He sat on the ground, basking in the sun, without saying a word. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's the back door, but even then, you can see the non-stop patrolling family and the secret sentry in ambush nearby.

It's an uphill battle, both for him and for her.

And just like the three dominoes of different colors she gave him in his handkerchief, life is never a multiple-choice question but a true/false question.

In the evening, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets, and the housekeepers and the secret whistle began to lose their patience. He touched the gun hidden under his robe, and finally got up to leave.

"Why don't you do it? They can't muster that many people on the spot, and now is the best time. ”

"I need a reason."

"A reason not to kill her?"

"A reason worth my bet"

This kind of squatting lasted for half a month, and this half month also spent all his savings, and he still sat in that place, but there was an extra bowl in front of him, and the family and the dark whistle became more and more accustomed to his presence. But I think she knew he was at the back door, but he didn't move, and she didn't want to break the silence that preceded the storm.

His nap was interrupted by the child's crying, and he squinted at the figure in front of him with his back to the sun and smiled. The smile against the scars on his face scared the child into crying.

"Miss, your child is so good-looking." In the past half a month, even if he didn't deliberately keep his voice dumb, it is estimated that she would not be able to hear that it was his voice.

"Thank you." She threw down some change in front of him, turned around and walked to the small workshop next to her, asked for a bowl of chaos, and sat down to carefully comfort the doll in her arms.

His eyes followed them closely, without blinking. Reaching out and grabbing the change from the bowl, he walked over with his legs on crutches.

The child's emotions had just been calmed down, and when he saw him coming, he began to cry again, and for a while the small workshop was very lively. When Xiao Er saw it, he hurriedly came over to drive him away, muttering uncleanly.

He didn't let go of a single step, stuffed all the money in his hand into Xiao Er's arms, and walked straight to the stool in front of her and sat down.

"Little doll, how old are you?" He tried to soften his voice, but the child kept crying.

"Five years old." She held the child in one hand and gently patted him on the back with the other to soothe.

"Oh." He didn't speak again, he also asked for a bowl of chaos, ate it in a hurry, and left on crutches again, this time he didn't even want a bowl for rice.

"Justified?" I asked the man who was bathing in the river.

"Yes."

"What does five years represent? Maybe the child wasn't hers? Maybe it's just her agitation, maybe she's forced? There are thousands of possibilities, have you thought about them? ”

"You don't know her."

"And how well do you know her? Childhood? Two little guesses? Got a good idea? Or do you know your mind in silence? ”

"I've been with her for ten years, ten years! Do you understand? ”

"Ten years is wrong? Who hasn't been young and frivolous, who hasn't had a girl who doesn't know what love is? ”

"You, he, mother—" He tugged at my collar excitedly, the bloody scabs on his face were torn a few times because of his expression, and the blood wrapped in tears ran freely on his face.

At that moment, I really felt my evil.