At night, the light is soft, hitting the large floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting the lonely figure.

Looking up at the wall clock on the wall, Song Liangxiao's eyes became obscure, and the seconds fell precisely at the twelfth position, exactly a quarter past ten, he, will he still come?

Knock knock!

There was a knock at the door, like a talisman, in response to his expectations.

He opened the door with a snap, and when he saw someone coming, he was not surprised at all, and said with a smile, "I guessed that you would come to me." ”

He walked in by himself, took a cup to the water dispenser to get water, and bowed his head to greet the person at the door, quite hospitable.

"Sit down, come for the first time, and see how my new house is, compared to the one downstairs under you, is there a little more fireworks."

The man at the door did not move, but stood still, and there was a cold and merciless questioning voice.

"Song Liangxiao, have I offended you?"

"Nope".

He never offended him, on the contrary, he had always offended him.

"None? That's weird, why do you want to challenge my bottom line again and again? ”

The coolness that seeped into the bone marrow came out of the words, and Song Wanqiao's surroundings exuded a terrifying and dangerous aura, making the air a little thinner.

"Let's just kill each other!"

Song Liangxiao approached him and handed him the water glass, but he was caught off guard by a fierce fist.

"This punch will pay you back for your unintentional mistake back then!"

The glass shattered into pieces and scattered at the feet of the two, Song Liangxiao stumbled a little, but fortunately, his fingers climbed to the door frame, stabilized his figure, and before he could stand up, he swung another punch into his jaw.

"This punch, you give her back the scare!"

Song Liangxiao ignored the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and Jun had an evil smile on his face, "What about yourself, don't you punch yourself?" ”

The basketball smashed on him, and he still didn't ask for a word of injustice for himself, but he was upset for Jiang Lige, just because he scared her.

"Song Liangxiao, it doesn't matter what you do to me, just like back then, you were full of paint on me, I can bear you without saying a word, but you shouldn't have killed her."

The unbearable past surfaced because of this sentence. Suddenly, silence hung between the two, and neither of them moved.

"Hey! Are you dumb? ”

Song Liangxiao picked up the paintbrush, dipped it in wet paint, and applied it to Song Wanqiao's body one by one, but until the pure white T-shirt was colorful, and even some of it had soaked into the clothes and stained the skin, the person was still indifferent.

Song Liangxiao intensified, feeling that the person in front of him was too easy to bully, and he had no feelings like a robot, which was really funny.

Minutes and seconds passed.

When Bi Lanyi sorted out the materials to be used for tomorrow's trial, closed the computer and came out to test the results of their relationship, she was startled by the shocking color on Song Wanqiao's body.

According to the divorce agreement, Song Wanqiao was raised by his mother Haiyin, but he had to be sent to Song's house every week to reunite with his father, and yesterday morning Song Qingquan personally went to pick him up and accompanied him for a day, but today the Public Security Department had something to do temporarily, and Song Qingquan explained that he was optimistic about the two children and hurried out.

Approaching sunset, Haiyin should come to pick up the child immediately, if she sees it, no matter how generous people are, they will probably not be able to bear it, and they will think that she is abusing the child.

Her calm and calm personality made her calm down quickly, and now was not the time to beat Song Liangxiao, she wrinkled her brows and scolded him, "Go to the house and get a dress for my brother to change!" ”

"I don't want to give clothes to people with physical disabilities!"

Bi Lanyi poked him hard at the back of the head, "You brainless thing, I think you are flawed, and your brain is lacking." ”

He refused, Bi Lanyi had to go to his room and get a piece of clothing by himself, but Song Liangxiao was unrelenting.

"No, this is a global limited edition jersey that my uncle sent me from the United States."

He has been wearing it for several days in a row, and every night he makes a fuss about asking Chen's mother to wash it and wear it the next day, he can't put it down, and his classmates are very envious, how can he give it away easily.

Mother too, it is too insidious and treacherous to take the most favorite and most expensive one in his wardrobe to offer his courtesy!

"Get out of the room for me! Mother Chen, lock up the young master, no one can give him food without my permission, I don't believe it, he is still against the sky! ”

The doorbell rang, Bi Lanyi went to open the door, and sure enough, it was Haiyin.

She invited the guest in, and her tone was apologetic, "Haiyin, I'm sorry, this kid is so ignorant, he stained the clothes of the evening bridge, let him change this clothes into you before you go out!" ”

The woman called Haiyin glanced at her son and smiled gently, "It's okay, the child is naughty, I hope that our family Qiao'er will be like a good night, a little lively, you see him, all day long, like a stuffy gourd, without saying a word, he is about to kill me." ”

Bi Lanyi heard this, her expression was a little complicated, Song Wanqiao's character also has her own part of the reason, no matter what the truth is, there is no doubt that in this child's cognition, it was she who caused him to have no father since he was a child, and she was ashamed of him.

While pondering, Haiyin grabbed Song Wanqiao and spoke, "Thank you, Auntie, I'm going to take you to eat KFC in a while, don't you want to go out like this?" ”

Haiyin knew that his son had a slight cleanliness habit, and he was more reluctant to be covered in dirt than to wear other people's clothes.

When Song Liangxiao came back to his senses, there was no one at the door, if it weren't for the scars on his face and a hint of throbbing, he would have thought that everything that had just happened was just his own delusion.

He gently closed the door, walked to the mirror step by step, and looked at the blue and red face, and a pair of watery eyes instantly became dull, as if they had lost focus.

Arrogant and stubborn, Song Wanqiao's last impression of him before the shooting.

They were eleven years old.

He can explain that he was deliberately tripped and his hand slipped to make the basketball fly out, but that incident, the life-and-death tragedy caused by a jersey, he couldn't argue, and since then, no matter how much explanation he has given in front of Song Wanqiao, it seems to be pale and powerless.

He had exiled himself for five years, a whole five years, but for more than 1,800 days and nights, how could he comfort the dead? How can it be worthy of Song Wanqiao's heart?

The next day in class, the head teacher was taken aback by the injury on Song Liangxiao's face, and secretly slandered himself, this Director Song is really ruthless, and he said that tiger poison does not eat children, he is good, and he picks his face to beat.

Xia Xiaoyu also noticed the injury on Song Liangxiao's face, and couldn't help but ask after hesitating for a moment.

"What's wrong with your face?"

"It's okay, when I went home last night, the light in the corridor was broken, and I accidentally knocked it, which didn't affect my grace."

The young man's voice was lazy, with a thick hardness of the boy who couldn't be dissolved, obviously not planning to tell the truth, just a perfunctory sentence.

Xia Xiaoyu didn't ask any more questions, went to the cafeteria at breakfast, caught a glimpse of the hot egg at the window, and bought one with three points of hesitation.

In fact, she didn't know why she did it, maybe, look at that person pitiful.

After seeing Song Liangxiao's clumsy move, she was even more convinced of her thoughts, and said, "You don't know that eggs are only useful if they are shelled and rolled on their faces, right?" ”

"I ...... I really don't know. ”

Song Liangxiao put the egg back in his palm, a little at a loss, and felt frustrated, after all, he was beaten for the second time, and the first time, no one taught him.

Xia Xiaoyu couldn't help but chuckle, went to the shell and handed it to him, "Rub it yourself." ”

"Are you the reincarnation of the Monkey King? Anything will. ”

"No, because," Xiuqi's eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised, and he looked directly at him with a domineering attitude, "There is no Buddha who can trap me." ”

Song Liangxiao looked at the smiling girl in front of her in a daze, she didn't tie her hair today, and her long silky hair fell down, adding a bit of charm to her upside-down appearance.

Until the girl urged him, "Do you want more?" He withdrew his gaze.