girlfriend's brother

Zhou Hui was bone-chillingly cold, trembling slightly, and said in a low voice, "You killed Liang Jing, my only friend, the only person in this world who still cared about me, and you still ask me why?"

In the past few months, whether Song Nuan or Gao Yuanxia, ​​from the beginning to the end, this person has always been by my side.He finally knew the meaning of the phrase "don't trust anyone" that Liang Jing left behind. Maybe Liang Jing had already guessed what this person was trying to do.

The person holding him squatted behind him for a while, then suddenly sneered, and said softly, "Isn't it just and right to kill people for their lives?"

Zhou Hui turned his head abruptly, staring and asked, "What do you mean?"

His tone was weak, his eyes wandered, and the scene he saw at Song's house that day flashed through his mind. The back figure of the man who manipulated Song Han's car was so familiar, he subconsciously didn't want to associate this person with his best friend.

"Hehe, didn't you see the person who caused me to have a car accident?" His reaction couldn't escape Song Han's eyes.

"No, no, it's impossible." Zhou Hui shook his head, "He won't do such a thing."

How could he believe that his best friend, the one who was still thinking about him before he died, would kill so viciously?

Song Han poked his head over, leaned behind Zhou Hui's ear, licked his ear lightly, and said sarcastically, "You said you hated me and were afraid of me because I killed him. What about now?"

Zhou Hui shook his lips: "You..."

"Don't be afraid of me anymore, I'm afraid I'll lose my patience."

The people behind him hugged him tightly, and a faint cool air brushed against their ears.

Zhou Hui was in a daze, like a thousand-year-old iceberg wrapped in blazing flames, as if something was split in his body.

After a long time, the temperature in the room began to rise, and the people behind them had a compromising tone——

"He was me. If you like this body, I can go back and continue to use this body to accompany you..."

Zhou Hui stared at the body in his arms in a daze, suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted, and murmured: "I just want to live an ordinary life...why do you treat me like this? It would be nice if you died..."

"Do you think you can get rid of me if you die? Hehe, since you don't want to live, come down and stay with me."

In Song Han's quiet eyes, a decisive killing intent slowly surged up, and the arm holding the other party began to tighten a little bit, like a vicious python, entangled the other party in his arms, and the crisp rattling sound became louder and louder.

The temperature in the room could no longer drop, and the potted plants that were frozen into ice strips were crunchy and shattered all over the ground.Zhou Hui's upper body was strangled, the oxygen in his lungs was getting less and less, and his ribs were about to be strangled.A drop of icy liquid slipped into the neck, and the person behind him expressed his resentment word by word in a cold tone: "Why...is it so difficult to accept me?"

Maybe it was the flashback before his death, Zhou Hui's mind was suddenly extremely clear, and his consciousness was so clear that he even began to think about the other party's words: Is it difficult?

His mind began to blur as he contemplated the various difficulties of living with a ghost.

……

"Ahui, wake up, wake up."

A somewhat familiar voice drilled into his ears and darted around in his ear canal, which was really annoying.

He is so sleepy now, he just wants to get a good night's sleep.

But the voice next to his ear showed no signs of stopping at all, calling him non-stop, it was really annoying.

The body was shaken, making it impossible to sleep, and he finally opened his eyelids with difficulty.

Where is this place?

His eyes were white, and he stared at the ceiling above him in a daze.

"Hui! Hui! Are you awake?"

A familiar face appeared above Zhou Hui's head, it was Liang Jing's mother.

"Aunt..." Zhou Hui wanted to open his mouth, but found that his throat was dry and sore.

After holding down the person who was about to get up, Liang's mother quickly turned around and got a glass of water, and poured it down for the person on the bed.

A warm current slipped from the mouth into the esophagus, and the place it passed was warm and moist, awakening Zhou Hui's consciousness.

In the current situation, he probably didn't die, and he didn't know why Song Han let him go so easily.

People who survived the catastrophe always had a sense of unreality, so they couldn't help but be cautious. After a while, he asked softly, "Auntie, where is this place?"

Mother Liang helped him up: "This is a hospital. I received a call asking me to see you, but I knocked on the door and saw you lying on the ground, unconscious, so I was sent to the hospital."

"Telephone? Who's phone?"

"It's Gao Yuanxia. When I arrived, he was nowhere to be seen, and I didn't know where he went, so I just left you there alone. Young people nowadays are really unreliable, alas!" Mother Liang sighed, While wringing out the towel to wipe Zhou Hui's body. "You said you, a person in his 20s, why don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

Zhou Hui stared blankly at Liang's mother's movements. When she lowered her head, she caught a glimpse of the silver threads on her temples, and suddenly thought of many people and things.He asked in a daze, "Auntie, is Liang Jing a good person?"

Liang's mother paused for a while, then said, "Everyone is gone, what are you talking about?"

"I know this is cruel to you, but I can't figure out some things." Zhou Hui said, "Do you believe that Liang Jing will kill someone?

Mother Liang cursed subconsciously: "If he dares, I will kill him!"

Zhou Hui's hand unconsciously tightened the quilt: "What if he really killed someone?"

Liang's mother blurted out: "Then I will kill him and pay for his life!"

After a few seconds, she seemed to remember something, suddenly aged ten years, silently packed her things and went out.

Zhou Hui stared at his bent back, his nose sore.

After a few days of recuperation, he was discharged home.

During the period, police officer Li Sinian came to visit him, asked a few words, and left with a complicated expression.

He didn't want to talk about everything that happened. None of them were innocent, including himself.

He sold the convenience store, moved, and has nothing to do with the past.

He didn't even know whether the painful experience in the past was a dream, or the comfortable life now was a dream.Song Han never appeared again, and Zhou Hui felt that all of this was too unreal. He even checked a lot of reports and information, and found that the Song family was indeed dead, and Liang Jing had indeed died tragically. Everything happened for real. passed.

No one would believe his words, he could only rot in his stomach, and he would still be afraid that a pale face would emerge under the bed or under the quilt late at night.It took him several years to slowly come to terms with what really happened.

A few years later, he bought Song Nuan's favorite flowers and Liang Jing's favorite cigarettes, and went to visit the tomb during Qingming.

He has arrived in his thirties, and the photos on the tombstone are a bit outdated, but the person in the photos is calm and indifferent, still the same as before.

He tore off the petals and sprinkled them beside Song Nuan's tombstone. A gust of wind blew by, and the bright yellow petals flew all over the sky, even the air was filled with fragrance.In the past, she liked to use flower petals to bathe and make beds, and Zhou Hui always snorted at the little fun of a girl's house, but now, immersed in the fresh breath, Zhou Hui suddenly understood her intentions.

He raised his face slightly, sniffing the intoxicating fragrance in the air.

In the past few years, he found an ordinary job, made some ordinary friends, and married a simple and kind girl. The two of them lived in a normal and comfortable way.

Song Han disappeared just like that, invaded his life silently, and after destroying it, disappeared into this world silently, as if he had never appeared before, not even in his dreams.

In the dead of night, he opened his eyes and stared at the strange things around him in a daze. Is the current life real?

...why does he still feel so alone?

The girl lying beside her was sleeping peacefully, her quiet face was fresh and delicate, exuding a clean breath.Zhou Hui stretched out his hand to touch her cheek, the skin under his fingertips was warm and delicate, but in his mind he thought of that person's cold embrace and the wet murmur in his ear.

With his lovely wife by his side and a happy family, when he no longer had to worry about being frightened, he suddenly longed for that man's company. This thought made him so afraid that he couldn't sleep at night and had trouble sleeping and eating.Is it true that people are never satisfied?

In his secret thoughts, he started the original trajectory of his life, had children, raised a pair of children, and grew old with his wife. Everything was logical.Finally, I finally finished the life I wanted when I was young.

He was old and haggard lying on the bed, his wife held his hand, and his children and grandchildren crowded around the bed, looking timidly at the skinny old man on the bed.

Zhou Hui's body was already empty, and he didn't even have the strength to speak a word. Every inch of wrinkled skin on his face was covered with age spots, which made people feel sympathetic and frightening.

He moved his mouth, and his wife immediately understood, and took out a painting from the drawer. It was him in his teens.

The drawing paper was well preserved, but the boy's face was still blurred. He stretched out his thin fingers and gently stroked the person in the painting.Tears slowly overflowed from the corners of the eyes, and finally gathered into a teardrop and slid down the temple.

He could no longer tell who was at fault, and he knew that he was going to see that person now.

It's great, he lived his whole life and lived the life he wanted completely, and now he can finally make up for others.

"Ah Jing, Xiao Nuan, Song Han..."

The old man lying on the bed exhausted his remaining strength and softly recited these names.

Seeing the disappearing light in the old man's eyes and the gradually dilated pupils, the children and grandchildren shouted anxiously.

He couldn't hear clearly anymore, his vision gradually blurred, and he unconsciously said: "I really... want to... him..."

So cold, why so cold?

It's like being thrown into a lake that is about to freeze, and the body is wrapped in the bitter lake water. It's really worse than death.

His eyelids are so heavy, and I heard that people will feel cold all over after death, so he should be coming to an end soon.

Who was touching his face with his hand, that palm was so cold, he turned his head to avoid it, but his face was wrapped by that palm, unable to move.

"Wake up, the dream is over."

There is a voice whispering in my ears, warm and gentle, just like the lullaby my mother sang before falling asleep when I was a child, it is reassuring.

Dream?

what dream?

The chest was tight, and the organs in the chest cavity were about to be squeezed out.

Zhou Hui opened his weak eyelids, a cool and strange fragrance wafted from his nose, a cool cheek was pressing against his face, still gently grinding his skin.

Gao Yuanxia's body was on the ground, and this was his small rental house. After Zhou Hui realized it, he turned his neck like a puppet, looked back a little bit, and then suddenly widened his eyes.

Behind him is Song Han's face.

Just now, he actually had a dream that lasted his whole life.

"Isn't this the life you want? You've already lived it."

Song Han pressed Zhou Hui's face tightly and sneered.

Zhou Hui: "..." Before he died in the dream, he seemed to say that he missed him very much.

Song Han: "If you say no, your body is very honest."

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