According to legend, every child who likes a forty-five-degree angle, bright and sad, was an angel with folded wings in his previous life. Shu Liao
So now I was being sneaked into hiding all the way, I really have the urge to look up at the starry sky with tears streaming down my face. Why is it that we, who obviously should have the initiative, are now in such a passive state? !
Fu Tianchen followed us without saying a word, as if he was just following inadvertently from beginning to end. He didn't plan to come forward to discuss with us or give an opinion, or even an explanation.
I lowered my eyes and sighed silently. A faint guess was forming in my heart, but I couldn't get a complete idea. I had to put it aside for the time being, following in Qu He's footsteps, I also tended to follow in front of my followers. The figure walking in a hurry.
"Will Zheng Minghan appear?" I pulled Qu He over and asked in a low voice.
"Maybe, maybe not." He said nothing.
Rolled his eyes, increased the pace and walked two steps quickly, but suddenly stepped on something under my feet, and almost made a noise. I stood still and did not dare to move, Qu He frowned, and suddenly reached out to hold my armpit, and gave it to me. He picked it up, avoided the small stone, then put me on the ground without moving my eyes, and walked forward slowly.
I:…
Fu Tianchen let out a soft laugh behind him, the meaning is unknown, no happiness or anger can be heard, I was taken aback, turned around to look at him, but he cast his eyes away silently.
These two people are stranger than the other!
The warehouse, one of the typical kidnapping places, silently looked at the empty space in front of me, and glanced at Qu He with resentment:
"My lord, what's the situation now?"
We... actually lost people! ! !
Qu He ignored me, raised his foot and walked in. The slender figure was stretched out in the moonlight. I shook my head vigorously. There is always an inexplicable familiarity with him in such a glorious scene. Sense, and this is not the first time!
Thinking of it, I hurried over to follow him, and suddenly remembered that Fu Tianchen was still following him, and there was a small team led by Xiaolin nearby. Xiaolin and the others didn't like Fu Tianchen, so they deliberately kept him out of the door just now, but... we still can't let him take the risk with us, even if the mistakes made tonight are due to him.
Smiling and turning around to meet Fu Tianchen's deep eyes, I took a deep breath and said softly:
"Fu Tianchen, why don't you go back first?" Don't apologize to me, otherwise, my love for you will be... less...
"Sorry, Zhen Xiaozhu." He narrowed his eyes and whispered, his voice still dull, but he seemed to hide his deeper emotions, "I only offer one word of advice, Zheng Minghan, you can't fight it."
Feeling distressed, he apologized, he admitted...
Give such a ridiculous piece of advice.
He had thoughts... He had thoughts that wanted to get rid of me...
The whole heart was congested, I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from trembling, but stubbornly raised my chin to look at him, with a trace of coldness in my eyes:
"Fu Tianchen, you can hate me, but please don't joke about things that I regard as more important than life."
"I can't beat Zheng Minghan. At most, he was buried with his hapless son, but you mixed in, even if you only provided him with a message about me, to me, you are an executioner."
Because, in my mind, you are a dream...
If Qu He is a god, you are...
A dream.
The gods are helpless when they ask for help, and dreams are... the dependence on my life.
Only when I have this dream that has given me warmth can I not go astray step by step.
I don't know if I'm crying, but I just raised my head like that, stubbornly, speaking slowly, seriously, and simply.
I said:
"Fu Tianchen, I never owe you anything. I just threw a heart to you, but you smashed it on the ground. I just want to get that heart back for so many years."
"You... give it back to me, or tell me where you left it."
Not giving up, I just, suddenly... I was sad, even if I didn't feel where it was, I wanted to say something domineering to call it wrong.
His body shook suddenly and uncontrollably, and the expression on his face seemed sad and bitter, but it was only for a while before he was completely covered by the teasing moonlight, leaving only a low question. The question was simple and playful, but it seemed that the entire huge night fell in one fell swoop, and it made me breathless!
"You don't owe me?"
Being too close to each other, I clearly saw the pain of struggling in his eyes flashing away, and then turning into a sharp needle, piercing it:
"You don't owe me... Hehe, yeah, you don't owe me, it has nothing to do with you. It has always been the hurdle in my heart that I can't get through!"
"Cui Jie killed my father! Zhen Chenggong forced us to flee Yicheng! None of this has anything to do with you! You don't owe me! You really don't owe me!"
For a moment, I heard my heart rattle, making a slight cracking sound, and only those two terrible messages circling in my ears-Cui Jie killed my father! Zhen succeeded to force us to flee Yicheng!
…
"Fu Tianchen, are you also from Yicheng?" I asked him while biting his pen. This man was wearing a beige sweater and blue jeans today. He looked clean and handsome when he was sitting on the sofa and reading a book seriously. He looked straight at me. His eyes became straight, and he was embarrassed to admit that he was staring at him, so when he saw that he looked up, he hurriedly asked:
"Ahem, are you from this city? The last time I heard you and Acai spoke two Yicheng dialects, it's pretty standard."
"Yeah," he nodded, lifted his finger, turned the pages of the book, and rustled softly, "Our ancestors have been from Yicheng for generations."
"Wow, you are still ancestral roots," I chuckled and touched my face to recall, "The old man said he picked me up from a far away place, and I don't know where it is anymore."
He seemed to have just learned that I was not the father of his own life, and he was taken aback, and then he said nothing.
I thought he thought I was talking too much, and was considering whether to continue to have nothing to say. To avoid today's test, he suddenly spoke first.
"Your father is very nice to you." He showed a faint yearning, "My father... I rarely see him."
…
The night breeze blew gently, and the temperature was obviously not low, but I still felt cold all over, the coldness of my hands and feet was uncomfortable, even the pain in my heart and mouth was numb, and the pain in my body was clamoring, but I was used to this A clear and violent feeling.
This person, after all, tied the knot that had been buried for so long, and died.
"Fu Tianchen," I asked in a low voice, "Are we the enemy?"