Crack: Not loving you is the way back

Su Mo fixed his eyes on her and said with a smile, "You've just joined the industry?"

The little girl nodded, a little ignorant of the world, with a sad and compassionate look on her face.

Su Mo was in a daze and saw the smile of the female police officer who saw her released from prison. It was warm and pleasant, making a person who was alone in the cold suddenly feel warm.

She was fascinated by the thought for a moment, and it wasn't until Gu Li patted her arm that she suddenly came back to her senses. The workplace was a big dyeing vat, and all those who had dreams and longings in their hearts eventually became philistines under the various temptations of society. Lost heart.

"Are these people your seniors?" Su Mo pointed at the group of people in front of him, his eyes full of disdain.

The little girl was shocked by the sarcasm in her eyes for a moment. As a newcomer in this industry, she always speaks true to her heart. Somehow, she couldn't help but defend her industry and said: "Miss Su, the sarcasm in your eyes Tell me you’re biased against our industry.”

Su Moru laughed loudly when he heard the Arabian Nights joke, and then admitted openly: "I think I need to correct you. I am not biased towards your industry, but I am completely...disgusted." , every one of you makes me feel extremely disgusted."

The little girl accepted her incompetence for a moment, her eyes turned red instantly, and she was extremely aggrieved, "We have no enmity, you...why do you hate me?"

Su Mo felt that this girl was really stupid and annoying. After all, this person was different from others.

The crystal clear teardrop is indeed a sharp blade that can kill people invisible. It is so innocent that it makes people feel sick from the bottom of their hearts.

She shook her head, smiled bitterly, and said to the familiar reporters in a friendly voice: "Dear reporters, I'm here today. I don't know what you're doing. Why don't you... have a taste of my tea first? In case you don't like it, how about... My mouth will be so dry later that I won’t be able to speak.”

"Su Mo, do you hate me?" When the little girl saw Su Mo suddenly ignoring her, her chest felt tight and she felt very aggrieved.

Su Mo thought this man was really weird. He had a microphone in his hand and a work badge on his chest, and he rushed into her home uninvited. She didn't feel angry and yelled at her, but she said "the evil one complained first" and she felt wronged.

Human beings are really strange creatures, with emotions coming out of nowhere for no reason.

"Did I bully you?" Su Mo took a sip of tea and caressed his uneven arms in boredom, his eyes filled with soul-stirring scrutiny.

It was okay that she didn't speak. Once she spoke, the little girl cried softly as if she was under great threat. Perhaps her conscience was not completely lost, so she knew that the fault of things turning like this was not Su Mo's fault, but Su Mo's fault. It was her well-developed tear ducts that were to blame.

While wiping her tears, she said with embarrassment and apology: "I'm sorry, this... this has nothing to do with you, it's... I can't control my emotions."

It's not that Su Mo doesn't have compassion. It's not that she has never been a holy mother. In the end, every fact told her ruthlessly that good people are unlucky in life, and those with a mother's heart are prone to disaster.

Especially for those who have harmed him, this heart that has been stabbed with blood would rather care for the stray cats and dogs on the street than waste it on these people.

She said something irrelevant: "It's really none of my business..." After a pause, she suddenly remembered something and smiled slightly: "You are much more conscientious than you seniors like you."

Everyone was stunned.

They came today to challenge Su Mo, but now, things have developed in the opposite direction. Unknowingly, it has turned into Su Mo starting to question them.

"Su Mo, you are an adult bullying a little girl. Isn't this... unethical?" A male reporter asked Su Mo.

"Morality?" Su Mo looked up at the job badge on his chest and said, "How old was the Heda reporter four years ago?"

"32, what's wrong?"

"How old is she now?" Su Mo pointed at the girl whose tears couldn't stop falling.

"I am 23 years old." The girl responded in a low voice.

"23, 29..." Su Mo gave a wry smile with some emotion, looked at Reporter He sharply, and said, "Journalist He, do you still remember how old I was four years ago?"

The man was confused by Su Mo's words just now, but now he understood. Su Mo was retaliating in kind. She was much younger than him back then.

Not only did he realize it, but everyone who had forced Su Mo at the cemetery also suddenly realized it.

Seeing such a big change in their expressions, Su Mo knew that their minds, filled with fame, fortune and money, finally remembered the time when the cemetery forced her to do so. She stared at the unpredictable expressions on their faces and said, "If this is the case, It was persecution and bullying. What did you do to me back then? One after another, you ignored the facts and shamelessly nailed me to the pillar of shame with your pen, ruining my bright and magnanimous life. You yourself You are the messenger of justice, holding a camera and sending innocent people to hell one after another. How many people have been destroyed in your hands over the years? Feel your conscience and ask yourself, do you really deserve it? Use the word 'person'?"

"Su Mo, there's no point in rehashing old scores. We're not here to listen to your complaints today." The male reporter, who was careless and only cared about his own interests, confronted Su Mo in a calm tone.

"It's not that interesting?" Su Mo stared at the camera in his hand, stood up slowly, and walked towards him with a slight smile on his lips. As he walked, he asked in his soul: "The camera on my arm The scars were cut out one by one with a knife in prison. The scar on my face that looked like a scar was poked out bit by bit with a toothpick dipped in medicine... …”

"You...why are you telling me this? I didn't make you become like this."

Su Mo stood still in front of him. Humanity says that "eyes are the windows to the soul." She looked into his eyes to see if his soul was twisted. Otherwise, how could he be so shameless!

She said: "Four years ago, you were the one who attacked me in the cemetery, right?"

The man's eyes averted because Su Mo's gaze was too intense and sharp, and he felt too guilty to look directly at it.

"I have always believed in a saying that there will never be any empathy in this world. Only by personal experience, and only by your own pain, can you understand the pain of the person who was killed."

The man didn't know why Su Mo suddenly said this to him. He felt panicked in his heart. He wanted to stay away from Su Mo, but it was too late.