"I thought you didn't have the face." A sentence came out of Wu Fan's mouth for a long time.

The first sentence was so scathing, Ning Qiu didn't have any expression, just said lightly: "In the past ten years that you have been away, I have come every year." ”

"Yes. That's really hard for you," Wu Fan chuckled, not knowing whether it was sarcasm or something else.

Ning Qiu knew that he didn't mean anything else, just pure sarcasm.

Wu Fan opened his eyes and looked ahead, there was no sadness around him, and he looked casual and deep, "It was the same ten years ago, the two of us really don't have anything to say." ”

"Hmm." Ning Qiu looked at the man's back, to be exact, it was not that there was nothing to say, but that all the topics disappeared with the departure of a girl.

"Do you remember, how you sent me to prison ten years ago" Wu Fan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket and lit them with ease.

"I don't remember." Ning Qiufen said lightly.

Just kidding, he remembered it clearly, but Ning Qiu couldn't say it.

Wu Fan looked at Ning Qiu with undisguised disdain in his eyes, "Then I'll help you think about it." ”

Ning Qiu wanted to say no, but looking at Wu Fan with a calm face, he couldn't speak, he must have replayed a thousand changes in his mind in that scene, just like himself, from bloody to numb.

The slightly hoarse voice, like telling a story, is addictive like a poppy, but it is extremely poisonous.

Ning Qiu has been fighting with boys since he was a child, and he is in need of protecting himself, but it is the first time that he has been beaten unilaterally when he grows up.

Ning Qiu, who fell to the ground, looked at the dust that had just been stuck to the corner of her skirt, and her first reaction was to wash her clothes again, it was really annoying.

Before he could stand up, the collar of the school uniform was pulled up by a pair of thin but pale hands, and he looked unwilling to hold back tears.

Wu Fan looked at Ning Qiu, who actually looked calm in this situation, his eyes widened, his eyes were about to split, and he roared, "Are you still human!" Those people are dead, they are all dead! ”

"I see it." Ning Qiu looked at Wu Fan's nervous appearance with a little puzzlement, he had eyes, and he had already seen it clearly.

Wu Fan's chest seemed to have a gamble, looking at Ning Qiu, who was a little hateful, he almost used all his strength to punch her in the face, as if he had forgotten that she was a girl.

Scold! Now it's not just the skirt, but also the shirt that needs to be washed.

Ning Qiu smiled bitterly, a trace of blood spread from his mouth, and even his vision was a little blurred.

Wu Fan looked at Ning Qiu Ren Ran without any expression, his eyes seemed to be bloody, he didn't know whether it was red by the fire or the blood flowing backwards, he grabbed Ning Qiu's collar and lifted it up and smashed it heavily on the ground.

"Why! Why! You don't save them! Why! Have you never had the slightest nostalgia in your life in the past few years! ”

The stones behind him shook Ning Qiu's internal organs were trembling, and the already dark sky turned black several times, the color of death, and there was only the sound of roaring over and over again in his ears.

When asked, 'Life in the past few years. ’

Ning Qiu's originally dead heart suddenly trembled violently, it was resentment, Ning Qiu struggled to prop up his body with his elbows, looked at Wu Fan, and said word by word: "You are less pretending to be a saint, in fact, you are very glad that you are no longer there, otherwise where will you get the strength to be wild." ”

Wu Fan looked at Ning Qiu in disbelief, unable to believe that she would say such a thing, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out.

"Why!"

On the other hand, Wu Fan looked at Ning Qiu, who didn't have any remorse, as if he was about to rush up and make up for another punch, but when he saw the blood stains on the corners of his pale lips, he stopped, and just clenched his fist hard, making the sound of bone joints rubbing.

"There's no reason, I can't make calls without a cell phone." For the first time, Ning Qiu felt that he also had the potential to be a scoundrel, but every time he said a word, his heart throbbed.

"That's why." Wu Fan's voice was so small that he couldn't hear it.

Ning Qiu looked at it with heavy eyes, "Of course not, I'm still too troublesome." ”

"Yes."

Ning Qiu looked at the figure of the person on the opposite side who looked like a sculpture, and could only judge what he said from the shape of his mouth.

It's okay to say too much and perceive a world that is not suitable for you.

"The silk scarf that Yao'er asked me to buy for her, I bought it back, where did I buy it from in the town, I walked nearly two kilometers, and it took several hours to go back and forth before I bought it......"

Only then did Ning Qiu see the yellow silk scarf in Wu Fan's hand, which was Ling Yao'er's favorite style.

As if he was obsessed with his own world, Wu Fan said calmly and trivially: "Yes, you know, she has been asking me noisily, and she has bet with me several times before, obviously the one who always loses, and always pesters me, but I don't know what's wrong recently, it seems that she has been avoiding me." ”

Speaking of this, Wu Fan's whole person was shrouded in sadness, and suddenly said with joy: "However, today she talked to me, smiled at me, and said that she wanted to bet with me, so I deliberately lost and wanted to say a few more words to her......"

Ning Qiu looked at the ground and didn't speak, just listened, she knew everything, but she couldn't speak.

"However, all this has been ruined by you, what's the difference between standing by and killing someone, Ning Qiu, you murderer!"

Tears fell from the young man's face, and Wu Fan's roaring voice hit Ning Qiu's heart directly.

Murderer? Are you a murderer?

Why? Can't refute it yourself? No, the fire was not set by yourself, and you shouldn't blame yourself if you can't save it, the fire is so big, whoever goes in will die, such an obvious fact, why blame yourself?

Is it because I didn't cry, I was too calm, but I really couldn't cry, there were no tears, tears were the most useless existence in this world.

"Your Excellency, I testify that I witnessed that the suspect Wu Fan had been alcoholic." Ning Qiu, who was standing on the high platform, had a straight back, staring ahead, without the slightest dodge.

"Ahh Why! Why! You're the murderer! Wu Fan was subdued by two people in uniform, and even so, he almost rushed out many times, as if he wanted to tear Ning Qiu apart.

Ning Qiu's hand under the sleeve trembled abnormally, and his nails pierced into the flesh without feeling, but his face was unusually calm.

The black pupils don't shine into anything, as if time has nothing to do with you.

"Silence!"