My Sister is Fuji

The sky was cloudy, and the originally bright weather gradually became gloomy.The sun was out in the morning, and it started to rain in a blink of an eye.

Usually the weather is sultry and it is very comfortable to have a light rain. The light rain is very pleasant, but now there is no such feeling at all.On the contrary, it feels gloomy and sticky, like the juice of tentacles, flowing on your body little by little.

Qiuming was walking on the road, holding a painting in his hand, and walking forward with a blank eye. Fortunately, it was not a peak period, but there were also a lot of cars, one by one, passing by in front of Qiuming, angry. Leaving the sentence "I don't want to live anymore, I can't see the road" and drive away.

Qiu Ming ignored them and didn't care about anything. It wasn't until the rain began to fall that Qiu Ming regained his composure and immediately tucked the painting into his clothes, fearing that the light rain would wet the painting.The painting is not completely dry, and it is easy to fade due to rain.

Looking at the landmark buildings at the crossroads in front of him, Qiu Ming's gloomy eyes brightened a little, and he quickened his pace and ran over, murmuring, "Quick, quick."

It was a red light now, but Qiuming walked over directly.There are many cars, two-wheeled and four-wheeled.Seeing Qiuming rushing over, some hurriedly turned the corner, and some hurriedly braked.

The cars collided, the big car ran over the small car, the small car smashed the railing, and the front of some cars slammed into the green belt of the roadside aisle.

Qiuming didn't walk fast, he murmured something, walked over indifferently, and a car passed by and collided.

"Snapped--"

Qiu Ming stepped on a puddle and finally arrived at the door of Fujiang's house.

"Ding dong—" Qiu Ming pressed the doorbell several times, but there was no response from the house.

Are you going back like this?

Qiu Ming would never have such an idea. His only idea was to find Fujiang, let her see her paintings, imagine her goddess, and show him a gentle smile.

As for whether Fujiang is in the villa?

He never thought about it.It may be escaping, or it may be that he is simply paranoid that Fujiang is in it - it must be in it!

Different from Su Mu's intuition, Qiu Ming's feeling is not so much a feeling as it is a desperate madness.

Besides the villa, can this poor man find Fujiang anywhere else?

Nobody knows this question.

Qiu Ming tucked the painting into the crack of the door and glanced at the surrounding wall.The wall is a kind of iron fence, nearly three meters high, with sharp spikes shining white light on it.It is very sharp, and it may only be possible to cut through clothes with a single stroke, and it is easy to make a hole on the arm.

Tyu Ming looked above his head, the iron rod connected between the two fences, which was the only place to grab.

Even for a slender man of 1.8 meters, it is very difficult to extend his arm to that position, and his arm feels like it is being pulled to the limit.It is very tiring to maintain this movement, and there is no space for the feet to leverage, let alone climb the wall again.

Qiu Ming tried to stand on tiptoe and reached out to grab the railing in the middle.The gap between the two fences was almost two fingers wide, and Qiu Ming's hand seemed to be tucked into it. He stomped his foot on the ground and jumped up, one toe stuck in the gap between the railings on the other side.

But after just holding on for a while, Qiuming fell to the ground.The feeling of falling from two meters was very uncomfortable. Qiu Ming's clothes were stained with dirty rain, and there was gravel hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Qiumen didn't seem to feel the pain, he stood up again and again, and climbed up the railing again and again.The longest time I persisted was only 13 seconds.

Qiu Ming got up again, the white school uniform on his body fell into black and stained with mud, but he still challenged the wall.

Jumping up again, caught between the gaps, as if he had mastered the trick, Qiu Ming swung up and stepped on the gap between the railings on the other side.

The appearance of being very labored and painful, gritted his teeth and tangled his face.

That way, I can't help but think of the toy dolls in the hands of children.The bear child grabbed one arm of the doll, swayed from side to side, turned the windmill, and laughed like a playful laugh.

Qiu Ming stabilized his body slightly, kicked his feet with force, and his feet slid away from the gap, but Qiu Ming's hand had already caught on the iron thorn.The iron thorns are double-edged and pointed, and Qiu Ming's hand is on the iron thorns.

The piercing pain made Qiu Ming's expression distorted, but he still didn't let go. He even gripped tighter, exerting force, swinging his body, and stepping on his feet as well.This time, I didn't step on the iron thorn, but the gap on both sides of the iron thorn.

Qiu Ming kicked his feet desperately, trying to use his strength to climb over the wall and fall towards the villa.He made it, but the spikes were no joke.The clothes on the thigh were easily torn, and the thorns were mercilessly inserted into Qiuming's thigh, and then fell straight to the hard ground.

"Bang!!"

……

Inside the villa.

Fu Jiang yawned and walked downstairs in thin pajamas.She was woken up by the bell outside the door, but she had no intention of opening the door at all.Because she is in a bad mood.

When I went downstairs, I noticed the breakfast on the table.

Fujiang happened to be a little hungry, and went over to see what his caring younger brother had prepared for him.

When Fujiang saw ordinary porridge, soy sauce boiled minced meat and fried eggs on the table, his expression suddenly sank, and he pushed these things aside.

"Is this what people eat, what did you prepare for me!" Fu Jiang picked up a piece of fried egg from the bowl with his fingers, two willow eyebrows tangled together, and with undisguised disgust, he threw the egg into the trash can.

Don't eat this pig food yourself!

What an idiot, if it wasn't for his younger brother, he would have gotten out of this villa long ago.

Fujiang was awakened, and his mood was at a low point.

At this moment, the doorknob of the door turned, making a small sound.

Fujiang glanced at the door.

Qiu Ming, who was standing at the gate, had a lame leg. The leg was completely slit, and the bones inside could be seen, bleeding down.Also bleeding was Qiu Ming's right hand, his face was scratched, his whole body was wet, full of mud, and his body smelled like a stinky ditch.

The only clean left hand uninjured, holding the painting.Qiu Ming limped towards Fujiang, with a look of obsession on his face, and murmured, "Fujiang."

Fu Jiang's face was ugly, and he was even frightened just now.She almost didn't recognize it was Tyu Ming.Looking at his dirty clothes, although he was standing far away, just looking at it, he felt a stench on his body, and the bones of his thighs were still dripping blood, which stained the clean floor.

Fu Jiang couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted angrily, "Don't come here!"

"Fujiang!" Qiu Ming shouted madly with a ghastly face, but he still walked here with a limp.

Fujiang took a step back in disgust and said angrily, "I told you not to go here!" He picked up the bowl on the table and threw it at Qiuming.It smashed into Qiuming's leg, and the fried egg fell to the ground piece by piece, and one piece fell on Qiuming's feet.