Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

Changyang is full of traffic.

He raised his head, looked at the sign of the cafe in front of him, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, then snuffed out the cigarette **** and threw it into the trash can.

The glass window fell, Wen Ruan lay on the car window, glanced at him quietly, then cheered up and comforted him: "Are you in a better mood? If you still feel uncomfortable, think If you think about it, you might know the truth of the year today..."

Fu Zhihuan glanced at her, and the corners of his lips curved: "No, I wasn't thinking about this just now."

Wen Ruan did not guess that Fu Zhihuan would be the answer, so she was stunned: "Hey? Then what are you thinking?"

Think, will the little girl be angry with me?"

Wen Ruan shrank back and covered her forehead, knowing that Fu Zhihuan was looking for an excuse not to worry too much, so she did not dismantle and cooperate with him: "I'm not so Petty and vengeful!"

The environment in the coffee shop is very elegant, but maybe because today is a working day and the street is not usually crowded, there are very few customers at the moment.

I looked up and saw Zhou Ruqing sitting in the corner.

His throat rolled slowly, his eyes darkened.

It was as if there was not just one person sitting there.

It's the truth that has made myself miserable for more than 20 years.

Fu Zhihuan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the person beside him.

Wen Ruan smiled softly: "I'm with you."

He has been alone for twenty years.

So from now on, I will never be alone again.

Zhou Ruqing's condition is very bad.

In the past few days, her white hair has increased visibly to the naked eye, and her eyes are still swollen at the moment, the whole person looks haggard and lack of energy, and her voice is also due to the lack of sun for so many days The cry of the night became hoarse and hoarse.

"After I went back a few days ago, I asked my husband carefully, but he refused to say a word at that time. Until a few days ago, after my daughter disappeared, after I repeatedly asked him, he You just told me the truth."

"I've been thinking these past few days, is it because the adults did a **** thing and got the retribution on the children."

Zhou Ruqing said this, her voice became choked again, she turned her head, tears fell uncontrollably, took out a few pieces of paper to wipe the corners of her eyes, sorted out her emotions, and then cleared Clearing his throat: "I know how painful it is to lose a loved one, so I have to tell Mr. Fu about this matter. It can be considered to accumulate some virtue for the child. I hope she can find her back sooner, or... suffer less."

Fu Zhihuan did not speak the whole time. He leaned against the back of the chair, his expression seemed calm, but he seemed to be restraining something, and his emotions seemed light.

Wen Ruan sighed and pushed the water glass in the direction of Zhou Ruqing: "Drink some water first?"

Zhou Ruqing bowed her head and said thanks, took the water cup, and before she picked it up, she heard a hoarse male voice behind him—

"Clear."

Jin Chenhe didn't know when he came in. At this moment, half of his body was exposed from behind the screen, and he looked tired and decadent.

Zhou Ruqing was stunned for a moment, then she stood up, her eyes full of wonder: "Why are you here?"

Jin Chenhe didn't answer, just licked his lips and looked in the direction of Fu Zhihuan.

Jin Chenhe retracted his gaze, laughed like a self-deprecating laugh, then walked to Zhou Ruqing's side, put his hand on her shoulder, and sat down together: "You went out early this morning. , plus the fact that we were quietly hiding in the toilet and saying something last night, we have been old and married for so many years, of course we can guess what."

Jin Chenhe glanced at the woman beside him tenderly, then straightened up and looked at Fu Zhihuan again: "Mr. Fu, you have always been right, that case has something to do with me. An inescapable relationship.”

In those days, Jin Chenhe, who had been idle all the time, went to work at the amusement park under the arrangement of his family, and was responsible for transporting the garbage trucks with the cleaners and the garbage cans out to delivery at regular intervals. Designated place.

It's tiring and troublesome work, and you can't make much money.

One day, someone suddenly said to Jin Chenhe: "Want to make some extra money? It's very simple. Every time you transport garbage, go to the gate of the East District to take a look. If you see garbage Wherever the barrels are placed, we will help to put them in the car and transport them out together.”

As soon as Jin Chenhe heard it, he knew that 80% of his work was not a good thing.

But after thinking about it, I am a garbage transporter anyway. If something really happens, I say I don't know, and I won't suffer any guilt.

And you can get so much money, no matter how you look at it, it is an easy life.

At that time, Jin Chenhe was a well-known little gangster, and his class was not good. He went around to extort blackmail from the shop owner. It's amazing, and there's no three-point morality, so I immediately agreed.

At that time, he only thought that it might be something similar to drugs, those things that are not legally prepared for trading.

Until one day, when he did not know how many times the garbage truck was transported out, he couldn't help but wonder, what was inside?

So driven by curiosity, after putting the things in the designated place, he quietly lifted the lid of the trash can and took a peek inside.

He was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat.

In the trash can, little thugs like Jin Chenhe can't help but be startled.

He felt like a drum in his heart, his hands shook, he quickly closed the lid of the trash can, and fell a few steps back, and then he reacted with hindsight—

Is it possible that I have been lucky these days and have always been children?

No.

Never call the police.

This group of people is obviously a gang that they can't afford to offend. If they report to the police, they may be arrested without saying anything, or they may retaliate.

Thinking like this, Jin Chenhe made up his mind, raised his head and glanced at the trash can, then got up with gritted teeth, turned around and left the scene as if nothing happened.

Later, he was released after being investigated.

Jin Chenhe also became more and more off-road on the road. In the end, he simply did not go to work. All day long, he dragged a group of friends to fight with people everywhere.

"glory".

Later, I even took it for granted.

Until one day, he met Fu Zhihuan.

Although Fu Zhihuan at that time was only a high school student, but the cold and cold eyes like a lone wolf found its prey, but for the first time, Jin Chenhe felt horrified. Can't sleep at night.

From then on, he suddenly began to discover.

I used to be so despised.

Later, Jin Chenhe got married, and his wife was a gentle and virtuous woman, kind-hearted and gentle.

Under the influence of his wife, his life began to go on the right track, and he also had a beloved daughter.

The incident twenty years ago seems to have vanished.

Until the day my daughter disappeared.

Jin Chenhe's voice became more and more trembling: "Actually, even if Qingqing didn't come today, I will come to Mr. Fu and confess to you what happened back then."

"As soon as I close my eyes these days, my child is lying in the trash can, covered in blood. I know only now that the word retribution turns out to be true... "

Fu Zhihuan seems to be still maintaining the action just now.

But the hand on the table was clenched into a fist at some point, and the veins on the back of the hand burst out.

Fu Zhihuan clenched his teeth until his temples were aching. His eyes were slightly red, and he seemed to be trying his best to hold back something. After a while, he closed his eyes in pain, and his voice was low and hoarse: "When did you put the trash can and where?"

Jin Chenhe remembered the time of the year very clearly: "Two o'clock in the afternoon."

Hearing this sentence, Fu Zhihuan opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were scarlet.

Fu Zhihuan clenched Jin Chenhe's collar tightly, lifted him up and pulled him in front of him.

Wen Ruan froze for a moment, stood up subconsciously, and wanted to persuade, but when she saw the expression on Fu Zhihuan's face, she stopped.

"On the autopsy report, Fu Yuqing died within 12 hours before the body was found."

Jin Chenhe looked like an unconscious marionette, letting Fu Zhihuan vent.

But when I heard this sentence, I suddenly shrank my pupils.

Wen Ruan understood what Fu Zhihuan meant.

That is.

When Jin Chenhe saw Fu Yuqing, she was not dead.

In other words.

If he had called the police, Fu Yuqing would not have died.

The author has something to say: Come on, son, you will suffer more in the update tomorrow.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Qian Congee Shop, Mocuishle Jianghui 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Ball 10 bottles; Mu Xi 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!