little song, fertilizes the blooming flowers, and the book kite lies on a rocking chair to bask in the sun.

There was smoke in the house, and Nie Qing called them to eat.

There was also a man standing in the kitchen, very tall and with a wide back, and the book kite wanted to go in and see what he looked like.

Someone behind her suddenly called out to her: "Sister." ”

The book kite was awakened by fright, sweat towels, and looked out the window.

It was gloomy and dim outside the car window, and under the dim yellow light, there were two people standing, who seemed to be chatting well, and Ke Lan grinned at the corner of his mouth.

Inexplicably, some of them are right.

The book kite took off the clothes covering his body, only to realize that it was in the car.

How did she get back?

Is it Yun Mo? Shu Kite looked at the person chatting with Ke Lan outside the window, and she remembered that it was Yun Mo's team member.

The book kite smiled bitterly, and his heart was uncomfortable.

She pulled out the cigarette case from her coat pocket, and the light of the lighter illuminated the contours of her face, which was bloodless, and the reddish lipstick could not hide the pale lips.

The smoke was filled, and the book kite sucked a little hard, choking on a dry itch.

The sound of knocking on the car window "knock" came to his ears, and the book kite looked out of the window and lowered the window. Directly facing the man, he had bottomless eyes, a cigarette in his mouth, and a little weak-hearted.

She looked evasive, and looked away.

It's really him!

Yun Mo threw the water in his hand into her arms through the car window, without much expression, holding the fine cigarette at the corner of her mouth between his two fingers, and resolutely threw it away.

Inadvertently touching her lips, her lips were cold and piercing: "If you feel tired of being alive, I can help you." ”

It's like narrating an extremely ordinary thing, and there is still no superfluous demeanor.

Shu Kite was stunned, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "The addiction is up." "If you don't smoke, it's worse than death.

For her, cigarettes are more useful than good medicine, and the effect comes faster.

Yun Mo paused, raised his eyelids, and looked at him with burning eyes: "If you can't die, just endure it." ”

Book Kite: "......"

One word came to her mind.

Don't be angry.

Yun Mo didn't look at her again, straightened up his police hat, and his slender hand reached into the pocket of his police uniform, took out a fruit candy, and peeled it off.

The windows were open, and the wind was blowing in, and with the cold wind came in a hand.

After a little warmth and numbness on the lips of the book iris, the sweetness in the mouth spread, through the throat, permeating the bottom of the heart.

Her pale little face suddenly became hot and a little rosy.

Ke Lan poked his head under the street lamp in the distance, taking everything in his eyes, with an expression of discovering a new continent.

The atmosphere of the two of them, there is a situation!

Jian Xiao looked at Ke Lan's eyes widening and blinking, with a colorful expression, and lowered his head and smiled.

Yun Mo leaned on the car, peeled a piece of candy and threw it in his mouth, the street lamp stretched the shadow very long, he didn't look at her, "You faint blood?" ”

The wind blew away the coolness in the words, and the book kite was silent for a long time without speaking.

She guessed that Ke Lan should have lied!

The book kite scratched the tip of his nose and casually said nonsense: "Well, it's serious." ”

Yun Mo didn't ask anything more, his eyebrows stretched, and he said lightly: "Is it better now?" ”

She replied, "Much better." ”

The book kite replied very slowly, and her voice was mixed with too many feelings that she couldn't understand herself.

The only thing she knew was that she didn't want to lie to him, not at all.

She thought that if one day she died quietly, in this cannibalistic world, Yun Mo should be the only stranger who gave her warmth.

Yun Mo took out a handful of candy from her pocket, colorful and fruit-flavored, and put it in her palm: "If you are addicted to smoking, eat one." ”

He doesn't like cigarettes and never touches them. I don't want her to touch this kind of thing as a girl.

In Yun Mo's eyes, there is no difference between smoke and poison.

There were only a few pieces of candy in the palm of his hand, and the book kite counted them, seven of them, but they were heavy.

"Okay."

She replied solemnly and earnestly.