Yang Xiao and Huo Xiaofang walked back, and when they passed Longteng Road, her footsteps stopped. Huo Xiaofang looked at her: "What did I think of."
Yang Xiao shook his head: "Just remember those eyes."
Huo Xiaofang: "If you don't remember it, you don't want to."
Huo Xiaofang, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, didn't know why. He was very tired, but he couldn't fall asleep. Yang Xiao opened his closed eyes and looked at the upper floor. She could tell from the sound of his breathing whether he was asleep.
"Xiao Fang, are you asleep?"
Huo Xiaofang opened his eyes closed, and moved closer to the edge of the bed.
"Not yet, what's the matter, afraid?" he asked.
Yang Xiao: "Well, if what I saw that night was really the murderer, I was afraid he would find me."
"Don't be afraid, I will not give him a chance. We are working hard to get him out of the crowd." Huo Xiaofang's tone was slightly lower, and his speech was soft and firm.
Yang Xiao felt a warm feeling in his heart.
She couldn't sleep, so she simply sat up and surrounded herself with a quilt. Huo Xiaofang heard the movement coming down from the upper bunk and sat next to her. Zero long literature network
Yang Xiao: "I read the newspaper, that woman died so cruel." Yang Xiao shuddered when he thought of the dead'snowman' picture that was exposed and published in the Shicheng Daily.
Huo Xiaofang stretched out on her shoulders, patted with his hands, as if comforting a frightened child. Yang Xiao slowly put his head on his shoulder.
"Xiao, you must pay more attention to the people around you recently, and tell me if you have any questions."
Yang Xiao nodded, maybe it was cold, maybe because she was used to being lonely since she was a child, his appearance was helping her dispel loneliness little by little. She was happy in her heart, but worried. Thinking of Chen Mei and Yang Qiang's decayed corpse, the scenes when he was a child rolled in his mind like a movie. Some damage, some shadows, once planted, they linger. Even with his warmth beside him now, Yang Xiao's tears still dripped.
Huo Xiaofang felt her abnormality, and the hand that was holding her shoulder slightly added some strength. The girl who was from a poor family but worked harder appeared in her mind. I don't know if it's too long, or his memory has declined, so he can't see her in his memory. Only a pair of bright eyes looked at him with a smile.
The man stood in front of the window, watching the snowflakes floating down from time to time, and the smoke in his mouth was bright and dark. Who is the owner of those eyes? The rain was too heavy and the night was dark. Under the faint street lamp, except for those eyes, no other features of the face could be clearly seen.
When he took a puff of the cigarette, a long piece of soot was born. The wind came in from the window and the soot flew away. The man waved his newspaper hand to the air.
Then he cast his gaze on the newspaper and watched the picture of the'Snowman' standing in the snow looking up at the starry sky. A smile floated at the corner of his mouth, making people feel that his back was cold for no reason. A cigarette burned out, the cigarette butt flew out of the window, and then reached out and closed the window. Walked back to the table and picked up another newspaper.
The woman in the missing person notice was dressed in a red wedding gown with a smile on her lips. In his mind, the red that came out when the blade slashed across the woman's wrist, the sound of red blood falling into the snow drop by drop in his ear, and the scene of red and white colliding and quickly smudging.
(End of this chapter)