The man replied truthfully, "Back to the young master's words." The man that Miss Song brought back. I just went there. ”

Lian Zhou's eyes widened: "Impossible." Xiao Wu was seriously injured. But the wound is not fatal. How could he die like this. ”

Meng Hui frowned. saw Lianzhou quickly run out of the door. Meng Hui slowly wiped his hands with a handkerchief. Wiped his mouth. Then he stood up. He said lightly to the servant, "Withdraw all the food." ”

Inside the West Wing.

Lianzhou walked over. Looking at the man lying motionless on the bed. After mustering up the courage, I walked over. He probed his snort with his hand. Her heart sank. Seriously. It's gone.

Suddenly strong emotions welled up in my heart. Why did he die.

The man's steady footsteps sounded behind him. Lian Zhou turned around. stared at Meng Hui without blinking. Meng Hui stopped and stood at the door. Tsing shirt Xiao Xiao. Black hair like ink.

The corner of Lian Zhou's eyes swept over Xiao Wu, who was lying on the bed with a pale face. He asked in a deep voice: "Meng Hui." You tell me the truth. Little Five, how did he die. ”

A hint of indifference flashed in Meng Hui's indifferent eyes: "How would I know." ”

Lian Zhou walked in front of Meng Hui. Hold his cold hand. She could feel the thin sweat oozing from his hands. Lian Zhou pursed his lips. Say what is in your heart: "Meng Hui." You're so smart. It is impossible not to know. ”

Lianzhou's eyes are huge. The eyes are dark. It looks like there's water in there. Shining and shining. Her eyelashes are slender and long. The root is visible. Meng Huigang wanted to speak. The girl lowered her eyes. The eyelashes cast a mottled shadow on the fair-skinned little face.

"Is he?" She didn't look up. Daimei is like a continuous distant mountain. Gently tightened. "Died by suicide."

"Xiao Wu thought. I was a childhood sweetheart with Zhong Liyu. So I was also involved in Zhong Liyu's arrest of Tang Shi. Now Tang Shi can't be rescued. I don't know if I live or die. He hates me. That's why I hate my help. He thought I was a bad person. He thought I was going to kill him. Therefore, he committed suicide in despair. Right. ”

Meng Hui was stunned. Then he shook Lian Zhou's hand. Sigh softly: "You're thinking too much. He led Lianzhou out of the room. Walk along the way. "I asked the doctor to come and see him this morning. The doctor said he had been seriously injured before. The bones of the body are not very good. Now that he can't survive a few fights, it's not an abnormal thing. Life and death matter. He shook his head slightly. You don't overthink it. ”

"Not really. Meng Hui". Lian Zhou broke away from the man's hand. Squat on the ground. Put your hands on your knees. Curled up like a poor little animal. "My gut tells me. Xiao Wu died by suicide. He hates me. He wants me to feel guilty for the rest of my life. ”

"Lotus boat, you ......"

"I'm a scourge. One by one, the people around me have left me. It doesn't matter before. Or now. I can't even save it. Anyone who has anything to do with me. None of them will end well. Tang Shi is. Little Five is. And a lot of people are. ”

Meng Hui squatted down. Reach out. Gently brushed the hair from Lianzhou's face behind his ears. He patiently coaxed: "Those are just coincidences. In my heart. You're not a scourge. You're a wonderful girl. ”

Lian Zhou couldn't listen to Meng Hui's words at all. She was around her knees. Bury your head deeper. "No." Not a coincidence. She murmured with a faint cry. Tang Shi can be regarded as a good friend from birth to death with me. He treated me like a brother. Took care of me very much. If something happens to him. I'm going to be very upset. ”

Meng Hui hid the discomfort in his expression. Smoothed Lianzhou's hair. Softly said, "Good." Don't think about it so much. ”

Lian Zhou looked up. The eyes that had been washed with tears were exceptionally clear. Like a fawn, it hits people's hearts. See her crying. Meng Hui frowned slightly. I can't bear it. He wiped the tears from the girl's face with his sleeve. Lian Zhou looked at him. There was a bit of confusion in his tone: "Meng Hui." What do you think I'm going to do? ”

His face is reflected in his clear eyes. Meng Hui was stunned for a moment, and then quickly returned to an indifferent look. He said softly, "I'll send you back to rest." ”

Lian Zhou was held by Meng Hui. He walked ahead. She walked behind. The apricot blossoms at the end of the season have begun to turn white. One after another, it was sprinkled down. Fell on the man's shoulder. It's like a bird's wings.

Lian Zhou suddenly felt. A promenade that used to be walked in a few steps. Now it's going to be hell.

Those snow-white apricot blossoms fluttering and scattering. It's like paper money on Huangquan Road.

The originally sad gaze became cold inch by inch. Bleak.

Meng Hui. I'm not a child. Not stupid.

She smiled softly. Put the tears that welled up again. Forced back into the stomach.

Empty room. Lianzhou half leaned against the wall of the clinic. Suddenly there was silence in my heart.

The doctor said he had been seriously injured before. The bones of the body are not very good.

His words echoed clearly in her ears.

Meng Hui. You tell me. A person who is not very good. How can you be athletic. Come and go as you please. Walking on flat ground.

When I rescued him from Zhong Liyu's hands. He was carefully examined for his injuries in the carriage. Because the injury doesn't kill me, I didn't take it to heart. You think you're a few words. You can fool me.

Window. A few willow trees looked like they had been washed by rain. It's a lot of it. The painting is generally bleak.

。。

Two days passed. Lian Zhou still looked sad. Meng Hui came to see her several times. She hugged Meng Hui. but he did not speak. Wronged like a child. You can see it. Little Five's death. It hit her hard.

Meng Hui rarely saw her so weak and snuggled appearance. He rested his chin against her soft hair. Coaxed softly: "I'll take you out for a walk." Good no good. ”

Lian Zhou's head rested on his chest. Don't say good. It's not bad to say. But when Meng Hui took her hand and took her out. She was stubborn. Refusing to take a single step.

Flash. A few days passed. The years are like an old book. Turned over by the wind. Washed by the rain again.

The candlelight in the dark room is like scissors. The swagger is reflected on the wall. Like an unformed ghost. The man was dressed in a white shirt like snow. Skip the step. The long figure is projected on the wall by the light. He looks taller and more handsome.

has lost the gentleness when Shicai talked to the woman. He grimaced. "He still refuses to write." ”

The lights in the dark room shone on the faces of the black-clad guards. He replied respectfully, "Back to the young master's words." I've tried everything. He still wouldn't write. ”

The man nodded imperceptibly. Precious deerskin boots stepped on the floor of the darkroom. Rubbing makes a rustling sound. In an instant, he had pushed open the last door of the dark room. Come to the innermost part of the darkroom.

"The surname is Meng. You big bastard. ”