Nie Zhao went back to the apartment alone, pressed the code and looked at everything that had been cleaned up inside, as well as the landlord who lived inside, she stood at the door and didn't dare to enter.

There are dead people here, and from a house that can be rented out, it has become a murderous house that no one wants.

She still has some residual kindness, which helped her take care of the pieces for a while.

The landlord received a message from Nie Zhao that she had only come after being discharged from the hospital today, glanced at her, and shouted, "Come in." ”

Then he took out a contract and slapped it on the table.

"Sit."

Nie Zhao sat opposite, looking at the contract on the table in black and white, the landlord had signed it, she picked it up and looked at it line by line, perhaps because she had just come out of the hospital, her brain was slow to react, and her whole body was a dull feeling that was half a beat slower.

"One million, Nie Zhao, you also have to be considerate of Auntie, if you make the house like this, I can't rent it, so I can only smash it." The landlord sighed deeply after speaking.

"I bought this house for 1 million yuan more than 10 years ago, and in a place like City A, where every inch of land is expensive, even if this apartment is a little biased, the price is not very much, if you hadn't made it like this, I wouldn't have been able to sell it to you at such a low price, and I would have sold it to you at a loss now."

Nie Zhao lowered his eyebrows, took out his mobile phone that he hadn't seen for a long time, charged it, sat on the sofa and said to the landlord: "I don't have that much money for the time being. ”

She paid for her medical bills, and she didn't have much money left over from her previous part-time job, and the balance in her bank card was close to nothing.

"Then you-"

Nie Zhao raised his head, and Qing Lingling's eyes looked extremely gloomy: "Can I write an IOU?" You can pay the interest rate from the bank, and you can rest assured that I will pay it back. ”

The landlord felt that Nie Zhao's state was not quite right, as if she had lost her soul, and she was sick, but she knew that she had been in the hospital for so long, and besides, there was so much trouble on the Internet, and she also knew some corners, and there was still a lot of sympathy for Nie Zhao in her heart.

"You ...... You okay? ”

Nie Zhao shook his head, signed the IOU, and said as he signed, "I may not be able to pay you back immediately, but I will definitely pay it back." ”

The landlord also felt a little uncomfortable, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "You, you pay it off as soon as possible, and the interest will be settled." ”

"Thank you." Nie Zhao finished signing, handed her a copy of the contract, and looked up and smiled.

When the landlord left, Nie Zhao sat down on the sofa and picked up the fallen pieces, crossed his legs, put it on her lap, and stroked its soft cat with his hands.

It's not afraid of the landlord taking it away.

Nie Zhao knew that the landlord was willing to help feed it because the landlord was also a person who loved cats very much, and he left here because of the cattery business.

Nie Zhao hugged the broken nest on the sofa, the hideous scar in the palm of her hand was very heavy, gently scratching the cat's fur, she felt that the palm of her hand had an intimate softness.

The words of the doctor before she was discharged from the hospital echoed in her mind, as if she was giving her a critical illness notice.

"Miss Nie, you have a big psychological problem, if you can, I still recommend that you do long-term treatment in the hospital."

Nie Zhao said yes, and then went through the formalities and left the hospital.

Because of the debt, Nie Zhao had to find another job, and she went to the bar only to learn that the bar had been transferred.

The bar was the result of Luo Yu's great efforts to get to where it is now, and Nie Zhao was a little surprised that he would sell it.

After she went to ask, she heard a little girl at the front desk whispering: "It seems that he has not been to the bar since the beginning of the Chinese New Year, and last month there was a new boss here, a capitalist from Hong Kong. I guess I'm going to be a policeman like his brother?? I don't know. ”

Nie Zhao nodded, the girl looked at Nie Zhao again, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Sister Zhaozhao, do you want to work in the bar?" With our appearance, tsk, it must be the best. ”

Nie Zhao chuckled, then shook his head: "I'm not coming, I may go to a nearby Internet café to register the cashier." ”

The girl sighed and cried: "How much money does the cashier have, and the salary is very low." ”

Nie Zhao: "The cashier doesn't have to talk much. ”

Nie Zhao also tried to contact Jiang Hang, but received a message from him that he wanted to do business with an uncle and told her to take care.

She wanted to ask something, only to find out that he had deleted it.

All of a sudden, it was as if everyone had disappeared.

Although the bar is smoky, it has a higher salary than a convenience store, and the Internet café is close to a nearby high school, so there are many people who book the night at night.

A group of teenagers who are not yet adults do not seem to be very good at studying, but they are fluent in smoking.

She doesn't talk much, and she wears a mask every day when she goes to work, otherwise she just sits at the front desk and plays a small game, and if she is not deaf, she can hear who is not telling her.

One of the boys came over with a smile and called out to Sister.

"Sister, do you smoke?"

Nie Zhao glanced at a few people, shook his head and said nothing.

"Add a WeChat? Let's go out and play. ”

Nie Zhao chuckled, looked at him and said, "Do you know who I am?" ”

The boy was stunned for a moment, and ahhhh

When she took off her mask, two of the boys groaned in unison, and ran away in an instant.

"Huh? Who is it?? ”

……

The next day, she quit her job at the Internet café, wondering what job she could dodge from all social interactions.

It's annoying.

She was overwhelmed.

In the month after her resignation, Nie Zhao didn't go out much, and every day she was at home in a half-dream, half-asleep, except for listening to songs at the desk at the window in a daze, and often playing some tunes with the new guitar that Jin Zhuoqi had given her.

On July 31, Nie Zhao posted a guitar song on the Internet, called "On a Gray Day in April", which suddenly caused waves on the Internet.

The pseudonym she used was shattered, and later a producer of Youth Guoman contacted her and bought out the ownership of this guitar song.

Nie Zhao didn't care what the original Guoman was about, after receiving the transfer, Nie Zhao used all the money from the sale to transfer it to the landlord to pay off the debt.

She breathed a sigh of relief when the sun shone in, nestled in her chair and listened to the song, propped her chin on her elbows, and stared at the dazzling sunlight, which formed a circle of light that enlarged and narrowed in her pupils, and then became darker and darker in front of her, like the sky was lit up.

Her eyelashes trembled, her eyes didn't close, she felt a tingle after being open for a long time, and she only wanted to see the light clearly, not the darkness, but the light in front of her disappeared in an instant, and lit up in another moment.

This flickering light was a sign that her eyeballs were being pressed to the point that they seemed to be about to break.

Nie Zhao realized that there seemed to be something wrong with her eyes, but she didn't want to go to the hospital and was fed up with hospital life.

Nie Zhao came out of the hospital and had no contact with Jin Zhuoqi, she refused to know any of his status, and as if she wanted to cut off from him alive, let everything disappear.

Until they received a call from Fu Kun, saying that they were going to see Brother Zhuo and asked Nie Zhao if he was going.

Nie Zhao just pinched his phone, and said in a light voice, "Don't go." ”

Fu Kun was calm, perhaps the past few months had allowed him to accept the reality, and he was able to suppress his impatience.

"Nie Zhao, if you hadn't sent that WeChat message that day, Brother Zhuo wouldn't have gone to you, and he wouldn't have been in jail."

Jin Zhuoqi obviously knew that even if he couldn't kill Ma Quan, Ma Quan's situation at that time would not be able to live, Fu Kun couldn't tell for a while, he did it impulsively at that time, or he just wanted to solve Ma Quan with his own hands, and help Nie Zhao return it with his own hands at any cost.

The voice on the phone was grim and unforgiving.

"Well, I know, isn't that what he's happy to?"

Fu Kun couldn't suppress his arrogance: "Nie Zhao you——"

When Mingzhou heard Nie Zhao's attitude, his whole body exploded, and he grabbed his mobile phone and shouted, "You ungrateful woman!! You—you're going to be punished sooner or later! You have harmed Brother Zhuo like this, and you are so ruthless, when he comes out, he will definitely stay away from you! ”

Nie Zhao listened quietly and nodded: "Well, yes." ”

"I'm not going, don't call me."

After speaking, Nie Zhao hung up the phone, sat on the sofa on his knees, wrapped his arms around his knees, and buried his whole face in the crook of his arm.

The crumbs next to him didn't know what was wrong with Nie Zhao, but just lay on the sofa and looked at her quietly.

For the whole year after that, Nie Zhao lived like a walking corpse, adhering to Lu Xiang's state of wanting her to live well, and trying to enrich her life.

But she really doesn't like to go out, doesn't like crowds, doesn't like to be lively, so the scope of activities is only in the 100-square-meter apartment.

She posts a lot of guitar songs that don't have a beginning or end, occasionally goes to the convenience store to buy some bento, and spends most of her time snuggling up on the couch and enjoying her life alone.

Summer is the season when peaches are ripe, and Nie Zhao likes to buy a lot of fruits, fill the entire refrigerator, then cut them and put them on the plate, take pictures and post them on her social media, and post a daily photo almost every day, as if she is doing well.

Only several times she woke up, and found herself sitting on the balcony, the wind freezing her whole body unconscious, and she opened her eyes in a trance to look at the dark sky, with the stars twinkling on it, and sat on the balcony against the wall all night.

The next day, he used a wire to lock the balcony door completely.

She was afraid that one day she would choose to jump without realizing it.

Spring goes to autumn, and in the blink of an eye, another year.

The heaviest rain of the summer came on the last day of the following summer.

At that time, Nie Zhao was lying on the bed in a daze, her work and rest were too poor, she was awakened by the thunder when she was weak, she opened her eyes and looked at the raindrops outside the window, when she picked up her mobile phone to look at the time, her eyes were open, her eyes were too dim, sometimes it took a long time to restore the light, and most of the time everything she saw was blurry.

It was very difficult for her to see the news from Fu Kun clearly, saying that Jin Zhuoqi was released from prison today.

It was only then that she realized in a trance that a year had passed.

Spring goes to autumn, and it's really fast.

She lay in the quilt, looking at the dagger next to the bedside table in a daze, tilting her head sideways and stretching out her arm to hold the dagger and put it into the quilt, her eyes looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and the rain covered the entire floor-to-ceiling window, so that she could see the neon lights and high-rise buildings outside the window even more blurred.

Rubbing his head on the pillow, Nie Zhao lowered his head sideways and gestured to the dagger on the tattoo of the little black cat on his wrist.

After finding a good position, Nie Zhao pinched the dagger and slashed it on his wrist one by one.

The light blue sheet she used, the flesh on her wrist was cut, and the blood dripped directly onto the light sheet, which was very dazzling.

The stinging sensation also hurt like a heart, and it struck one after another.

Crushed is still sleeping.

Nie Zhaozhang closed his eyes and thought, hoping that someone would adopt it, and it should not be able to continue to be a wild cat again, just like her, there is no way to go back to the past.

She is going to be invisible, she is afraid of the dark, and there is no way to realize Lu Xiang's last words.

Holding the dagger, it was cut mechanically, probably too painful, and it could only be increased little by little, and the door was suddenly opened.

Nie Zhao thought it was broken, but he thought it was unlikely.

Broken temper is much better than when she came, but she never gets close to people, and she doesn't get any response unless she takes the initiative to pick it up.

In the next second, I heard that familiar and unfamiliar voice, coming from behind.

"Nie Zhao."

Nie Zhao's fingers were cut back and forth in the quilt, his shoulders trembled slightly, his slender eyelashes trembled several times, and his heart beat fast.