The woman I love is cruel

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She nodded and shook hands with the red-eyed little friend.

"Sorry, I lied."

Memories of the past should have been dark and vague.

But at this moment, it is like a leaflet that occasionally floats by in the dilapidated alley, blown by the wind so that it insists on sticking to your face.

Touch it down and spread it out.

Every word and every sentence is clearly displayed before your eyes.

Whether it was every conversation about dreams after that; or when applying for college, the school and familiar majors that her mother directly helped her fill in regardless of whether it was; or, the voice in her heart that has always influenced her choice...

There was such a person, with those hands, that moved Miss Wen's fate line.

Miss Wen herself is a puppet in the hands of a puppeteer, hanging by a string, thinking that her world is outside the curtain.

But he didn't know that his whole body was being displayed by outsiders, and that being killed or falling in love had already been marked in the script.

Such a life, how sad...

Fang Fei did not hear Miss Wen's answer.

She turned her head, bumped Miss Wen with her shoulder, and winked at her anxiously.

"Miss Wen!"

Only then did Miss Wen reply, "Why bother? I'm dead... I've written a will, and the house and most of my limited savings are yours..."

It seems that he doesn't want to continue living even more than Lao Yang.

Fang Fei gritted her teeth, so angry that tears were about to flow out again.

It turned out that she was caring and caring, but the people around her still didn't take her seriously.

Hot face and a cold butt!

But this kind of thinking will not make Fang Fei give up on helping Miss Wen.

She stiffened her neck and said firmly, "Either the three of us go out together, or the three of us die together!"

With a snort, he stopped looking at Miss Wen.

She was afraid that Lao Yang would have some extreme thoughts about Miss Wen because of this, so she bit the bullet and explained to him.

"You heard it too, I am her daughter, I promise you on behalf of my mother, I will file a lawsuit for your daughter as soon as I go out!"

Lao Yang raised his head, half-believing, "Really?"

Looking at Lao Yang Xiji's eyes, Fang Fei also knew that it was wrong to deceive this honest man.

But now she has no other choice but to pull herself together and be decisive.

"real!"

Lao Yang stopped talking, helped Fang Fei untie the rope, and started to get Miss Wen out of trouble.

The fire has already reached the wall, leaving black ashes on the roof of the factory building.

The factory building was filled with smoke.

Fang Fei covered her nose with her sleeve from choking, and knelt down.

She was sweating all over, as hot as walking around a volcano.

He didn't dare to wipe the sticky sweat on his face with his sleeve.

Miss Wen is coughing.

Lao Yang's hands trembled more and more.

They could already hear someone shouting, "Fire! Fire! Get a hose!"

She became more and more anxious, but she didn't dare to urge Lao Yang, let alone leave them and go out first.

What if, as soon as she went out, the two reached a consensus and walked hand in hand?

Immediately, she picked a branch that had fallen in on the ground, and planned to run towards the fire wall.

But I heard someone calling my name at the entrance, "Fang Fei! Fang Fei!"

The voice is familiar.

Fang Fei remembered that it was the uncle who had planted Fang Fei before.

He was yelling into it with a wet wipe to his nose.

"Uncle! I'm inside!"

Fang Fei's voice became a direction indicator.

The smog was lingering, and the figure of the uncle suddenly appeared from the smog, like a magic soldier from the sky.

Coincidentally, the restraints on Miss Wen's hands also fell to the ground.

Fang Fei pointed to Miss Wen's legs, and bowed to the uncle again and again.

The uncle also understood what she meant, picked up Miss Wen and rushed to the factory gate.

Fang Fei was about to keep up with the uncle's footsteps, but Lao Yang behind him became silent again.

He squatted on the ground and got up.

Fang Fei turned her head, took a few steps back, and went to pull him.

Lao Yang really has the will to die, and the difference between his current thinking and his previous thinking is only one death or two death.

But seeing Fang Fei pulling his arm so hard, he got up helplessly and walked together.

The fire could no longer be suppressed, even if someone rushed in this direction with a water hose.

The asbestos tiles burned faster than Fang Fei expected.

After rubbing it a few times, it smashed down a few large black lumps that were burned and burst.

Burst into frenzied sparks on the ground, and carried out a suicide attack on the two people who were still racing against death.

Even after being bombed, Fang Fei didn't seem to feel any pain.

She didn't dare to stop, but only dared to bury her head and rush towards the opening.

The factory gate seemed to be forged from flames.

I don't know whether it leads to reality or hell.

Maybe after she gets out, she will have to lie in the hospital for a long time, but this is an honor that only those who survive can have.

The uncle hugged Miss Wen and waved to them, his mouth also very anxious.

"Quick! Quick! It's going to collapse!"

Fang Fei thought to herself: "Uncle, don't be crowed, I'm almost at the gate."

But she saw Miss Wen's eyes wide open, full of despair and wet tears.

what happened?

Follow their gaze, up--

The huge burning red and black wooden pillars looked like punishment from Thor.

dying?

Fang Fei felt less afraid and regretful.

She is an outcast.

There are five people in the family, no one loves her, and the love that I feel is only obtained from Miss Wen later.

Maybe there is still, but more----

If this is really a punishment, let me take it on Miss Wen's behalf.

For the rest of her life, she will be a good person.

The author has something to say: Sometimes I really wonder if there is such a thing called fate.

But if you think about it carefully, maybe it is better not to exist.

I have heard the best answer to fate: "Fate is an excuse for the weak, luck is a humble word for the strong."

Share with everyone and be a strong man who dominates himself!

Chapter 46 Chapter 46

In a daze, she returned to the tree again.

The small golden fan on the ginkgo tree danced in the air under the effect of the breeze blowing slowly, and the rustling sound seemed like someone was spying on it.

She looked up, not thinking for a moment where she was.

"You should go."

It was obviously a childish voice, but it sounded like the Sanskrit voice of the Buddha to the ears.

The little monk wearing a yellow monk's robe had two dimples of laughter, tilted his head, and looked at Fang Fei directly below.

His body propped on the ginkgo branch swayed from side to side, and his feet swayed like small paddles for paddling water.

"I……"

Fang Fei should want to ask a certain question, but she forgot what to say.

While reciting Buddhist scriptures, devout monks beat wooden fish in the temple on the side.

The smell of incense sticks forms a small snake in the trickle of air.

Without paying attention, it got into Fang Fei's nostrils.

This shocked her spirits and broke out of her trance.

I'm probably dead?

But it seems to be alive.

She looked at the complete body, there was no trace of being burned by the fire, and she looked at the little monk again.

"You helped me?"

The little monk didn't say a word, just humming an unknown song.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, or maybe it's just Fang Fei's own feelings.

The little monk jumped and landed lightly on the ground.

"Okay, you should go."

The little monk looked at the sky between the ginkgo trees, where there was a dome of white clouds.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, only one is different from the reality - there is no sun in the sky.

Fang Fei disappeared under the tree in doubt.

The little monk looked out into the sky, the wind was blowing slower and slower until it stopped.