"May there be more kindness in this world!"

Wu Zhiyuan silently recited what Chen Xi said, and his heart was full of pain.

In this world, can kind people really get better?

Wu Zhiyuan thought about this question more than once, but in the end he did not find the answer.

He only knew that the person who said this was suffering endless pain and suffering at this very moment.

He only knows that none of the people around him who give kindness have been rewarded with kindness.

In Anseong, there is a little girl, her mother is gone, her father is dead, she is bullied at school, she has no playmates, she plays alone, even the teachers in the school bully her, and she forgets quickly, never holds grudges, and smiles at everyone.

Wu Zhiyuan still remembers that when he was leaving, she said to him: Big brother, remember to come back to see me!

She still stood at the door every day, watching the old willow tree to see if it was blooming.

Because Wu Zhiyuan told her that when the flowers bloom in the coming year, her father will come back.

One day, the flowers bloom and fall, year after year, her father still hasn't come home. If one day, she knew that her eldest brother was the son of her father's enemy, at that moment, where did her kindness go?

Her name is Xiao Jiajia.

In Anseong, there is a peerless woman who has no quarrel with the world, just wants to live quietly, and does not want to meet a scumbag, when she was pregnant, she was abandoned by her, and when she was unconscious, her fallopian tubes were quietly cut off, she could not have children, and even lost her qualification to be a mother.

In the end, I finally found a man, thinking that I had something to rely on, but I didn't want this man to kill for her!

She can only look at each other from a distance across a wall, facing the direction of the prison every day!

Wu Zhiyuan still remembers that when he left, she said to him: Yuan'er, remember to go home!

If one day, when she finds out that she is no longer in her prime, she is old and yellow, and the person she is waiting for has not returned home, where does her kindness go?

Her name is Yang Qianmei.

In Chengdu, there is a woman who has a bar, she likes to sing Teresa Teng's songs, and her songs are only sung to some lonely old people.

But such a good woman ended up with a tragic death.

Wu Zhiyuan will never forget the white sheet dyed red.

Wu Zhiyuan still remembers that when she died in his arms, she said to him: Little man, so that you can remember your sister!

If there is heaven, if there is a spirit in heaven, she knows that Wu Zhiyuan's heart has always pretended to be a person, where does her kindness go!

Her name is Huang Li!

……

"Little Jiajia! Aunt May! Sister Huang Li! ”

The whole alley, as silent as death, Wu Zhiyuan walked silently, reminiscing about the past, bit by bit, and it was painful.

"Xiaoxi, you say, what should I do?"

Under the dim light, the scar on his face was extremely hideous, and whenever he thought of Chen Xi, his heart was dripping blood.

Wu Zhiyuan's footsteps staggered a little, he came to the door of Sanyou Kindergarten, his body paused slightly, and took out a newspaper clipping from his pocket, which was a briefing thrown away by Know-it-all during the day.

In the newspaper clippings, it is recorded that a car accident a year ago broke the family of twin girls.

They are attending this kindergarten.

"You're six years old! Hope you're doing well! ”

Wu Zhiyuan's face softened, "This know-it-all seems to have some merit!" ”

"Xiaoxi, you're right, you have to believe in this world, and there is kindness!"

Wu Zhiyuan put the newspaper clippings in his pocket, and finally a rare smile appeared on his face.

"Xiaoxi, I listen to you, you must wait for me! When I find you, let's go back to Daliangshan and Ancheng together! Xiao Jiajia and Aunt Mei will be very happy if they see you! ”

Wu Zhiyuan said, turned into a gust of wind, and disappeared into the dark alley.

When he reappeared, he came downstairs to his house.

On the third floor, there is a window that vaguely reveals a little light.

Wu Zhiyuan raised his hand and looked at the time, at this moment, it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Sister Mengran hasn't slept yet?"

Seeing the window that was still lit, Wu Zhiyuan's cold heart had a warm current rushing through.

He knew that Liu Mengran was waiting for him.

Wu Zhiyuan walked up the stairwell and came to the third floor, he unconsciously glanced at the door next door, he moved here, it was only a day, but it seemed to have become a habit for him.

I heard that a woman died next door, this is a girl who works at the nightclub. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the girls who died on the Wujiang River, and he couldn't help but want to go to the room to have a look.

But after thinking about it, Wu Zhiyuan shook his head, and he didn't know why, since when, he became curious about this kind of thing.

He pulled out the key, opened the door, and sat down on the couch with a weak breath.

Feeling tired, he lit a cigarette when the door to the room opened.

"It's back!"

Liu Mengran was dressed in a white nightgown, and her skin was white and transparent, looming.

She smiled skillfully and walked over to Wu Zhiyuan.

At this time, she is very beautiful! Coquettish and moving.

"I don't know when I'll come back, Sister Mengran won't wait for me in the future, remember to go to bed early in the future, it's not good for women to stay up too late!" Wu Zhiyuan's face showed a soft color and said softly.

"It's still early!" Liu Mengran sat beside Wu Zhiyuan, chuckled, and said, "You can't always sleep on the sofa like this!" ”

"Huh?" Wu Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, not knowing why.

"Today when you weren't at home, I went out and bought some beds, and the guest rooms were all cleaned up!"

Liu Mengran said, her face turned red, "I'm used to sleeping in your room, so ......"

"I sleep the same everywhere! It's hard to dream of Sister Mengran! ”

"Don't! Don't say that! Liu Mengran hurriedly said, "Zhiyuan, don't talk like this in the future, okay?" I'm afraid to hear you say thank you to me, I ......"

"That's it! Don't think about it! ”

Wu Zhiyuan sighed lowly, he knew Liu Mengran's thoughts, she must have thought that he was alienated from her.

"Come on! Look how I set up your room! Liu Mengran said, pulled Wu Zhiyuan, and pushed open the door of the guest room.

As far as the eye could see, the room was clean, the bed was neatly folded, and his luggage and guitar were neatly placed in a corner.

Wu Zhiyuan's gaze fell on the head of the bed, where there was a pot of violets.

He still remembered that in Wucheng, there was also a pot of violets on the balcony of his rental house, which was a female student, and after the college entrance examination, she stayed there when she had time to take it away.

He hadn't seen the schoolgirl.

Wu Zhiyuan turned his head and looked at Liu Mengran, there was still a sweet smile on her face, as if he had seen a female student with a blue heart.

Wu Zhiyuan's gaze also softened, and he smelled the smell of home.

"It's a pity! Her flowering period is over! Liu Mengran looked at Wu Zhiyuan and said expectantly, "Zhiyuan, can you play a song for me?" ”

"Good!"

Wu Zhiyuan nodded, walked into the room, held a guitar, and sat at the head of the bed.

Liu Mengran came to him, holding his chin and looking tender.

"I just wrote this song!"

With a light movement between his fingers, with a melodious glissando, Wu Zhiyuan played and sang:

Unreachable, you tell distant dreams.

As fate would have it, everything in the world would never favor you.

Unkempt and unkempt, living in the prosperous age.

Buy drunk all day long, Kong Yiji in the new era!

You say, you've had enough!

Be a struggling person in this sea of suffering.

I want to end all this, for the other side of Elysium.

You see, far away!

Whose story is not sad, whose tears are not desolate.

Look, far away!

Whose youth is not crazy, whose past is not ridiculous.

You see, far away!

You have the courage of your youth, you have the stubbornness of your childhood!

Look, far away!

Not only barren fields, but also songs and hopes......

……

Wu Zhiyuan played and sang to his heart's content, his voice was sometimes hoarse, sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched, and with a glide fell, the room suddenly quieted down for a while.

"Aren't you good at playing and singing?"

didn't hear Liu Mengran make any movement, he turned his head, only to find that at this time, her face was already full of tears.

"What's wrong?" Wu Zhiyuan asked.

"Nothing, nothing."

Liu Mengran wiped away her tears, and at this moment, her eyes when she looked at Wu Zhiyuan completely changed.

She fell thoroughly in love with him!

Some people listen to songs and listen to melodies, some listen to songs and listen to the lyrics, however, some people listen to songs and listen to themselves.

The reason why Liu Mengran cried was not how good this song was, but that she heard Wu Zhiyuan's story from this song, and he was singing about himself.

Actually, isn't this singing herself?

"The ants living in the prosperous era, Kong Yiji in the new era!"

Liu Mengran muttered in a low voice, and then asked, "What's the name of this song?" ”

"I haven't thought about it yet!" Wu Zhiyuan touched his chin, was silent for a long time, and said, "It's called Kong Yiji, what do you say?" ”

"Okay!" Liu Mengran became excited, "Zhiyuan, you are so powerful!" ”

"I can't even protect my beloved, I can write a broken song, what's the use, just talk to comfort myself!"

"You'll find her! I believe you! ”

Liu Mengran held Wu Zhiyuan's hand, then remembered something, her face turned red, and she hurriedly retracted her hand.

Only then did she find out that she was in the same bed as Wu Zhiyuan.

"You rest early!" Before Wu Zhiyuan came back to her senses, she had already run to the door, "I like this song very much, so give it to me!" ”

"I ......"

Wu Zhiyuan wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and after a while, he put down his guitar, re-lit a cigarette, and lay on the bed.

He looked at the ceiling, stunned.

"Xiaoxi, where are you, I miss you!"

……

The night is thick, and there are fewer pedestrians on the streets, only the wind keeps blowing, tapping on thousands of homes.

It was a hazy and deserted night.

Many people have fallen asleep, but many have been busy.

They don't have a glamorous appearance and won't even be remembered, but they're always trying to make the world a better place.

The Public Security Bureau, the lights are bright.

A domineering figure walked out of the public security building......

P.S. About the song "Kong Yiji" mentioned in this chapter, it was written to me by a close friend of mine, his name is Wu Yang, interested friends, you can go to Netease Cloud Music to search, or his name, or song title, you can listen to it or download it......