At eight o'clock in the evening, Ling Xing and Su Qingluo were still in class on Dingding.

Zeng Zhile had already brushed two test papers, and the irregular sitting posture made her feel that her back hurt badly, she stretched her waist and pulled her cotton slippers out to pour a glass of water to drink.

When she opened the door, she saw that her mother was about to go out to throw out the garbage, and Zeng Zhile kicked her calves twice, which were a little numb because she had been sitting in the same position for too long.

She has a very poor physique, and she can usually sit and never stand, and she can lie down and never sit.

Of course, her favorite position is Ge You's paralysis, and the whole person is trapped in the soft sofa like no bones, which feels too comfortable.

It was precisely because she was lazy that she suddenly felt that she was a little physically unable to study recently.

How can this work, Ling Xing's results at the same table were originally chasing after me, and the two were comparable, but now people have dumped her a whole lot.

Pei Yan at her back table usually didn't learn much in the past, but her grades were second only to Su Qingluo, and Su Qingluo's results were needless to say, they were almost against the sky.

In the four-person group, only her results are becoming more and more unattainable, which makes Zeng Zhile's strong heart rise with an inferiority complex.

It's okay if she can't catch up with them, but she has to improve a little, right?

But after only a long time of brushing the question, she couldn't sit still.

Scrapped.

Too little exercise, and the whole person is about to be wasted.

So, Zeng Zhile took the garbage bag from his mother and volunteered to go downstairs to throw away the garbage.

The lazy daughter offered to take the initiative to share the housework for the first time, and before the look of surprise on Zeng's mother's face could be taken back, her body reacted subconsciously, she stuffed the two bags of garbage in her hand into Zeng Zhile's hands, and thoughtfully helped Zeng Zhile open the outer door.

Zeng Zhile didn't expect the two garbage bags that looked at not much to carry were so heavy, she took a weak step, and said as she walked: "Mom, won't you go down with me?" It's dark now. ”

Zeng's mother didn't care: "It's only eight o'clock, and the trash can is not far from our building, you can just come back immediately after throwing away the garbage."

The security of the community is good, and it is safe.

Zeng Zhile carried the garbage out of the elevator, walked out of the corridor and looked up at the dark sky.

The winter night is much richer than the summer night, especially tonight there are no stars and no moon, there is still a layer of mist in the air, and the light from the street lamps is blocked by the mist, and the distance that can be illuminated is only three or five meters away.

The garbage can is not far from their building, but there is also a certain distance, eight o'clock is the golden time for foraging at night, even if it is cold, there are many people in and out of the community.

Zeng Zhile slowly threw the garbage into the trash can, and when he turned around and was about to go home, he suddenly saw a person squatting under the big tree in the opposite direction of the trash can.

The night was thick, the mist blocked her vision, but Zeng Zhile's eyesight was so good that she could see that the man seemed to be crouching on the ground...... Shoveling soil?

What do you do with shoveling soil? Do you plant something on the big night?

If this matter was left on Ling Xing's body, he would definitely turn around and leave without looking at it, but this person was not Ling Xing, but Zeng Zhile, who had a strong curiosity about everything.

There are a lot of cameras in the community, Zeng Zhile always feels that it is safe enough, but she doesn't think too much about it at all, she is just curious about what the man is digging with the soil?

It has to be said that sometimes curiosity can kill not only cats, but also people.

When Zeng Zhile walked over, the person who felt the shovel seemed to look back, and his flickering side face in the mist always felt a little familiar.

When Zeng Zhile walked five steps behind the man, he was tilting his head sideways and stretching his neck to look, but he didn't see anything clearly, the man who was digging the soil threw away the shovel, suddenly got up and walked quickly to Zeng Zhile's side, he wrapped his arms loosely around Zeng Zhile's neck, and flashed behind Zeng Zhile.

Zeng Zhile was so frightened that he forgot to scream for help for a while.

In just a moment, she missed the best opportunity, and the man behind her half-covered her mouth and nose with his sleeve, and his deliberately lowered voice contained a bit of roughness: "Don't move, don't shout, otherwise-"

The rest of the words were not spoken, leaving Zeng Zhile to make up for it on his own.

Zeng Zhile, who has watched the TV series for so many years, has not watched it in vain, she instantly guessed the other party's intentions.

Or would you kill her?

Zeng Zhile whimpered and shook her head twice, tears of regret were about to flow out, and she suddenly thought about whether it was possible that this man was shoveling soil...... Destroy the corpse.

Woo!

I can't think about it, and if I think about it again, she'll scare herself to death.

Is there a chance to beg for mercy now? Woo, if she did it again, her curiosity would never be so heavy.

I don't know if Zeng Zhile has too many ideas, it's been so big for a while, and there is not a single pedestrian passing by in this place.

The man behind him didn't seem to have much strong malice, and the arm around Zeng Zhile's neck loosened again and again, and he cleared his throat.

Zeng Zhile felt that even the sound of his throat clearing was very familiar, like someone who couldn't remember it for a while.

The man warned her in a rough voice, "Don't shout, you know?"

Zeng Zhile nodded busily, and the strength around his neck loosened a lot.

Zeng Zhile was already able to speak normally, and she hurriedly said, "Big brother...... Ah no, uncle, I really, really didn't see anything. ”

The man behind her didn't speak, and was silent for a while before he said, "But you saw me shoveling soil."

Zeng Zhile almost wanted to cry without tears, and her voice unconsciously raised a few degrees: "What can shoveling soil represent?" How do I know if you're planting something? ”

The man snorted coldly.

It's a familiar cheap tone again, how is this cold snort a bit like ...... Pei Yan?

Zeng Zhile knew that the man behind him could not be Pei Yan, not to mention that Pei Yan did not live in their community, even if he lived in this community, it was impossible for him to go out at this time.

At this point in time, he should be in a debate class.

The man said, "You don't wonder if I'm burying something?"

Of course there are doubts.

But how can this be said? When she said this, she probably didn't want to live.

So, Zeng Zhile hurriedly expressed his loyalty: "I really haven't seen anything, I will treat this as a secret, rot it in my heart, and never tell anyone in this life."

The man obviously didn't believe it, and he asked Zeng Zhile in a low voice, "Do you know the best way to keep a secret?"

Zeng Zhile instantly thought of the line in the TV series "Only the dead can keep secrets", and for a while she felt that her legs were a little weak.

She pretended not to know anything and shook her head frantically: "No, no...... I don't know ......."

The man behind him seemed to laugh lowly, although the clothes were thick, but the distance between the two was extremely close, Zeng Zhile could feel the man's chest trembling.

This pervert, you don't really want to fuck her, do you?

The man said, "The best way to keep a secret is to turn the other person into two kinds of people."

Zeng Zhile asked in a trembling voice, "Which one...... Which two? ”

The man behind him suddenly leaned into Zeng Zhile's ear, and a warm breath sprayed on Zeng Zhile's ear, and his voice contained threats and demagoguery: "Dead or, family."

A faint mint fragrance hit, this fragrance is very familiar, but at this time, Zeng Zhile couldn't smell anything because of nervousness.

She felt that she understood what the man meant, so the man who was holding on to her arms grabbed the clothes on her arm: "Okay...... Okay, I got it......"

Then she shouted a salutation in some humiliation: "...... Father. ”

Father...... Father???

Pei Yan's smile froze at the corner of his lips, from eldest brother to uncle to father, these titles really made him unable to turn around.

How many surprises did Zeng Zhile have that he didn't know?