Bai San was stunned, "What do you want to say to Miss Su?" ”

He paused slightly, "The eldest lady knows everything about Xiaosheng, and it's not your turn to talk about it." ”

"Oh?"

Han Yuhuan puffed out his cheeks and said innocently, "Do you know everything?" I even know what is going on in the village here.,In that case.,It's really bold to be able to talk and chat with you normally.。 ”

"You!"

"What's wrong with me? Don't ruin your beautiful mask. Han Yuhuan said sarcastically: "Have you always been gentle and considerate doctors? With a compassionate heart for everyone, don't let my words ruin your appearance for so many years, it's really worth the loss. ”

"What are you doing here?" Bai San frowned and said, "Are you just here to make trouble for me?" ”

"How is it possible, I just walk around casually, every time I think that you happen to be here, this really wrongs me." Han Yuhuan naturally flicked his hand away, and said with a boneless face, "Even if I came to you intentionally, how do I know, you don't sleep in the middle of the night and run into the woods to hide, this habit is not common people, even I can't derive such a temper." ”

Bai San said sadly: "In that case, why did you come? ”

"You seem to have said it over and over again, didn't I say it? Just take a casual walk, look at the scenery here, interview and take a look, can't I walk around for no reason, is it all under your attention? ”

When Han Yuhuan said this, he showed a smiling face, turned his head and looked at it carefully, and finally nodded seriously and said with a strange look, "After all, is this your village?" It's only natural for you to be in charge of what you do around here. ”

As he spoke, his hands touched his cheeks, leaving two shallow depressions, "Now, just out of curiosity, I want to ask?" ”

The cool wind slid by, smiling, a beautiful and lovely face, changed instantly, his expression was gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "What kind of feeling is it to kill the people of my own village, even if I am curious?" ”

His eyes shuttled from his cheeks, he smiled and dodged, avoiding the next steps, dancing the light from his side and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "If you are serious, how can you say that the two of us are about the same, if you can really kill, I would have done it a long time ago, why bother to come to me when I am clear?" Isn't that a waste of things? ”

As he said this, he grabbed a silver needle, and the fluorescent light that flickered in the night sky was held in the palm of his hand, and he looked at the palm of his hand, and the tip of the needle turned over a touch of blue light, sometimes with a bit of ridicule.

"Look at it, look at it, what a compassionate doctor Pudu, in fact, these little methods are really a lot, hey, if this is discovered, then what kind of mood is the person who looked at you as a living bodhisattva?"

The sarcasm between the words continued, and if he said more, he stabbed directly into the heart of the person, and he didn't mind what he said, how sharp the peanut peach was, anyway, he was also happy about such a habit Looking at the sound of the pale yellow warm sun, he suddenly heard the action, and found a number by the foot, slowly fell down, and threw the silver needle in his hand at will.

"Okay, I didn't mean to mock you, and I didn't mean anything else, just curious to ask, how did you feel about killing your entire village?"

Just fell such a flower, so it stepped on that branch, rolled backwards quickly, and disappeared in an instant after a few breaths.

Even if it is such a deed, you have to seize the opportunity of the last sentence to speak, and stab the other party with a knife, the scar in your heart, only the young man can bear to do such a thing.

Bai San lowered his eyes and was silent.

Let the figure leave his sight, I don't know how long it took, the cold wind blew his clothes with the wind, there seemed to be a bright light in the sky, and a shadow slowly flowed out between heaven and earth, quietly climbed to his shoulder, shining a few rays of light.

Turning his head and lowering his head, he looked at the halo on his shoulder, which seemed to be softly shrouded in his torso, as if he had been covered with a layer of light wheel, a specially made garment.

The deliberate design makes it more soft and considerate, and there is a different kind of demeanor at this time, shaking his lips slightly, and at that moment, there seems to be a trace of blood, flowing out of his lips, flowing down and crossing the corners of his mouth.

Staring at the real village, looking at the strange-shaped houses arranged and looking at the lines in them, I can't help but feel a haze in my heart.

"Xiaosheng..."

It seems that there is something to say, but when the words come to your mouth, you don't swallow them hard, and walk down your path, regardless of the muddy water splashed on the hem of your trousers, and you get dizzy in an instant, and the edge only goes down that road.

The route he walked was extremely familiar, and every road that came into his eyes was a place he had been nostalgic for, how could he not be familiar with the road that his hometown had played and harassed, how could he not be clear?

Looking at the walls that had long been broken, except for those that had long been loosened by the wind, there was no different kind of desolate plan in his heart, and there was no strange bitterness flowing in his eyes.

When I was young, the child who only knew how to laugh and play and make noise passed by, and it seemed that an afterimage cut through his eyes, and he could still see such laughter and laughter when he went through the mountains, and he went up and down the hollow and hollow, and the road that had already been defeated was placed in front of him, without any trace of human speech, and even his own footprints seemed a little dilapidated.

He raised his hand to cover his heart, but he was tightly pressed against his mouth.

The village where he grew up from this beginning, and he turned all this destruction into smoke and dust with his own hands, even if it was a trace of his once light rain, there is no way to keep it.

In the long-broken walls, there seemed to be traces of the spraying that had been sprayed, and it seemed that the blood was still flowing in the strong wind, and it had been washed thousands of times, but that kind of blood red could never completely disappear from his heart.

It will only become more and more far-reaching, and with the flow of time, the bean skin eaten again and again will fall into his heart impetuously, every trace, every yard in that extremely similar place, but he can see different traces, and the blood-red piece pierced into his mind.

He was able to clearly recognize what he had done, and that the sins he had created would still flow.

Even if he has seen too much and experienced too much. After those winds and snows and rains, but this was once the most primitive, the most shackled shackles hit his shoulders, there was no way to leave, tightly buckled his heart that was thirsty for salvation, and there would never be any dissipation again, so the real-time growth of Zhejiang University was tightly tied.

Only at the moment of death, these sins are carved into his heart one by one, and they are engraved into his moment, even if they are completely dissipated, there is no way to disappear completely, and they will slowly become clearer with the passage of time.

I am used to seeing the bloody rain and knock on those unprovoked killings, but what I care about the most in my heart is everything I have created with my own hands in this small village where I was born and between the world where I grew up.

Where can he have a reason, all the people in the village are killed, how can he be willing to disappear all his relatives and friends, there may be only this choice, there is no other way to move.

But if there is a way to change, if there is a subtle path in front of him, he will go through everything, and instead of doing this, he knows that there is nothing wrong with what he is doing. The sins of the past tense are borne on oneself, but for this heaven and earth are the evidence of the truth.

But there is no way to really use such words to say your heart quickly, and there is no way to let yourself get any comfort from the risk of downloading this article, so I can only keep hitting myself, it seems that friendship is an axe, and I slammed my backbone fiercely, and I made a gap between the bones.

His hand was tightly covered in his mouth, as if he could not read any words, but his ears could not help but remember the sound he had heard, and it hit his ear again and again, ringing in his eardrum.

Even if it's tearing out his ears with his hands and covering them with blood. Even if the painful blood had already flowed into his ears, there was no way to erase his screams.

It's like no matter what kind of thing you do, no matter how many needles pierce your eyes, there is no way to erase the once distorted face and the life you accept with a wave of your hand.

Even if his eyes had turned a light gray, there was no way for him to erase the sights he had seen, and all those angry curses and deaths had been transmitted to his heart, and there was no way to discard the memories.

He will never be able to escape the shackles of this way, as if fate has already destined the direction of all of them, and no one has any right to change, and the end has already been settled. It's like a chess game.