An hour later, "Little mirror, your favorite braised eggplant, come, hurry up and eat it." Wen Jingjing looked up at him, "Father, you don't know me anymore." Right? ”

Wen Zhizhong smiled, ignoring the anger on the face of the "little mirror" in front of him, who was no longer familiar, and handed over the chopsticks, "Little mirror, aren't you hungry?" Eat it. ”

Wen Jingjing took the chopsticks, didn't pick up the dishes or the bowl, just looked at the structure of the chopsticks, and sneered, "Wen Zhizhong." ”

"Huh?" Wen Jingjing, who heard the response, looked up at him, very suspicious, "Are you so relieved of me?" ”

Wen Zhizhong, don't you want me to give you back your little mirror?

Wen Zhizhong's face changed color suddenly, he sighed and sat on the single sofa on the other side and looked at her, his eyes were full of tiredness, "It's false to say that you are at ease, but you have to say that you are not at ease......... But I can rest assured of you. ”

"Why?"

Wen Zhizhong smiled, "There will be no one in this world who looks exactly like her, and you, maybe to survive in this strange place." ”

Because he understands that the person he really loves is not a small mirror, but the little mirror here doesn't know.

He loves and cares for him because it is the task that Disgust gave him.

And the person he really loves has also been killed, another self.

It may be selfish, but it is to live.

Wen Jingjing looked up at him, sighed, patted the sofa and motioned him to look at the sofa, Wen Zhizhong was suspicious.

She bowed her head and slammed into the couch, "She's here." After a pause, he added, "I haven't killed her yet, you can let her out." ”

Get up, turn around, and get ready to go. felt that the whole person was hung up by something, she was angry but helpless, "You ......"

I saw Wen Zhizhong cut open the sofa, picked up the small mirror covered in blood and fainted, and placed it on the single sofa on the other side.

Wen Jingjing was hung from the ceiling, the joints of his hands and feet, and his neck were all oozed and dripping with blood pulled by silk threads.

How could she forget that Wen Zhizhong was also a puppeteer.

【Qilin Normal University, High School】

In the sophomore (E) class.

Li Xi was in a fugue, not in a state of listening to the class, and after a while, she sighed and lay on the table, and she didn't even hear the teacher call her.

The convict took a pen and poked her back at the back table, "Xier, the teacher called you!" ”

Li Xihe reacted and stood up, "Teacher? I saw the Chinese teacher sigh and look at her, "Why don't you go to the bathroom and wash your face sober?" ”

"Oh." Then they went out, and everyone looked at Tin and then at the Criminals. It was uncomfortable to see him: what was going on with this group of people? Does it have anything to do with him?

Wang Ge also watched Li Xi's back disappear around the corner, and couldn't help but think of Wang Li at home.

Now Wang Li has become very strange since he was reborn, he knows that there are many things that his daughter does, but he doesn't understand why this is happening.

Is it really because of Wei'an? Wei'an her, she has often hurt Wang Li since the beginning, but she forgot about it not long afterwards and took good care of Wang Li.

But Wei'an's illness has been cured, even if Wei'an often carries a lipstick with him recently, which is strange.

Li Xi didn't go to the bathroom, she knew she was fine, but she just felt that something was strange, especially Wen Jingjing.

It's been like this these days, I always feel that Wen Jingjing is still Wen Jingjing, but it's a little less simple and casual.

[Day 2, Qilin Normal College, in Fountain Park]

Class E of the art department of the university department took a photo here, and Zijun and Fade were separated into two groups, which made him unhappy.

The paintbrush in Fading Dye's hand was moving slowly, and the boy next to her was watching her paint all the time.

Just as Zijun wanted to go over, she heard a faint voice indifferently, and she said to the boy, "I didn't allow you to draw me." ”

"Puff ------" Zijun's voice attracted the boy's attention, and the ruthless Zijun in the boy's eyes found it interesting.

Is this a man who is born of love and hate?

Glancing at the fade behind him, he stopped smiling and turned back to continue drawing, it seemed that he didn't need to appear.

Fade touched the boy's shoulder and asked, "Why did you draw me?" Could it be that you actually pay attention to me every day? ”

The boy changed his cruel face and nodded with a red face, "I can give it all to you." ”

Graduality smiled, indifferent eyes, smiling corners of the mouth, "Then don't worry, you don't look good." The boy was stunned, and then shouted loudly, "Fade dye, do you have someone you like?!" ”

Fade Dye was silent, just glanced at Zijun's position for a while. Deliberately said gently, "Maybe." ”

In the end, he killed the boy with one more blow, "I don't think there is anyone else in my eyes except him." ”

Zijun couldn't help but complain about the evil taste in his heart, but on the surface, he was still painting seriously.

The brush paused for a second, smiling like a spring breeze in the direction of the gradual dyeing.

Is there no one else in your eyes but me?

It's just that when the next day came, when Fade opened the dye he had put in the cabinet, he smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, glanced at Zijun who was walking over, and asked him very cutely, "Do you want to come and see?" ”

Zijun was suspicious, and when he saw the mess inside, he also shook his head, sighing for the boy's IQ, "How many people are playing with the left......"

"That's right." Fade sighed and closed the cabinet door, "Looks like you're going to have to buy these again with me today." ”

Zijun ignored the appearance of the others who were stuffed with a mouthful of dog food with a look of "no love", and gently touched the top of his dyed hair, "Obey." ”

When the criminal descendant came to the university department, he saw such a scene of dog abuse, and complained helplessly, "I said Zijun, can you pay attention?" ”

Hearing the familiar honorifics, Zijun was not surprised and just turned his head and replied, "You bite me." ”

Uh, the criminal descendant secretly wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself, well, Zijun must have sensed that he was here a long time ago.