Lin Ran shook off his hand, turned around, and leaned back against the wall: "I'm sorry for me?" Her voice was very low, and the long tail seemed to tremble a little, but her gaze was very firm, "Since you know, why don't you apologize with death?" ”

Wu Ziping's shoulders relaxed and smiled bitterly: "How much does it mean for a person like me to live?" ”

Lin Ran's breathing paused, turned around, looked at him with some indescribable expression, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "Let's go, don't appear in front of my eyes again." ”

Wu Ziping finally glanced at her again, that glance was so deep, but he turned around and left without saying anything, and the two of them didn't talk again. There was a long distance in between, and the shadows were hit against the wall by the light of the flashlight, and it was impossible to tell who was more defeated than whom.

In my memory, the man indulged with a little helplessness and gentle smile, the white shirt that seemed to be so clean that it would glow in the sun, the cold humorous words everywhere, the silent lighting of a cigarette on the fingertips, as if immersed in the old things of distant times, were as distressing as if they were immersed in the old things of distant times......

Lin Ran closed her eyes, she hated Wu Ziping to the core, but it was undeniable that when she didn't know the truth under the prosperous surface in the past, she really trusted this man.

She originally thought that she didn't remember the events of that long ago, but she had been recalling them little by little recently.

Lin Ran had a feeling of wanting to cry regardless of it, but in the end she still suppressed it, she stood up slowly against the wall, raised her head again, there was no water in her eyes, she was very calm, walked to Zhou Huai'an's side, thought about it, and simply sat down, wrapped her coat tightly, and dozed off.

Zhou Huai'an woke up suddenly, and the unique siren sound of the fire alarm and the sharp voice of unknown people in his dream seemed to be still lingering in his ears, and there was a momentum of lingering around the beam for three days without an endless aftermath. He pinched his eyebrows and casually pressed the fluorescent switch on the small alarm clock on the bedside table, it was past three o'clock in the morning.

Zhou Huai'an sat up, I don't know if it was because he took most of the day in that gloomy old house during the day today, and was secretly put down again, which led to this out-and-out nightmare.

Lin Ran was tossed so much that she didn't lose her life...... It's really a skill that people can't look like and the sea can't fight.

In the dead of night, people may be particularly vulnerable - especially on cold nights, Zhou Huai'an suddenly remembered that people who are connected to his blood maybe, maybe, ......

It turns out that he is so similar to Lin Ran, they ...... Freemasonry.

Zhou Huai'an wrapped in a quilt and thought nonsense, in fact, Lin Ming gave him a letter a long time ago, saying that if something happened to him, let Zhou Huai'an take care of Lin Ran and Zhou Xixue for him, and some time ago he also knew that Lin Ran's stepsister was actually not at ease in that high school, and he was planning to find trouble for Lin Ran, this matter is big or small, he originally wanted to ask.

But then he was too busy, and now things must have some ambiguous cooperation with people and things in the gray area, and the capital in the hands of those people is transferred under his nose, and even some of them cannot be put on the table...... These things that were stained with copper and power easily diverted his attention.

He didn't want to do it, but he had to.

Then Zhou Huai'an was frustrated and found that he couldn't sleep.

He slowly scrambled to his feet, the wound on his back still aching, reminding him of his constant connection to the world, and he carefully pushed the covers away, then moved over and pushed the door open.

When he woke up there in the afternoon, he found that Lin Ran was beside him, still in a coma, and the person who came didn't know what the purpose was, and the box he was holding had not been taken away.

The two of them went back to the city overnight, and Zhou Huai'an went directly to the best hotel in the city to open a suite in order for the pale-faced Lin Ran to feel better, anyway...... This little money is nothing in his eyes.

I wanted to go to that little living room and sit for a while, studying the magazines and newspapers on the table...... Or, studying the contents of this box, but I don't know why, the ghost sent another door to see how Lin Ran slept.

The house was next to the courtyard of the hotel, and there were good blackout curtains, but the owner didn't seem to have drawn them well, so the curtains had a small slit, and the quiet and faint light from the window hit the furniture and people. 139 Chinese

She had her shoulders in her mouth, some of her hair scattered disheveledly over her face, one hand next to her face, one hand dangling in the air, palm up and hanging to the side. The hands were very beautiful, but the owner did not care much about them, and there were thin calluses on them.

Looking at her, Zhou Huai'an suddenly thought of the past, when Zhou Xixue and him had not yet had a fight, and the little girl wore a bow headband on her head, and her smile was sweet and clean.

At that time, he was not very old, even with Feng Dezhao, who he had seen that day, it was the time when he was in high spirits.

He shook his head and walked over to cover Lin Ran's uncovered quilt for her.

No matter how beautiful the two of them look to outsiders, they are just two poor people who have been left behind.

It's a pity that Lin Ran's defense system is too good, when Zhou Huai'an was still two meters away from her, the person who was sleeping soundly on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the eyes that were half-open and half-closed when she was awake and looked lazy were actually more alert than ever, without a trace of sleepiness.

With just one look, Zhou Huai'an re-realized what kind of person she was...... It turned out that the quiet and good-looking sleeping face was the same as the Buddha she showed on weekdays, after all, it was an illusion. Zhou Huai'an shrugged: "Your quilt fell to the ground." ”

Lin Ran made a vague sound in his throat, to the effect that he knew, his eyelids drooped again, and his body curled up in his original position relaxedly, but he didn't care about the quilt at all.

Zhou Huai'an was silent, not knowing whether she was really awake or just pretending to be awake. He sighed, took his steps, picked up her quilt and set it up, and unconsciously tugged it, turned and poured himself a glass of water, and went back to the bedroom, apparently forgetting what he had been doing when he had slipped out......

Then I fell asleep - it turned out that the exercise of covering Lin Ran with a quilt helped treat insomnia, and sure enough, the world was so big that there were no surprises.

For the next half night, Lin Ran had been dreaming of the back of an emaciated man in a daze, at first she thought it was Mo Zhi, but the man's upright posture, with the feeling of carelessness and laziness that Mo Zhi did not have, but it was like carrying something, heavy and difficult.

The back was very familiar, Lin Ran tried hard to catch up, but there was always a distance, and she felt as if she had been watching the man's figure for a long, long time...... For a lifetime - until the first rays of the morning sun fell on her face.

She lay on the bed in a daze, looking at the snow-white roof, her mind was blank, only a fragment of the man's back was left, and there was a vague ...... A familiar feeling.

She suddenly remembered that it was the back of her father Lin Ming. And she was mistaken for Mo Zhi.

Zhou Huai'an knocked on her door, poked his head in and announced: "Get up and clean up, breakfast will be left on the table for you." He wanted to retreat after speaking, but he accidentally saw Lin Ran's face. He had seen the pretentious enthusiasm on this girl's face, he had seen cruelty and hatred, he had seen the meanness, but he had never seen such a little overwhelmed, sad and confused expression.

Zhou Huai paused, but still asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Lin Ran was silent, her eyes still staring straight at the ceiling. Zhou Huai'an stood at the door for a while, couldn't wait for her answer, and had already decided to leave, but suddenly heard Lin Ran ask in a hoarse voice: "Where did you meet Feng Dezhao?" ”

Zhou Huai'an thought about it, and still answered her truthfully: "At a banquet a long time ago, with your father. ”

Lin Ran seemed to unconsciously answer: "How is his body now?" ”

Zhou Huai'an sighed: "I'm dying." ”

Lin Ran's face was still expressionless, the corners of his mouth seemed to be raised mechanically, and his gaze did not move without moving: "If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, how good it is." ”