Are you well? ”

"I'm going to see him even if I'm sick!" Fang Chuchu blocked this excuse, "Moreover, my illness has been cured." ”

"Are you sure?" Lu Yan squinted at her. Fang Chuchu had a violent temper, "You really have a lot of things." "Immediately get up from (chuáng) and go down (chuáng). Lu Yan grabbed her ankle with a turn (shēn), "I didn't say I wouldn't let you see him." Fang Chuchu looked back at him, and Lu Yan's gaze swept her all (shēn), "It's inconvenient for you to dress like this, right?" ”

At the moment, Fang Chuchu is still dressed like that, with an upper (shēn) T-shirt and a lower (shēn) shirt. And because of the rubbing in the quilt, the shirt on the waist was already loose and baggy, and it was about to fall off if it moved a little. And at this moment, her posture is like a leopard crawling, the curve is fully displayed, and the (pì) strand is facing Lu Yan. The man tilted his head again, as if to see something in her baggy shirt.

Immediately turn (shēn) and sit down, Fang Chuchu was upright and said, "Okay." Lu Yan smiled, "Is this good!" In his hand, he was rubbing the other party's protruding inner ankle bone with his fingertips. Fang Chuchu also smiled crookedly, and the foot that was held by Lu Yan a second ago kicked up in a second.

That smile is a warning, Lu Yan had expected it, dexterously dodged the attack, raised his hands, and he surrendered, "I'll give you clothes for Gu (nǎi) (nǎi)." ”

Lu Yan knocked on the door for Fang Chuchu, and after a while, a big man in black appeared, saw Lu Yan, nodded respectfully, and when he saw Fang Chuchu, he didn't know how to respond. Lu Yan spoke, "You go down." Fang Chuchu saw the man leave, turned around and asked Lu Yan, "Are you still guarding him?" ”

"It's called foolproof, you know?"

"Will he still be able to go?" Fang Chuchu only asked, but Lu Yan didn't have anything to say.

Fang Chuchu saw that he had nothing to say, and naturally had no intention of scolding him, so she pushed open the door, and Lu Yan grabbed her again, "Are you really sure you're alone?" ”

Fang Chuchu turned his head and looked at Lu Yan, "Since I called him and he promised me to come, he didn't think about his own future, and of course he didn't think about harming me." Can you let go? ”

Lu Yan let go and frowned, "No matter what, I still don't believe that he is your brother." Fang Chuchu rolled his eyes, he couldn't reason with him, so he raised his feet and left.

(yīn) In the dark little room, she finally saw him.

Fang Chuchu looked around, and there were still windows in the suo (xìng). She went up to open the window, and the window in this basement was still the old old window, with only one leaf, and the hinge was still above the window frame, and she needed something to support it if she wanted to open the window.

Fang Chuchu looked around again and found a stick from the corner, and the length was just right. At this time, the sky was still bright, and I didn't know what time it was, except for a light above Xiao Jun's head, the basement was dim.

The texture of the wooden stick just now was not like an ordinary wooden stick, and when Fang Chuchu approached Xiao Jun, she found that her palm was already a piece of blood red, and she looked up, and Xiao Jun who was tied to the stool in front of her was also bloody. Calm down, Fang Chuchu didn't seem to dare to disturb him.

"What time is it?" He asked suddenly. The voice was still the same as before, but it didn't match his current (shēn) appearance at all. Fang Chuchu was a little relieved, it seemed that Lu Yan really listened to her words and didn't want his life.

Without hearing Fang Chuchu's answer, Xiao Jun raised his head, the light above his head was blazing, and he squinted one eye and asked again, "What time is it?" ”

"I don't know." Fang Chuchu's voice changed, and regardless of whether Xiao Jun heard it or not, she hurriedly said the following sentence: "Don't blame Lu Yan, he is all because of me, what are you going to do at me." ”

"You have a cold?" Lowering his head again, he asked.

Fang Chuchu (qíng) does not self (jìn) hold up her throat: Is her voice okay? Looking at the person in front of him, Fang Chuchu cleared his throat, "Ahem, if you promise me not to do anything to Lu Yan, I will let you out." ”

Bottom, Xiao Jun chuckled, "Then do you blame me?" Fang Chuchu was silent. Xiao Jun wanted to raise his head to look at her, knowing that his head at this time was like lifeless, weak and boneless, and suddenly fell backwards, falling on the top horizontal axis of the chair back behind him, tilting his head slightly, his eyes were completely open, and he asked persistently: "Do you blame me?" ”

Fang Chuchu looked at him quietly and replied, "Strange." ”

Xiao Jun laughed, as if he was very satisfied with this answer. "Fang Chuchu, you can blame me to show that you are not seriously ill, and you still know how to distinguish right from wrong."

The blood on his face came from nowhere, his face was full of blood, and even clotted into a bloody scab, and even his eyes were red. Fang Chuchu was one meter away from him, and he didn't dare to step forward, "Will you die?" ”

Xiao Jun's head was still resting on the bar on the back of the chair, and the light fell all over his face, and he felt more and more that the blood was bright, "I can't die." After a pause, realizing that this sentence was not convincing (xìng), he said again: "This is Lu Yan's prank, and my face is full of chicken blood." I was just...... Too sleepy. ”

Also, Fang Chuchu looked out the window, the sky was turning over the belly of the fish, she might be the only one who wasn't sleepy all night, and many times she had insomnia all night. Fang Chuchu walked up and squatted on the ground. Xiao Jun's hands were tied behind the chair, and Fang Chuchu wanted to help him untie them.

This move surprised Xiao Jun in his heart. "Didn't you say you blame me?" He asked lightly.

"I blame you, but I don't want your life. You make me sick. "Fang Chuchu's mouth is always more ruthless than his heart, that is the sentence: knife mouth tofu heart.

It was tied up with hemp rope, and it was covered with blood and dirt, which was very difficult to understand. Fang Chuchu knelt there for a while. Xiao Jun turned his head to look at her, seeing that her cheeks were red and her forehead was sweating because she was in a hurry. "They won't come in for a while," he said abruptly, and Fang Chuchu glanced up at him.

Xiao Jun retracted his gaze and straightened his head, "I see that Lu Yan (tǐng) respects you, and he won't come in if you're inside." Besides, at this time, they should all go to catch up on sleep. ”

Is that comforting her? Tell her to take her time, because no one will come, and it will be fine. Fang Chuchu didn't want to respond, but she couldn't untie it in a hurry, the rope was rough and rough, and she was about to rub out blisters with her hands. A little deflated, she squatted there for a long time and didn't move or get up.

Xiao Jun turned his head to look at her again, and the quiet Fang Chuchu always let people see her softness, and then gave birth to protection (yù) plainly. "Fang Chuchu," he called her, and this time she didn't look up, and he still looked at her in the same posture as before. "You untie that, do you think I'll be able to get out?"

Without speaking or responding, Fang Chuchu began to untie the rope again. This woman is so stubborn that she refuses to turn back after determining one thing. Xiao Jun understands her, just like she understands that he doesn't really want to hurt her.

Fang Chuchu's attention was on the knot, and at this moment, Xiao Jun was quiet, so she could focus more on it. The knot binds the wrist, and the two hands can still move dexterously. Finally, with perseverance, the first knot was untied, and she was so happy that her heart was relieved, but the next second, her heart was overwhelmed.

Those flexible hands, with a flexible twist, instantly grabbed Fang Chuchu's hand. Fang Chuchu was stunned for a moment, and wanted to pull it out, but found that the other party was trying to catch her. Looking up, Xiao Jun had returned to his normal sitting position. "Let it go." Fang Chuchu said coldly.

"Do you think I'm like a P?" He looked straight ahead and spoke quietly.

At the mention of this, the bottom of the heart that was weighed down was filled with nausea again. Fang Chuchu still had those two words, "Let go." Only this time, the cold tone had a more firm flavor.

"That's the picture I've been cherishing for years." He was so calm that it seemed that those pictures were taken often to him. Fang Chuchu sensed that the other party would ignore her, so she had to rely on herself. This time she didn't speak, and went straight to his fingers with her other hand.

"Fang Chuchu, compared this photo with the photo three years ago, do you think there are any differences?"

Ignoring it, Fang Chuchu focused on the matter at hand. She found that every time she tried to break his fingers, he would grip them tighter and wouldn't let go at all. Fang Chuchu's wrist had already had a red mark, and she could feel a trace of pain. "Xiao Jun!" She couldn't bear it, "You pervert! ”

"That's right! You didn't see the difference between three years ago and three years later, you only saw one thing, and that was that I was a 'pervert', but-" Suddenly, with the undulation of the voice, the hand behind the back of the chair suddenly slid upward, and Fang Chuchu was also pulled up. Xiao Jun also leaned back in the chair at this time and tilted his head to look at her.

His purpose in doing this was nothing more than to bring the two of them closer. Fang Chuchu stared at the other party's eyes, holding his breath for what else he could say to disgust her.

"But Fang Chuchu, why are you still the same as three years ago, which makes people have no sense of accomplishment." Fang Chuchu looked at him, his eyes seemed to be dripping blood. "How can I make you feel accomplished?" With such a question, Xiao Jun couldn't answer it again.

"Do you want me to kill you? Or call the police to arrest you? Fang Chuchu asked him, but his voice was trembling. I called the police three years ago! But what do they say, and what punishment do you get? Does it work, Xiao Jun? ”

When the tears flowed out, Fang Chuchu himself was frightened. Hurriedly wiped it off with her hands, because she had just untied the rope, her hands were stained with blood and mud, which were all on the corners of her mouth at this time. Xiao Jun saw it and couldn't bear to help her wipe it—although he couldn't wipe it at this time.

"I don't know, I don't know what else doesn't satisfy you? I quit automatically, far away from your world, why do you still come to me? Why! Fang Chuchu didn't have nothing to say, she just kept holding back, and at this moment she wanted to make it clear.

Xiao Jun also tacitly chose to be silent at the moment, as if she was asked to say enough. "This time too, I don't know where I provoked you again, you (xìng) (qíng) like to torture me when you change drastically. I'm your toy - but Xiao Jun, I'm a person, I understand that you are sick, so can you understand me for being depressed? ”

The other party was still silent, although Fang Chuchu wanted to vent, she also hoped that the other party would have a response, which was like an outlet for her to release. Otherwise, every time Fang Chuchu pulled the rubber bands long and full, they were all bounced back.

Putting his hand down heavily, this time it was Fang Chuchu who pulled down Xiao Jun. rubbed his arm against the back of the chair, and Xiao Jun just gritted his teeth and endured it at this time. "Let it go." After saying so much, Fang Chuchu returned to the original topic.

But Xiao Jun is still the same Xiao Jun, and it's not time to let it go.

Fang Chuchu immediately leaned down (shēn) and bit the back of his hand.

Xiao Jun gritted his teeth: "Fang Chuchu, I am a patient, a patient who even my sister can be (ài), you have always known this." ”

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