matchmaking

Turning to the last few pages of the album, there are mostly unfamiliar faces, and there is nothing interesting to talk about.

Just as Qiao Jing was about to close the album, Luo Youning suddenly reached out and held him down: "Wait——this person!"

The two photos overlapped in the folder, and Luo Youning quickly pulled out the bottom one.

Qiao Jing looked down and saw that it was a group photo.The background is a clear lake, covered by lush trees, the image is dizzy and seems to be covered with layers of fog.In the middle of the photo stood a tall man, it looked like it was a very hot day, he was actually wearing a thick black suit, and he was holding two little boys in vests and shorts by his hands.

The man had a weird smile on his face, but the two children looked reluctant, one squatted on the ground, and the other was trying to break free from his hand.

The two children looked familiar, but the man was somewhat familiar, and he was...a bit similar to the adult Yu Bingwen.

Luo Youning seemed to have seen a very terrifying monster, his face was pale, his lips and teeth were slightly parted, and he trembled, "Why...why is there still this photo!"

Qiao Jing asked him, "Who is this person?"

Luo Youning curled up his fingers slightly and clenched his fists tightly. After a while, he managed to calm down: "He is Dayu's cousin. He used to live in the city. After committing a crime, he seemed to be imprisoned for a few years. He lost his job and returned. In the village. His parents left early, so he is the only one left at home, he likes children very much... and he especially likes children."

Qiao Jing always felt that there was something in his words, so he glanced sideways at Luo Youning's expression, and suddenly asked, "Have you ever provoked him?"

"No! Dayu doesn't like his cousin. We always take a detour when we meet him, but he..." Luo Youning's clenched fists were trembling again, "I always thought that person was Dayu, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect ...It turned out to be him."

Qiao Jing clasped Luo Youning's hand with her knuckles, her fingers interlaced, Luo Youning's hand was terribly cold.He vaguely felt that he had touched some secret key, and was about to ask carefully.

But Luo Youning stood up suddenly, "Da Yu must have been killed by him, it's my turn to be next." He looked flustered, trembling slightly, his whole body seemed abnormal, he glanced at Qiao Jing, Quickly looked away, "He probably won't find you. But it's not necessarily... If you meet him, you must hide! Don't let him find you!"

Qiao Jing wanted to ask again, but Luo Youning seemed to be fleeing, and said, "I'm going to sleep, that photo... you better burn it too."

He walked in a hurry, Qiao Jingchang got up and wanted to catch up.But after walking a few steps, he looked back at the desk again.

A white-glazed porcelain pot squats quietly in a corner.It was so close to the floor lamp that its whole body was covered with a layer of warm orange light.

Qiao Jing walked over, gently caressing the porcelain jar with her slender hands.He stared at the porcelain jar intently, with a gentle expression, but his eyes were filled with unspeakable sorrow.

The voice that rolls out of the throat is very low, as low as the inarticulate dream in the middle of the night, "What else do you have that you can't tell me?" Hard to swallow and even harder to utter, he just asked it, "Why can't I be your accomplice."

No one answered.

No one can answer anymore.

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In the deepest night, there is only one lamp by the bedside.

Luo Youning originally thought that he would not be able to fall asleep, but when he was tossing and turning on Qiao Jing's bed, he soon fell into a dream.

It's rare to be noisy in the dreamland, and even dreams are like watching flowers in the fog, and you can't see them clearly.

He stood in the dark for a long time in a daze, and vaguely heard someone calling him, the voice was very clear and familiar to his ears.

Luo Youning opened his eyes at once.

Qiao Jing was already fast asleep beside him, perhaps because she was worried that he would wake up, the lamp by the bed was only dimmed a little, but not turned off.

Luo Youning sat up dazed and stared at Qiao Jing for a while.

He didn't know whether the call just now came from a dream or someone really called it.

His head was dizzy, and the sleepy bug refused to let him go easily. He wanted to lie down and return to sleep, but someone was calling him again.

"——Luo Ningning!"

Luo Youning raised his head at once.

The bedroom door opened a crack at some point, and there was also an obscure light between the cracks, and there seemed to be lights on outside the room.

Luo Youning stared at the gap for a while inexplicably, only to find that there was a face embedded in the gap.

No matter how handsome the face is, it can't stand the test of the dark light, it will only make it look more weird and hideous.

——That was Yu Bingwen, who had long since died.

Luo Youning touched his cold hand and kissed his fishy lips, his touch became so cold and so stiff, no different from frozen pork.

The dead Yu Bingwen lay there unconscious, letting the people he once loved the most grieve.

I don't know if the feeling of fear flew away with the sleepy bug, Luo Youning just stared at him blankly.

"Ning Ning," the dead Yu Bingwen called him again, "Come here, come to me."

Luo Youning unconsciously got up from the bed.He stepped over Qiao Jing and stepped off the bed lightly, but his feet didn't feel the reality of stepping on the ground anyway. At this moment, he looked back in a strange way——

The body that belonged to Luo Youning was still obediently on the bed, lying flat, even though his chest was slightly heaving, it still looked like a dead body without temperature.

"Ningning," the dead Yu Bingwen urged him, "come here quickly!"

Luo Youning walked towards him quickly.

The crack in the door was widened, and the dead Yu Bingwen stood outside the door.

The dark suit is ironed and crisp, and the tie he chose for him.The dark red stripes are staggered, as if the dried blood has coagulated on it.

He was still wearing the suit of clothes and trousers when he was buried, and he looked the same as when he was alive, except that his face was a little pale.

Luo Youning originally thought he would cry, but when he actually faced the dead Yu Bingwen, he just whispered the most familiar name as usual: "Da Yu."

Yu Bingwen stretched out his finger and gently touched his cheek.The temperature of his fingertips was so low, touching his face like a soft snowflake falling from the depths of winter.

Luo Youning asked him, "Are you here to pick me up?"

Yu Bingwen shook his head, and took his hand with his lower arm.

Ten fingers intertwined, so tight and so hard, but I can never hold tomorrow again.

Yu Bingwen led him out.

Together they walked through the dimly lit hallway, around the dead living room, and stood at the door.

The door of Qiao Jing's house is open.The lights and shadows in the house are dim and the night is dark, but the sky is already bright outside the house, and there are even shady trees and the fragrance of birds and flowers, as if another world is silently calling.

Luo Youning wanted to turn around and ask Yu Bingwen what he meant, but Yu Bingwen who was standing behind him suddenly pushed him hard.