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Su Nianhua's button-tied hand paused when he heard the beautician's question. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

The expression on his face did not change much.

That stab wound...... It's the knife he once blocked for her.

The beautician saw Su Nianhua's stunned appearance and didn't say anything more.

After a long while, Su Nianhua came back to his senses, buttoned up without saying a word, stood up, put on a blazer, walked out of the private room, and came to the front desk, he handed over his card, waited for the front desk lady to settle the account, and was still silent in the face of the manager's enthusiastic send.

Walking out of the spa shop, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening, and the night breeze was blowing, with a wisp of heat left over from the day.

Su Nianhua didn't rush into the car, just stood next to the car, lit a cigarette, and halfway through the inhalation, he remembered the scar he was mentioned by the beautician, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and then like an electric shock, he retracted his hand, and walked towards the trash can, wanting to throw away the cigarette butt in his hand, but because Su Nianhua was in a hurry, he didn't look at the road, and collided with a passerby.

It was a woman who was carrying a lot of things in her hands, and when she was hit by Su Nianhua, the things spilled all over the ground.

Su Nianhua said politely: "I'm sorry." ”

He squatted down to help the woman pick up the things scattered on the ground, and when he saw vegetables and a fish jumping around, he squatted on the ground as if he had been electrocuted, unable to move.

Su Nianhua didn't come back to his senses until the woman he knocked down and squatted down and picked up the live fish, quickly picked up the other vegetables and stuffed them into the bag, then stood up with them, handed them to the woman, and said again: "I'm sorry." ”

The woman was good-tempered, and when she saw Su Nianhua apologize continuously, she couldn't help but shake her head, and said several words in a row that it was okay.

When Su Nianhua took the bag she handed over, Su Nianhua couldn't help but ask out loud: "You buy so many dishes, do you want to cook for your family?" ”

"It's not my family, it's my boyfriend." The woman replied with a smile, then turned around with her things and left, probably because she had bought a lot of things, some heavy, and when she carried them, she walked, her body was a little tilted, and she needed to change her hand from time to time.

Su Nianhua looked at the woman's back, and suddenly the year in his mind came to mind, he blocked the knife for April, lived in the hospital, and saw the scene of April carrying vegetables to the hospital canteen.

At that time, April, like this woman, was carrying more weight than she could load, and she struggled to walk, changing hands from time to time.

Three and a half years have passed, and those past events have not only not faded, but have become more and more distinct.

Su Nianhua felt that his brain was like a slow motion replay, and he clearly saw that April was standing in the somewhat dirty hospital cafeteria, facing a live fish, and he didn't know what to do, but in the end, he gritted his teeth, killed him, disemboweled, and cleaned up.

Then, the next morning, when he woke up, the nurse handed him a bowl of fresh fish soup first.

Even after so much time, he could remember how complicated his feelings were when he drank that bowl of fish soup.

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