Two hundred and two chapters
The light green silk scarf is silky and fastened on the wrist.
Buckled on the hibiscus white jade-like wrist, the snow-white arm could see the direction of the flow of blood vessels, and the cyan traces flowed downward, while the words of blood deficiency were red and transparent, as if they were crystal-like.
Han Yugu grabbed the wrist with his hand and gently buckled it directly on the pulse of the opponent's wrist.
"What's wrong?" Where did Su Bairan understand the other party's mood fluctuations, and how could he see the prosperity of the sea of people in his heart, he just asked in a daze, "Are you really that uncomfortable?" Why don't we go to the doctor and don't give up on treatment. ”
Hearing these soft words and thoughtful words, Han Yugu instantly let go of the other party's hand, lowered his head slightly, and bit it gently.
"No, there's nothing uncomfortable about me, it's Miss's overly glamorous posture, which fascinates me for a while, and I'm a little silly to see."
"Haha. Polite. ”
In modern society, as long as you are on the street, anyone who is a woman must be called a beauty.
Otherwise, you won't know what you're beating for.
Boasting about good looks is already a daily operation, and really beautiful people are called young ladies.
Su Bairan was completely in the polite stage of such a statement, and he didn't understand what kind of thoughts the other party was trying to express.
I was still thinking about the other party in my heart, maybe it was because something was shaking, I was thinking about something, and it was inconvenient to talk to myself too carefully about things in the business field, so I turned the topic here.
Since there is nothing uncomfortable in the body, it is better not to ask too much, after all, the other party is also a businessman, and maybe there are some secrets in the business field that should not be touched by yourself.
She also said politely: "Look at what you are talking about, your face is also extremely delicate and handsome, why do you need to say that?" ”
Su Bairan left such a paragraph, it was a natural way forward, I didn't expect to see the person behind me, and his face was already covered with red clouds.
The blue weather turned around in a black arc, drawing the momentum of the broken sky, and a line of geese sang proudly.
A fingertip tapped a door, instantly leaving a greasy stain on the finger.
It seems to be stained with a little dust, which is extremely disgusting.
Su Bairan loosened the tip of the pen slightly, looking at the stain in his hand, "What, it's not that I'm hypocritical, but I think this must be the kitchen." ”
It's too obvious that the fumes are sticking directly to your hands? There are so many on the door, do you dare to bury a little more.
How can you say that it is also a summer house, and it is seriously lived, right?
There's no need to be so dirty, right, it's just a little cleaning once in a while, and you don't make a big broom completely when you leave?
Besides, don't you really send someone to take a casual look? Doesn't such a large houseless house need to be repaired every day?
How rich is the Su family, it doesn't matter if such a big yard is thrown here, and there is no need to do even the minimum cleaning, is it necessary to step on the foundation like this?
It also looks like it has been carefully revised, and the surrounding lawn is extremely tightly cut.
Why don't you even clean the kitchen here, don't you usually use it? Or do you mean that when you open the door, you don't get any fumes on your hands at all?
Su Bairan smiled slightly apologetically at the person next to him, stretched out his hand and opened the door.
"I'm sorry, but I don't often hit here in my house..."
His eyes slowly looked into the lake as he pushed the door open, and the words that came out of his mouth turned into an emergency pause, and his eyes looked straight ahead.
The old and dreary house opened up a ray of sunlight, and the light instantly rushed into the gap, slightly expanding space.
A little light slowly spread on the floor, and the old floor was already curled up to the edges.
The bottom layer of his bottom has leaked out, it is extremely poor material, and the traces of corrosion can already be seen, and the stripes of wood on it are mostly intricately placed, and the floor above it has long been impossible to see what it was originally like.
The dull smell hit the face, and the dust instantly fluttered into the distance.
The dust fluttered away in an instant with the flow of the air, and the place where the light shone could still see the scene of the dust falling in a split way, and under the oblique flickering of the sun's rays, the golden light shone actively and dazzlingly, and from time to time it shook to see the dirty appearance of several of them.
There were several large stalls on the wallpaper, and from the initial edge to the boss's one.
It can also be regarded as hanging on the wall, only the edge gap closest to the ceiling, you can still see the original wall, which is made of wood, but the wood is also old and black and purple, and it is impossible to see what the original appearance is, but you can vaguely see from the neat arrangement, you can see that the original is still a serious and tidy room.
The surrounding edges were empty, and only a few large blankets on the wall could be seen, extremely gorgeous, and there were some embroidery patterns chasing them.
It looks like a Persian carpet.
There are strange patterns.,Objects that seem to be written in them.。
But it is difficult to distinguish the feelings, what kind of words are the same, strange twisters, it seems to deflect some kind of code, and under the overlap of each other, it is even more difficult to distinguish the meaning of it.
Colors swam in it, some of them had already penetrated into the adventure, tightly intersected, and the dust adhered to them, and the brilliance of them could not erase the beauty that had already existed in them.
The empty loneliness, sultry and fiercely buckled into the heartstrings, just a glance, the bitter feeling of emptiness and loneliness, is instantly surged into the heart, fiercely picked the shoulder, unable to break free in the heart.
As his eyes passed, a slight panic flashed in his heart, and the taste of loneliness in his mind instantly came to him, knocking on the door of his head tightly.
Depressed and silent, without any breath of life, like the loneliness ushered in at the time of death, a deep and quiet and gloomy breath swept in, and the taste of ruin did not linger.
Su Bairan only heard his own heartbeat, jumping regularly, as if the broken floor was constantly jumping in it, and every touch would be stained with a lot of dust, and it could pass in an instant, without any room for struggle, and it enveloped his heart fiercely.
"Miss."
The cold jade bone hit the other party's shoulder before.
Su Bairan was clever before he reacted, and immediately moved the realization to a distant place.
The hand lightly slapped on the heart, and it took several breaths in a row to react, and in that moment he seemed to have entered the Infernal Land, without any signs of life, only a dilapidated nothingness.
The footsteps stepped into an instant, as if at that moment he had given up hope of his own life, and he didn't think about what kind of thoughts he had at all, so he could only wait for the final interrogation at that moment in solitude.
The end of life seems to have been deeply imprinted at this moment, and it did not give itself any room for struggle, and it hit the bones deeply, but did not let myself have half a point of stay.
There was a heavy iron chain on him, tightly fastened, dragged into the lonely and empty space, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't do it, as if on the road of life, he would eventually die, even if he knew all his strength, there was no way to break out of the law.
"Whew!"
exhaled a breath of turbidity, and reluctantly pulled his wandering mind back into the shell, and pieced it together, finally pieced together the original thoughts.
Su Bairan said with palpitations, "What kind of place is this?" ”
"It seems—" there was a slight hesitation in Han Yugu's tone, "There used to be a fireworks, but then it was completely sealed. ”
Su Bairan heard the other party's soft voice, and gradually regained some calmness, and his eyes were forgotten.
The old thing was dilapidated, without any breath of life, and not even a trace of wind could not be completely stayed.
can only lose the value of life in that moment, and there is a barely lingering breath in it, and there is only the dust that has already fallen from the old dust.
Where can you see that there is still a delicate design?
And the exquisite and neat decoration of the ingenious decoration, where can you see the external elegance, and this exterior and the house, seems to be separated from the two worlds, this door is the key to open the world.
I saw that it gently brushed the side of the door, leaving behind an obvious oil-stained existence, and it seemed that it must have passed through the fire in this room.
It is even said that at least there has been some contact with the oil, otherwise it is impossible to produce such oil smoke.
I just swept the place where I looked, but I didn't see any equipment that could be used for cooking.
The floor had long since been curled and deformed, and all of it had been lifted, and the wood had curled up together, and there was no sign of what had been done, and the walls were all covered by blankets, and even on the walls there would not necessarily be any visible marks.
When did the fumes stay? How long did you stay?
The Su family's house, from the outside, is often cleaned and cleaned up, and there is no trace of it.
Looking at the curl marks on the floor, and the dust on the tapestries, the black pressure flew in the air.
I'm afraid it's been a few years since I was serious, maybe there was a fire many years ago.
It's just that now there is no trace of any previous existence, and only the oil smoke that stays in the crack of the door can verify that there was such a existence.