"Shameless, you vixen, you compensate my brother Duoji! You are a disaster, you compensate my brother Duoji..... Now Brother Dorjee has taken his life for you, woo woo~~~ You compensate my brother Dorjee! Brother Dorjee ~~~ Woo woo, Brother Dorjee ~~~~"

One didn't notice, and the man was easily pulled under the bed by a pair of hands like pincers, and the ear was the heart-rending cursing and crying of a woman, and Ram's punches and kicks were everywhere on his body.

"If it weren't for you, Brother Dorjee..... Brother Dorjee..... How could it be possible to rush back to Corz in this weather! You pay back my brother Dorjee, you pay me back~~~~"

“......”

After a punch and kick, Wen Wanbing's small body lay on the cold floor, and there was no room for struggle.

At the eye socket, there were long fingernails slashing and stinging. I couldn't help but open my eyes slightly, only to find ......

This woman who came up indiscriminately and came up to beat her and cry turned out to be Ram!

"Woo woo~~~~"

Ram cried very sadly, and his dark face with a plateau red was full of tears. The pale yellow beeswax she wore in the middle of her head had been tilted to the side with her violent and excited movements.

Ram beside him tore her clothes vigorously, and punch after punch rained down on her head, shoulders, and waist.....

“......”

Wen Wanbing didn't resist at all, the floor was cold, as if it was an ice cube, and she was completely awake at the moment with thin clothes.

A pair of eyes stared blankly at the bright light on the ceiling, and his ears were full of the humming sound of insects, and his consciousness was still in the tenderness of the rough and gentle voice when Dorjee called her in his sleep.

"Ram, Ram, don't fight! Ah~~~ It's all bleeding! Ram, if you fight like this, you will die! ”

Someone burst into the room and shouted.

"It's all you stinky men, always protecting this vixen! You are following her day by day, will she look at you more, isn't she still in love with this Dorjee brother, the richest and most handsome brother in Colts! Woo woo woo ~~~ Brother Dorjee ~~~"

In his ears, Ram snorted and cried, crying very sadly.

“......”

Wen Wanbing was very unhappy, Dorjee didn't die! This woman knows how to cry.....

Somewhat unhappily, he looked in Ram's direction. Ben wanted to get up, but found that there was more pain in his hands and feet, and he struggled on the ground several times and didn't get up, so he simply gave up.

"This vixen is still glaring at me, Brother Dorjee has been killed by you! You're a nemesis! ”

Ram was heartbroken, looking at her gaze as if it was breathing fire, and her haggard face was streaked with tears. While speaking, he stretched out his feet and wanted to kick her, but he was stopped by several Tibetan guys next to him.

"People can't be resurrected after death, it's useless for you to beat her, and Dorjee can't come back to life!"

"That's right, Ram, it's not Brother Dorjee who was harmed by Mr. Wen, Brother Dorjee's favorite thing before his death was Teacher Wen, you beat her like this, aren't you afraid that Dorjee will come to you at night to settle accounts?"

There were a few Tibetan guys who entered the room, their faces were very raw, and Wen Wanbing was not impressed......

It's just that they keep saying something that makes people feel bored about death and life! This made Wen Wanbing very uncomfortable.

"Dorjee..... Dorjee didn't die! Don't talk nonsense! Can you go out? This is Dorjee's home! ”

Lying on the ground, his voice was low, but crisp.

These men trespassed, and the snow on their bodies and the dirt on the soles of their feet stained the cleanly wiped floor.....

"Alas....."

A tall and thin guy standing by the door glanced at her and couldn't help sighing, his eyes were complicated.

"Poor Brother Dorjee is only thirty years old, how can he be so unlucky! I have always thought that Brother Dorjee, the male lion on the grassland, could not easily pass away his life..... Alas......"

"Alas~~~~"

The group sighed sadly at the door of the room, and these words sounded like a flood beast in Wen Wanbing's ears, and they directly drowned her in an instant.

"Dorjee is not dead! What nonsense are you talking about! ”

Wen Wanbing covered her ears, not wanting to listen to these people talking nonsense anymore. The hysterical voice was sharp and crazy. Her voice was so loud that it came out of her throat and shook her heart.....

The body is really painful, even the corners of the mouth seem to be broken, the inside of the mouth is slightly sweet, and there is a strong smell of blood. The ground was very cold, and Wen Wanbing, who was only wearing a slightly thicker pajamas, lay on the ground and yelled angrily at the few people standing at the door of Dorjee's bedroom.

"What's the matter with you people? How can you hit someone? She is a policeman, and you dare to fight her? ”

There was a heavy footstep outside the door, and listening to the voice, it was Xiao Zou, Dorjee's friend.

"It's okay, Mr. Wen~~~"

Little by little, Xiao Zou's voice appeared in her ears, but Wen Wanbing felt very strange, although her eyes were open, she couldn't see Xiao Zou's figure.

Immediately after that, the person was slowly helped up and sat on the ground, and the pain in her body and face was a great irony for her at this moment.

"Xiao Zou, you say..... Can you make ..... Let them go? They keep saying those bad things, Dorjee is fine, right? ”

Leaning on Xiao Zou's arm, Wen Wanbing faced Xiao Zou, her eyes were dilated and her head was splitting.

"Teacher Wen......"

Xiao Zou's voice was low and sad, sounding very helpless!

"The police are amazing, Brother Dorjee was killed by her! When Uncle and Aunt (Dorjee's parents) came, this gentle ice couldn't eat and walked around. Hmph, thanks to Brother Duoji being so kind to you when he was alive, he actually helped this outsider speak! ”

Ram's voice was hoarse from crying, but it was still brutal, and he seemed to hate her to the core.

"Hmph~~~"

Wen Wan snorted coldly.....

How could Dorjee die!

"Xiao Zou, tell me that Dorjee's death was a joke you made on me, right?"

Facing Xiao Zou, it took a while for Xiao Zou's dark and thin face to appear in front of his eyes, and he reached out to grab Xiao Zou's arm, always not believing that Dorjee had passed away.

"And, there's ..... Have you seen Dorjee..... Dorjee's ..... They talk nonsense, you can't talk nonsense, right? ”

I wanted to talk about the body, but these two words stuck in her mouth, and she had angina pectoris, and she opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything.

"By now, do you think we're lying to you? The people of Corz already know it! If the rumor is true, you are the nemesis, and all the people around you will be killed! You pay back my brother Dorjee~~~You pay me back~~~~"

Ram had just heard Abba's story at home and was crying heartbreakingly.

Thinking of Wen Wanbing, Ram ignored the cold outside, took a few friends and went directly to Dorjee's house to ask Wen Wanbing about his guilt. The entry was smooth and the door below was not closed......

She really hates this gentle ice now, and she can't wait to pump her tendons and drink her blood! Thinking of the bits and pieces of being with Brother Dorjee before, Ram was so sad that he was about to go crazy, the more he talked, the more sad he became, the more sad he became, and at the end he cried and wanted to step forward to kick Wen Wanbing.

"Stop fighting, Ram! Teacher Wen is not lightly injured, don't fight, this Dorjee brother has just left, if this Dorjee teacher is beaten up, Brother Dorjee will be sad in the spirit of the sky......"

As a result, she was firmly held by several Tibetan guys who came with her beside her.

"When this woman didn't come to Colez, Brother Dorjee liked me the most! If it weren't for this woman, Brother Dorjee wouldn't have died at all! This is a nemesis, an orphan, and everyone around you has been killed by you! You don't know, you know you don't know....."

Ram was already crazy, and the crying voice was hoarse, sharp and hysterical.

"You lied to me~~ You all lied to me~~~ Dorjee was still calling me just now! You liars~~~~"

Wen Wanbing muttered to herself, completely unconvinced. Turning his eyes to the phone at the head of the bed, he didn't care about the severe pain everywhere on his body, got up quickly, stumbled over, half leaned on the side of the bed, and began to dial Dorjee's mobile phone.

A few number keys on the phone are obviously very big, but my hand always keeps calling, and I pressed it many times, but I still didn't press it right! Someone stepped forward and wanted to take her landline, but she didn't want it, and tightly protected the landline under her.

With his back to him, he finally pressed Dorjee's mobile phone, but the message from the other side of the phone was still unreachable. The mechanical female voice made Wen Wanbing very anxious, pressed it again and again, and the microphone was put down and picked up by her, and it kept going back and forth, but Dorjee's mobile phone was always unconnected.

"Dorjee, Dorjee..... Dorjee ..... Dorjee ....."

Calling Dorjee's name over and over again, his voice was mournful, and his heart had fallen to the bottom.

"Teacher Wen~~~ I'll take you to the Butter Tea House! Here, Uncle and Aunt are about to arrive! ”

Xiao Zou was beside him, his voice bitter. Just now, Uncle and Aunt called him and said that Dorjee's body was transported to Colz for burial.....

After all, Dorjee loved Colz so much during his lifetime, and he was a master's student at a prestigious university who had to return to this place where birds don't, and as a result, his own life!

Thinking of this, Xiao Zou couldn't help but sigh, and his eyes began to moisten again.

"Don't, I'm waiting for Dorjee here! You liars! ”

Wen Wanbing roared like a wounded little beast. Standing on the edge of the bed, motionless, his hair was messy, blood stains on his white velvet pajamas, a faint blood stain hung on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were empty but stubborn.

Holding the landline at the head of Dorjee's bed tightly, it was like a life-saving straw that a person grabbed before he died, and the back of his thin white hand was full of undried blood.

"Hmph, shameless, this is Brother Dorjee's home! What do you want to do as an outsider? ”

Ram was disdainful in his heart, and he was extremely disgusted with this Wen Wanbing, who seemed to be a little nervous after being punched and kicked by himself.

"Ram, you don't say a word! Teacher Wen, since you don't want to leave, then you stay here for a while, and I'll pick you up later! Let's go, what do you want to do at Dorjee's house? Watching the excitement? ”

Teacher Wen, who never believed in reality at the bedside, made Xiao Zou very heartbroken.

"Xiao Zou, you vixen's lackey! It's hard for you to look like this and still want to chase that vixen! Shameless, a girl's family, she refuses to leave in someone else's house! Not a single tear will be shed, this person's heart is really hard. ”

Ram's hoarse cry was filled with deep resentment.

"Let's go, let's go do something serious first, and we must take Dorjee back well! The dead are great! ”

“.......”

Wen Wanbing listened to these words in her ears, as if she was listening to someone else's story!

She didn't believe it, Dorjee didn't die!

looked at the mink coat that Dorjee liked to wear most on the wide chair at the head of the bed, stepped forward and hugged it tightly, leaning his head slightly on the long and soft mink fur of the warm light brown flower, and sniffing the residual breath of Dorjee on the clothes a little bit.

Dorjee loves her the most, Dorjee is a lion, Dorjee is the best protection of the mountain god, Dorjee will not die!

Slowly, sit on a wide chair. The back of the wide chair is carved with auspicious clouds, and the carving is delicate and exquisite. Next to the wide chair is the eagle-beaked silver kettle that Dorjee often drinks barley wine.....

The silver kettle shines through the light from time to time.

"Dorjee~~~~"

couldn't help muttering to himself, the big godless eyes were overflowing with sadness, and I wanted to cry to hold back hard, gritted my teeth, and forced the tears in my eyes back!

Outside the window, the whistling sound of the wind and snow is getting louder and louder, mixed with dry branches that blow from nowhere, and the window "crackles~~~".

Wen Wanbing in the room looked blank, and her eyes had become dull.