Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Looking back to see Shen Zhichu, Li Jingshen didn't show joy on his face, but sat on the steps in a daze and watched Shen Zhichu walk towards him step by step.

He didn't even blink, his dark pupils looked like a bottomless abyss.

Until Shen Zhichu stood in front of him and stopped, Li Jingshen opened his mouth stiffly like a robot and spit out a series of numbers.

"It's the 37th time." After Li Jingshen said this, his eyelashes trembled, and he looked at Shen Zhichu with soft eyes, calm and peaceful, and it's not difficult to hear the bitterness in his voice.

Shen Zhichu didn't understand the meaning of this string of numbers, and his tone was mocking: "37 times what?"

"Hallucinations." In the 54 hours since he moved here, he saw Shen Zhichu's hallucinations 36 times.

Shen Zhichu's throat clogged, his eyes missed Li Jingshen, looking at the steps behind him, and asked again: "What are you wiping?"

"Blood, Shen Zhichu's blood, the child's blood." Li Jingshen's hands were red from the cold, people with slender fingers are not easy to get frostbite, and Li Jingshen has never had one, but these days he has been touching cold water and rubbing The floor, his hands were red, his left hand with the nails removed, the protective nails without the nails were red and swollen, and the skin was broken in some places.

Shen Zhichu's fingers have also experienced this. That year she lost her memory and couldn't remember anything. When it was cold, her fingers couldn't help but feel cold and ache.

Li Jingshen's hand keeps warm all the year round, and he always covers her hand to breathe, warming her fingertips and relieving the pain.

Such a gentle person, every time he looks at her, he will forget that he is among the people who made her like that.

There are always some things that need to disappear to prove its preciousness. Once it disappears, it has nothing to do with the original unforgiveness, because what you had at the beginning is now gone.

Lost, nothing makes sense.

Li Jingshen's heart is like a maggot in the gutter, it looks dirty, but who wants to be a maggot in the gutter from birth?The maggots in the gutter have never thought of going out of the gutter, and have lived their whole life in a dark place.

Loving someone is a luxury for him. He doesn't know how to love, and he dare not love, but once he accepts it, he can treat him with all his heart for the rest of his life.

No matter how good luck tricks people, before he had time to learn how to love others, that Shen Zhichu who used to have his eyes all over him didn't want him anymore.

He learned too late, and no one would wait for him to learn, not to mention he has no time or chance.

When Shen Zhichu arrived here, her heart was full of destruction, she wished to take out the fruit knife in her bag and stab Li Jingshen to death, but seeing how he lost his soul now, she didn't know how to do it.

Li Jingshen only thought that she was an illusion.

Shen Zhichu looked at the clean and spotless stairs behind him, there was no bloodstain as Li Jingshen said there.

"The blood has been washed away long ago."

Li Jingshen shrank his hands, clenched the wet rag in his hand, and said in a trembling voice, "No...it wasn't wiped clean..." He took the rag again and wiped it over and over again along the stairs.

There was blood everywhere here, it was Shen Zhichu's blood, and it was not wiped clean.

Shen Zhichu didn't speak any more, she looked at Li Jingshen's appearance, and thought in her heart, what is the reason why he did those dirty tricks to get her here, and now he is doing such "boring" things?Pretending to be miserable?Poor?

Shen Zhichu would not feel compassion just because he saw Li Jingshen's "cowardly" look, let alone be moved by his pity.

Li Jingshen wiped the steps, but what he thought in his mind was: after cleaning, maybe Shen Zhichu will come back.

Shen Zhichu reached out and grabbed Li Jingshen's collar, and after he was forced to turn around, he grabbed his neck and pressed down.

With a sudden movement, the bucket next to it was knocked over, and the water flowed all over the ground, from top to bottom, and the water flow was winding, very much like the original blood.

"No matter how clean you wipe it, this place is still dirty, just like the things you did to me, even if you put it on yourself ten times, a hundred times and a thousand times, and tasted all the pain I have suffered, it is still the same It can't be made up, unless you can turn back time and go back to the past, but can you? Li Jingshen!"

After Shen Zhichu finished speaking in one breath, there was only the sound of Li Jingshen's breathing in the air, heavy and depressing.

Li Jingshen was leaning against the stairs, his neck was still stuck, and his back was in great pain, but he didn't struggle, he just looked at the hand that grabbed his neck, followed it to his arm, shoulder, and finally landed on Shen Zhichu's face superior.

Tears flowed from scarlet eyes, Li Jingshen's calmness before was just superficial, it was just window paper, and it would be broken with a single poke as Shen Zhichu approached.

There is no need to stimulate him with too many words, just the arrival of Shen Zhichu will make him collapse.

Li Jingshen showed a bitter smile: "So it's not a hallucination..." He paused, then continued to ask, "Why did you come here?"

"Didn't you force me to come here?"

Shen Zhichu felt that Li Jingshen was rotten inside and out, full of scars, she felt sad and ridiculous, she never thought that Li Jingshen, who had always been aloof in front of her, would become like this.

But thinking of everything that happened yesterday, those text messages, anger suddenly rose in her heart.