In this bureau, Song Yong is the mastermind, and Li Rao is the executor.

The latter was joined for fun and excitement, and he did everything and did it seamlessly.

The top floor of the pavilion is the terrace, and it is Valentine's Day, Song Yong stands at the guardrail, looking at the building in front of the left, the LED screen is rolling, I don't know which rich man in Zhongzhou is pleasing his sweetheart.

High-profile and eye-catching, it is the most vulgar, but the grandest way of confession.

Li Rao counted the time for Song Yong, he shook the goblet, the golden foam floated up from the bottom, and poured a cup against the cold wind, and his stomach suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, "Your little brother-in-law should meet your little nanny at this time, can't you go down?" ”

Song Yong's palm was against the railing, he crushed the lens a few days ago and was injured, and it was cold and painful now.

"No, wait."

If you just stand together and talk, it's nothing.

What Song Yong wanted was a one-hit kill.

"You are really calm, what if the firewood is dry, we meet again after a long absence, and we roll the sheets back and forth?" Li Rao knows Song Yong, who is gloomy and low on weekdays, but his ability to resist pressure is extremely poor.

If he went down after a while, he really bumped into that scene, he was afraid that Song Yong would go crazy on the spot and kill the pair of dog men and women.

"It's not the first time, and I'm not surprised to see it."

Extrapolated according to the timeline.

Song Yong is only Chu Ying's third man, her ex-husband is the second, and Tan Que Jing is the first, at that age, when she met a mature and golden man, Chu Ying, a college student from the countryside, how could she not be impressed.

But when he remembered that Chu Ying had been bent under other men, and the other party was still his own brother-in-law, how could he not complain.

"Aren't you going yet?"

Ten minutes had passed since the calculated time.

Song Yong patted the railing, walked into the wind, got off the terrace, and rushed downstairs, Li Rao put down the wine glass and followed, the pace was fast, the elevator door opened, and he walked towards the room as if he was running wildly.

The moment he grasped the doorknob, the action suddenly stopped.

Li Rao followed, stood beside him, and asked in a breathy voice, "What's wrong?" ”

There was no sound in the room.

Song Yong lost the courage to open this door, and what he saw after opening the door was nothing more than those kinds, no matter what it was, the ending could not be changed.

“…… Don't be here, let's go. ”

"Didn't you say you were going to make them lose face?" Li Rao didn't know why.

Song Yong: "I changed my mind. ”

*

It was dark in the house and there were no lights on.

Tan Quejing has not rested in a dark environment for many years, this time is different, with Chu Ying by her side, Valentine's Day by her side, her long-cherished wish for many years can be regarded as fulfilled.

Lying on the sofa on his side, Chu Ying's hand was attached to Tan Quejing's face, and in the dimness, he looked at Chu Ying by the neon light falling in.

"When I fall asleep, you can go to Song Yong."

"I know." Chu Ying was obviously absent-minded, "You sleep." ”

After so many years, they can still be so close, but Tan Qijing didn't expect him, he is groggy, the person is still here, but his soul seems to have drifted to many years ago.

agreed to spend Valentine's Day with Chu Ying, but there was a temporary problem at work, he was stranded in a foreign country, and Chu Ying called to apologize, she cried over there, scolding him for not keeping his promises, and the cold wind was whistling in his ears, cutting open his heart.

Leaving his job, Tan Quejing bought a ticket for that night, rushed back to Zhongzhou, waited downstairs in the dormitory all night, and when Chu Ying came out of class, he caught up and apologized.

That time, Chu Ying ignored him for three days.

I don't know how I have such patience to pursue and love a female student.

But now that this person is by his side, he wants to give her up to another man, the deeper the sleep, the tighter the grip in his palm, and Chu Ying can't pull it out.

One by one, they broke his fingers and woke him up.

Tan Qijing didn't sleep, the bottom of the pupil was clear, Chu Ying seemed to know it earlier, "...... We're already in the past, I'm going to look for Song Yong, and he can't find what I'm anxious about. ”

It's an oolong.

It was the front desk that took the wrong room card, and Chu Ying accidentally walked into the room where he talked about the bird's view.

"I haven't been able to find you all these years, how anxious am I?" Tan Quejing is a good-looking man, which is not consistent with Song Yong's good-looking, he is calm and mature, and as long as he is around, there is an endless sense of security to enjoy.

His weakness and pain were magnified in this moment.

But Chu Ying was indifferent, if it was many years ago, she would have hugged him without hesitation, but at this moment, she just wanted to go to Song Yong quickly.

"I'm sorry, I'm really leaving."

Chu Ying twitched her hand, talking about the scenery without moving, in the pulling, the silence in the air was damaged by the sound of a door opening, and the light expanded in from the door, as if extending a space-time tunnel.

In the tunnel stood Song Yong, he buried one hand in his trouser pocket, and an invisible cold rushed in, and others didn't enter, just stood there looking at them, his expression was broken.

Chu Ying's whole body was stiff, her brain lost her reaction, and she only caught a self-deprecating smile at the corner of Song Yong's mouth, and that smile was like a thunderbolt from the sky to her.

She moved her body and was about to pass, but Song Yong left first, without asking for an explanation, without a word, just turning around after heartbreak and despair.

Chu Ying didn't think about it and chased out.

She was wearing high heels, she couldn't run fast, she looked left and right at the corridor, there was no longer Song Yong's figure, and she couldn't guess where he would go, so she had to go back to Xiaonanlou first.

The square windows in the building were dark, as if no one had ever returned.

Chu Ying rushed in and took a step forward, but there were pieces of water stains on the ground, and her body suddenly became half cold, and she turned on the light with trembling fingers, and the ground was no longer water stains, but blood stains.

The red dripping shape stretched all the way into the house and stopped in the bedroom.

The door was not closed, the shadow in the room sat on the ground against the wall, the neat room was messed up, blood stains were everywhere, Song Yong's white shirt was dyed red, but he didn't seem to know the pain, sitting in a mess, smoking calmly, neat hair hanging down in front of his forehead, and gloomy eyes under the ends of his hair.

Blood kept pouring out, soaking through the suit.

Chu Ying walked in and half-knelt in front of Song Yong, his hands were full of blood, and the cigarettes were red.

"Where are you hurt?" Chu Ying's voice was crying, holding Song Yong's hand, looking up and down, "Speak, where is the injury, where did the blood come from?" ”

Smell.

Song Yongcai raised his eyes, and a little spark fell to the ground on his fingertips, "What are you doing here?" ”

He had undried tears on his face and a deep voice.

Rich blood rushed into her nose, Chu Ying wanted to explain, but couldn't find an excuse, "It's not like that, it's ......"

"What's your relationship with him?" Song Yong's pale face was smeared with a few reds, and he raised his face, tears diluted the blood on his face.

Chu Ying hugged him, ran his hair, and touched it all down, "It doesn't matter......

Facing the darkness, Song Yong's tears and sadness disappeared in an instant, this play, he learned from Chu Ying, it was very realistic, and the effect achieved was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.