When the town's chemical factory exploded, chemical residues were detected in the air, and nearby residents had to move out, and they all received a small pension.

Shu Zhixiang is to ask for the money from the book kite.

The book kite stiffened and stood straight in the doorway.

It turned out that Shu Zhixiang had long known that she was sick and kept all his fears in his heart. She couldn't accept it, she couldn't accept that he was in a car accident because of her.

Lin Shu always said that she was a disaster star.

There's a reason for that, too.

She is unbearable in everyone's hearts, only she herself is like a nobody, living freely. I thought that as long as she worked hard, everyone would like her.

Qiu Yang hung up the phone, turned around and saw the slowly closing elevator, and the book kite was standing inside, his eyelashes drooping, and the corners of his eyes were red.

He shouted, "Book kite." ”

She didn't answer, her hands hanging down at her sides, her eyelashes motionless, like a soulless shell.

The elevator doors closed and slowly fell.

Qiu Yang's footsteps stopped for a while, and after a few seconds, he left with a frown.

In the ward, Lin Shu was leaning on the bed, and the table next to her was full of supplements, and Nie Qing was standing, peeling oranges for her.

Qiu Yang first asked about Lin Shu's situation before asking, "Aunt Nie, why did the book kite go?" ”

He thought it was unpleasant again.

Nie Qing was stunned for a moment, and the action of peeling oranges stopped.

Lin Shu asked, "What is she coming from?" ”

After speaking, she looked at Nie Qing who lowered her head.

"Well, she just left suddenly, and I don't think her face is very good-"

Nie Qing threw away the orange, pushed Qiu Yang away and ran out.

It's still snowing outside, the book kite is out of the hospital, people come and go in front of her, laughing and playing, she keeps her head down, and keeps walking blindly and aimlessly, out of place with the world.

Shu Zhixiang had a car accident because of her, how can she accept it!

She always knew that Nie Qing hated her, but she didn't know that she hated so deeply.

Hate so much that she doesn't care about her life or death.

Maybe one day, if she really dies, they will raise a glass to celebrate!

"Book Kite—"

The voice behind him shouted in a hurry and confusion.

When the book kite heard the voice, he didn't raise his head, but continued to walk forward, like a soulless man.

Nie Qing grabbed her, and only then did she turn her head suddenly, the snow-colored coldness eroded into her eyes little by little, the yin in her eyes was revealed, and the tails of her eyes were scarlet.

"Ruan Ruan, it's not that you want to ......" She stopped blurting out the words and changed her words: "Did you hear them all?" ”

Nie Qing's voice was trembling when he asked, his shoulders were very tight, he was slightly hunched over, and his face looked much paler, without the cold and bright section of the past.

The book kite didn't reply, she raised her head a little: "Why lie to me?" ”

At the beginning, everyone's caliber was the same, Shu Zhixiang died accidentally, but no one told her that the accident came from her.

Nie Qing pursed his lips, there were a few white hairs on his sideburns, his lips opened, and he didn't say a word.

The book kite didn't want her to say it, so she asked another question and asked the obsession in her heart: "What if it's true?" ”

The doctor said that if he had been hospitalized earlier, he would have more hope of surviving, at least not as he is now.

Nie Qing raised her head, behind her was the silver white of the world, very cold, there was a trace of tenderness in her eyes, and there was a trace of question: "What is true?" ”

The book kite blinked, shook off the falling snow, and smiled: "If one day, I really get sick and die, will you be happy-"

The snow in the sky was bright, and her eyes were dark, and there was a faint dead silence hidden in them.

and disappointment with the world.

"Book Kite—"

Nie Qing's voice was both reproachful and panicked, with unknown emotions in his eyes, heavy, as if all the emotions were piled up in his eyebrows.

The book kite glanced into the distance, the snow had stopped, she didn't need an answer anymore, and the words she wanted to hear might not be heard in her life.

She was wrong, she shouldn't have been lucky, she shouldn't have been extravagant.

She suddenly raised her eyes, and her eyes seemed to have suddenly regained some strength, more like a return to the light before disappointment: "Mom, you can go in." ”

Since she was a child, she has rarely communicated with Shu Kite, and she is only stern in her habit, but this time her voice was lightened: "Ruan Ruan, don't think too much." ”

In any case, the book kite is a child, but also her daughter.

The book kite secretly raised his eyes several times, and his gaze was cautious: "I'm simple-minded, I won't think too much." ”

Nie Qing agreed: "Well, it's cold outside, hurry back." ”

Her daughter likes to drink milk, she wants sweet, she is afraid of cold, and she will wear very thick clothes when she goes out, she actually knows it.

Obedient and sensible.

She's really proud of it, too.

Shu Kite's eyes were a little sour: "You can go back too." ”

If nothing else, Nie Qing wouldn't look for her, and she wouldn't have a chance to find Nie Qing.

"Hmm."

She said two more words before leaving.

The book kite stood still, the snow stopped, the snowflakes on her head melted, Nie Qing's figure was blurring little by little, she didn't care about anything, she stared straight and boldly.

If Nie Qing turned around, she would definitely be able to see the unspeakability and reluctance on her face.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the rare snow stopped, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the temperature of the city was very low, and the snow from earlier had not had time to melt, and it was silvery and white wrapped in darkness.

That malicious video, the second exposure.

Under the warm yellow light, Yun Mo leaned on the street lamp pole, his dark eyes looking into the distance.

There are few pedestrians on the roadside, only those who return late.

A figure stumbled in the distance.

is his future wife.