The woman I love is cruel

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The smile did not change on the face, the tone was an intoxicating whisper, and the words contained a cold meaning.

"Keep running, and you will know how powerful you are after running a few more times. Zhuge Liang captured Meng Huo seven times, little cat, how many times will I catch you?"

The author has something to say: Ms. Wen from the past: These eyes are so beautiful, I want to take them off and soak them in formalin, and watch them secretly~(￣▽￣～)~

Fang Fei: Vomit--perverted

Later Ms. Wen: My sweetheart, the eyes are unparalleled in the world, just like the stars in the sky, put it on my heart?ヽ(*'3'*).

Fang Fei: Heh - idiot

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Ah----

Like the feeble hoarseness of an old accordion.

Fang Fei supported the wall with her hands, ignoring the curious eyes of her neighbors poking her head out. She looked back and saw no suspicious figure.

Already thrown off?

Maybe he really got rid of the woman and her lackeys.

The dry ground was so solid that no footprints could be left, and the alleys extended in all directions, and even she was not sure how to reverse the route back.

Fang Fei swallowed the scarce saliva in her mouth, and the overly intense exercise took away the last bit of her physical strength.

She leaned on the wall, chose a direction at random, and wobbled down.

In the Feicheng built on the mountain, there are many houses built in the shape of steps.

The uneven stone slabs with dark blue plaques and the surrounding high walls make this area a maze, trapping strangers like Fang Fei.

Women who are free at home often set up a stall with a small stand, and the place is right in front of their house.

The glutinous rice balls wrapped in wormwood leaves were filled with bean paste stuffing, and fried golden potatoes were fried in a small iron pan. Fang Fei's stomach was overwhelmed, but she could only hold her awkward stomach as if she hadn't heard of it.

Her feet are like sticky paste, walking in the quicksand-covered ghosts, the pedestrians in it probably feel like her.

The nose becomes sharp at this time, following the smell aimlessly.

The fish is still frying in this pot on a low fire, and the fish pieces are a little slow to turn over, with a burnt smell.

The house opposite had chicken stew, and the blue, purple and purple petunias were in full bloom by the window. From the open window, one could see a boy with his arms on his cheek, bored doing his homework.

Fang Fei's eyes straightened, of course not because of the boy, but because of the loquat tree sticking out of the wall above the house.

More than half of the loquat branches are placed on the end of the concrete wall. The small fruit between the hairy leaves with prominent veins is no bigger than the tip of a thumb, and the big front end is split, as if the other party smiled and said "come and eat me".

Fang Fei couldn't remember that the last time she ate was at noon or night three days ago, but now her eyes were red when she saw the fruit that was not yet fully yellow.

The wall that can usually be climbed in two strokes, this time Fang Fei had to push several times to get on the wall.

Not caring about tearing the skin, Fang Fei stuffed two into her mouth first, and then spit out the black seeds out of her cheeks puffed up, while covering the fruit with both hands, and wrapped it with a hand-held cloth.

Before she could pick more, the dogs in the yard howled wildly when they heard the sound.

Fang Fei put the cloth bag on her shoulders, and when she looked up, she saw the boy looking at her in surprise, the fluffy hair matched the round eyes very well.

A child in a happy family, this thought flashed through her head, and she was about to jump off the wall, when a man shouted from outside the wall, "Sister, how do you get on my wall?"

There are wolves in front and tigers in back.

……

How to explain, now!

Give me a reason, anything!

At this moment, many thoughts flashed through her mind, the speed was too fast, and she didn't catch a single thought.

Eyes are still catching around, this road is not good, it leads to a dead end, I should use my strength to climb to the roof of that low house...

"Sister, come down quickly, I want to call your parents!"

Notify parents?

Fang Qing, or Miss Wen?

The string in the head is broken.

Fang Fei resolutely followed the established route she had temporarily planned, stepping on the fence and turning over to the other side.

The man thought he was a greedy child at first, but according to Fang Fei's nervous expression, he wondered if he was a thief who hadn't succeeded in stealing, so he yelled, "There is a thief! He stole something from my house!"

Now this is really pouring water into a pot of boiling oil, and it exploded.

There were noises from the neighbors around.

"Which one?"

"Where is the thief?"

"Old Wang, wait for me to go downstairs!"

……

The sound of opening windows, pulling slippers, men's voices, women's voices, children's voices, and dogs barking all rang out together.

A pot of bubbling hot pot was suddenly boiled in the quiet alley, and the various shapes that came out of the probe became different ingredients in the hot pot, tumbling in the soup and making it very lively.

She covered her ears and kept changing directions.

I heard the man chasing after me scolding and panting, and the sound disappeared after a while. Climbing stairs is much more tiring than walking on flat ground.

Although she still ran for a while and hid behind the large trash can before taking a breath, she stopped only to find that her ankle hurt badly.

She couldn't remember where she sprained, and she didn't feel it when she couldn't tell her mind to run away, but as soon as she could catch her breath, the pain pierced sharply into her nerves.

She was rubbing her feet, and she paused with her hands when a familiar voice came from outside.

That man's tone was full of complacency, "I used to think I was a ghost, and walked around my house every day. You see, it's lucky to have me this time, otherwise this little thief would have succeeded."

He probably still followed his wife, although he was a little disgusted, he still agreed with him, "That is, Xiaoyong clearly saw the thief, but he didn't even call us, otherwise he didn't catch him early, why bother to make the neighbors feel uneasy ?"

"..."

Not long after they had gone far, there was another group of people, Fang Fei waited left and right, and after this time, it was after dark and the lights were on.

She shrank her feet, took out a loquat from her cloth bag, and bit it, a drop of water fell on her face.

Oh, it's raining.

Regarding the rain, the romantic poet wrote, "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently".

The moistening rain fell silently like this, not letting go of the shelter that Fang Fei finally found.

When the weather is fine, the smell of the trash can is bad enough, and the rainwater mixed with dirt is indescribable.

Fang Fei wrapped the cloth in her arms, and limped out with her injured foot.

Standing in the alley, she raised her head and looked forward.

The halos of various colors in the curtain of rain are like small lanterns hanging in long strips in a flower street, and each group of lights symbolizes everyone's family.

There are no other pedestrians walking in the alley, they always have a window with a lamp burning, and the family warms the food, only Fang Fei standing in the rain has nowhere to go.

The rain flowed down her hair into forked creeks, and Fang Fei couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on her face.

This is not the first time she has cried.

Although she swore to herself: no tears in the future.

But just like she once said to Fang Qing viciously, "I don't need your mother, I don't need it for the rest of my life." After receiving that text message, she still had fantasies in Fang Qing's heart----

Is there a slight possibility that Fang Qing will lead her to escape from that hell?

Just like when she was nine years old.

She still remembered that day, and it seemed to be raining lightly.

Rainwater floats in the air. Although it does not fall directly, it is more uncomfortable for wet clothes to stick to the skin.

The sky is darker than it is now.

Braving the rain, and it was late at night, Fang Qing dragged her out, the two of them didn't speak all the way.

There are no street lights on both sides of the alley, only dim incandescent lamps are lit at the door of someone's house. After illuminating a small area at the door, it is dark again.

I went to a house with hollowed-out plum branches and magpies on the lintel. I don’t know how long the lamp on the door had been installed, but I saw a moth with blue-green wings circling the lamp, flapping its wings randomly.

That was really pretty, as a little girl, she was attracted by the moths rushing towards the flame, and stopped in her tracks. At that time, Fang Qing also stopped and did not continue walking.