Xi Yuan chattered for a long time, and became more and more angry, and finally threw the door out with a loud noise.

The world is quiet again.

A little sparrow landed outside her window today.

The scenery outside the window is snowy at first, then the snow melts in spring, the heat is scorching, and then it turns into autumn sunset leaves.

It seems like it's going to snow again, and the seasons are slowly changing.

Another year of warm spring sunshine.

"What do you think you look like?"

Jiang Fengyu seemed to be angry, dropped the paintbrush, grabbed her arm, and ripped her off the bed.

She was like a lifeless rag doll, falling to the ground, unresponsive.

"I can't take care of myself, so I can only rely on injections, glucose, and needle injections every day to maintain my body's nutrition. Feeding you something you will spit out, you don't know how to swallow, what the hell are you thinking? Wake me up! ”

But she still didn't react.

Jiang Fengyu was even more angry, and carried her horizontally, carried her out of the villa in the tenth ring, and threw her into the birch forest.

"Leave to fend for yourself here!"

He spoke roughly, as if he hated iron but not steel, and he left in a bad mood.

There was thunder, and it gradually began to rain, it was a spring rain.

She lay on the muddy ground, with the green grass of spring beneath her.

The dull brain didn't know how long it was, only that it was getting dark.

There was the sound of footsteps.

She rolled her eyes slowly, and saw Jiang Feng biting his own lip heavily, he seemed to have hid and cried, his eyelids were swollen, and his body was wet.

He carefully picked her up and hugged her shoulders tightly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to......"

"What should we do?"

"We, what should we do with you?"

Her heart suddenly became astringent, and a pain spread from the bottom of her heart, thinking of a beam of light, which suddenly pierced her heart and lungs.

……

March 11, 1982, rain.

The man hurriedly walked into this high-rise villa located in the depths of the Tenth Ring Road.

He was holding a black Big Brother in his hand and was making a transatlantic phone.

"Okay, you know, keep tracking."

He pushed open the door, tore off his rain-soaked black trench coat, and hung it on the corner of his triangular robe.

I saw a huge oil painting hanging in the living room, in which the stars and the moon were shining, thirteen men, Uncle Su was unconscious, and the girl was surrounded in the center.

Yu Xiurin was stunned, he hung up the phone, put away the black big brother, and turned to look at the living room.

I saw Jiang Fengyu with his head down, and he was being squeezed by his brothers with guns and sticks.

"It's, what's wrong?"

Yu Xiurin changed into the white slippers he wore indoors, and he walked into the living room.

Looking at the wet Jiang Fengyu, he thought that he had probably cried, and he was hiding and crying, and his eyelids were swollen.

This kind of thing has happened many times in Xiu Rin over the past year, if it weren't for this person's fierce mouth and cheap mouth, but he secretly hid and cried, I'm afraid that his little thoughts would not be found at home.

After all, it was really unexpected.

"Huh!"

Jiang Bicheng laughed weirdly.

"He's out of breath! He threw Yaya into the woods and ran out blindly, causing Yaya to lie outside for several hours, and now she has a high fever of more than 39 degrees! ”

It can be seen that this incident really made Jiang Bicheng angry, and even the swear words began to rush out.

Yu Xiurin was stunned when he heard this, he pulled the collar of his black shirt and pulled off his tie.

"Oh-" sounded.

Jiang Bicheng asked again: "By the way, how is Mr. Yu going out this time?" ”

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