Gao Feier was pushed away by Fu Yi and fell to the ground. Her elbow happened to hit a sharp stone, and blood came out, but she didn't feel anything like that, staring blankly at Fu Yi squatting on the edge of the cliff. Figure.
At this moment, everyone who was heading to the top of the mountain heard the gunshot and stopped.
"It seems it's still too late." Nie Xiaoxue looked up at the direction that was about to approach the top of the mountain, sighed, and closed her eyes: "Ying, even if you save her, she still has to seek death. Did you do it right? I think if you are still alive, you will definitely say that you will not regret saving her that day, right! Because you love her that way."
Hearing the sound of the gunfire, Shuang Ling lowered his head, a trace of sadness passed through his cold eyes, and then turned and left.
"Sister, won't you go up?"
"No, give this to the person that the young lady wants to give, I want to be alone." Shuang Ling handed the cloth bag in his hand to Shuang Shui, lowering his head to cover up the sadness in his eyes.
"But sister..." Shuang Shui was holding the cloth bag, and she didn't have the mind to look up. She didn't want to go where she couldn't see the lady.
"Shuangshui, needless to say, I'm leaving."
When the words fell, Shuang Shui ran away towards the other side of the road. And Shan also hesitated for a while, and then left.
"I think you don't want to go up, then I can go up and give this to him."
Shuangshui raised his head, looked at Nie Xiaoxue's sincere light, hesitated for a moment, and handed the things in his hands to Nie Xiaoxue. Although she wanted to see what was inside, but at the moment, she didn't have any thoughts.
"Please give it to him. This is the last request of the young lady. Thank you." As he said, Shuang Shui bent down and said pleadingly.
"Don't worry, I will hand it over to him personally."
"Thank you!" With Nie Xiaoxue's affirmation, Shuangshui never wanted to stay here anymore, covering his face, ran down the mountain.
Watching Shuangshui's figure disappear, Nie Xiaoxue looked at Gong Yejun and said faintly: "I think you seem to be worried about her, follow her too! Avoid accidents. You don't have to worry about Fu Shao. , I will help you look at him."
"Thank you." Gong Yejun's cold voice sounded, nodded to Nie Xiaoxue, and left in the direction of Shuangshui.
Looking at the disappearing figure, Fu Yi's killing intent came quietly. He slowly got up, turned his head, and looked at Gao Feier with cold eyes, with a bloodthirsty smile: "You killed her."
The bloodthirsty voice, shuddering, made Gao Feier recover from the daze, moved behind her, her heart trembling constantly: "No, no, I, I did not kill her, yes, it was her, myself It was not me who pulled the trigger."
As if he hadn't heard him, Fu Yi walked towards Gao Feier step by step. Every step Fu Yi took was like hitting the bottom of Gao Feier's heart, making her face paler.
Suddenly, Fu Yi stopped, raised his hand to clasp Gao Feier's neck, and his voice did not fluctuate in the slightest: "You damn it."
"No, no, I didn't kill Qian Xiaoxing." Gao Feier's pupils widened, and he felt his breath tighten for a moment between roars. He raised his hand to open Fu Yi's finger, but there was no looseness in that hand. Opening, but getting closer and closer, no matter how Gao Feier explained, Fu Yi didn't have the slightest intention to listen.
At this moment, Gao Fei'er suddenly regretted it, and tried to get close to Fu Yi, but finally lost his ambition. At such a close distance at this moment, she felt a fear, a fear of death.
If time can go back, she would rather not agree to Qian Xiaoxing's bet, but all this is impossible.
Gao Feier was desperate, her hands fell weakly, tears of regret flowed from the corners of her eyes: She lost, she lost completely.
"Fu Shao, please let her go." Nie Xiaoxue walked to the top of the mountain and saw that Gao Feier's face had begun to gradually turn green. She was shocked and quickly stepped forward to stop her.
Fu Yi didn't make the slightest movement, and the hand that clasped Gao Feier's neck tightened even more.
Nie Xiaoxue's brows lightly Zou: It seems that Qian Xiaoxing's blow to Fu Yi was so great that he couldn't even listen to others' words.
Just when Nie Xiaoxue didn't know what to do, the cloth bag in her hand made Nie Xiaoxue's brain a flash of inspiration. Although she didn't know what was in this bag, she might be able to use this to let Fu Yi put Goofel.
Thinking of this, Nie Xiaoxue didn't think much, and shouted at Fu Yi loudly: "Fu Shao, this is the last thing Qian Xiaoxing wants to give to you. If your hands are contaminated with human life, I don't think Qian Xiaoxing will give this to you even if he is alive."
Sure enough, just after Nie Xiaoxue’s words fell, Fu Yi’s hand holding Gao Feier suddenly loosened a lot. Turning to look at the cloth bag in Nie Xiaoxue’s hand, she didn’t know if she had a premonition or something. Fu Yi suddenly loosened it. Gao Feier snatched the cloth bag in Nie Xiaoxue's hand.
Gao Feier was free, as if a fish that had been dehydrated, got water, coughed violently and inhaled.
"You have learned a lesson this time." Nie Xiaoxue didn't say anything as he watched Fu Yi snatch the cloth bag, walked directly to Gao Feier's side, squatted down, and spoke lightly.
After Gao Feier felt his breathing became smoother, listening to Nie Xiaoxue's question, she lowered her head. If time can go back, and she definitely doesn't want to provoke Qian Xiaoxing, let alone that terrible man.
"Actually you are lucky."
Gao Feier looked up and looked at Nie Xiaoxue puzzledly, not understanding what she meant.
"I think Qian Xiaoxing must have anticipated all of this a long time ago, and that's why people will appear again at this moment and give that thing to him. If not, even if I appear, your fate is probably only one death." Nie Xiaoxue The tone was flat, with a trace of thoroughness, and said slowly.
Gao Feier smiled bitterly: "Maybe." In vain, she was still vowing that she would win, because she was the stupidest one. But this is fine, at least she finally understands that love is impossible to win. Even if one party dies, the other party still loves the dead party, and no one can intervene.
Nie Xiaoxue got up, now that everything was over, she should also leave.
"Ying, at this moment, I finally understand why she has become the ruler of the Tomb of Sakura at a young age. Such a foresight person is probably the only one in C City. I think if she is not dead, maybe she and Fu Shao absolutely They are a match made in heaven. Unfortunately, things are unpredictable."
After Fu Yi grabbed the cloth bag, his hands trembled slightly, and slowly opened the cloth bag, a piece of four-leaf clover came into Fu Yi's eyes, and Fu Yi's body trembled slightly.
At this moment, Fu Yi finally understood why Qian Xiaoxing would use that story and why he would make people look for four-leaf clover. It turned out that everything was expected.
"Xiaoxing, why?" The cloth bag in Fu Yi's hand fell on the ground, and Fu Yi knelt on the ground suddenly, with his hands on the ground, clenched fists tightly, and lowered his head lonely.
The black and white Fu Shao in the vertical and horizontal A city, at this moment, because a young girl is kneeling on the ground, his expression is so sad, as if a trace of sadness is exuding all over him.
That night, a night that everyone didn't want to recall, the girl disappeared at the bottom of the cliff with the rising dawn.
In the early morning, the sun shines through the window and shines on Ling Tianyi's body, coated with circles of yellowish colors.
Ning Jinyi pushed the door in, looked at Ling Tianyi's eyes looking out the window, shook his head, and came to Ling Tianyi's side: "Yi, are you still sad?"
How could she know that although Ling Tianyi didn't have the slightest expression on the surface, she was very clear that Ling Tianyi was very painful, after all, a person who had been treated for ten years had already left.
"No, I'm not sad." Ling Tianyi looked at the morning sun in the sky, accompanied by the sun slowly rising, and said faintly: "I just don't think I know, at this moment whether I am doing right or wrong."
"I think you did the right thing, because this is the kind of student Qian asked you to do, isn't it?"
"Perhaps."
Ning Jinyi sighed slightly, and shook his head helplessly. After a long time, I asked: "Yi, do you know the phone number of Qian's family? I think we still have to tell them about this."
"No, I have already called, and the phone shows an empty number, as if these people have never appeared before, no, it should have never existed before, leaving no clues."
"It seems that classmate Qian planned it this time, so some things related to her have been erased. Does she want everyone to forget her existence?" Ning Jinyi said softly, she didn't understand Qian. What on earth did Xiaoxing think, and didn't want to explore.
Under the shining of the morning sun, Duanmu Lu was slowly clear, without sorrow or joy, staring blankly at the horizon.
Ning Xiaoyin was by her side, quietly looking at Duanmu Lu after waking up, and did not make a sound to pull her back from his contemplation. Because he understood that at this moment, she couldn't face everything that happened in the night.
"Hey, are you the new house?" The four-year-old Duanmulu, carrying a small backpack, bounced to the side of the cute and silent little girl, and he did not gracefully hold it at all. That girl.
The girl turned her head, blinked her lovely eyes, and nodded.
"Oye, I finally have friends." Duanmulu jumped up excitedly, and without asking the girl if she would be her friend, she jumped up to herself: "My name is Duanmulu, how about you?"
The girl looked at the over-excited Duanmulu in a puzzled manner, and was silent for a while before she said lightly, "My name is Qian Xiaoxing."
"Xian Xiaoxing?" Duanmulu said softly, and then laughed happily: "Then we are friends."
As he said, Duanmulu stretched out that chubby little hand and grinned.
"friend?"
"Well, my friend."
Qian Xiaoxing looked at the chubby little hand in front of him, hesitated for a while, then stretched out a hand and placed it on Duanmulu's hand, with a smile on his mouth: "Okay."
All the memories circulate in Duanmulu's mind, whether it is sadness or happiness, or anger, those dust-covered memories that stretch out slowly come to mind, unknowingly, Duanmulu's eye corners shed tears and blurred Her sight.