fatal attraction

This man-made car accident seemed serious at first glance, but the life of the person involved did not seem to be in danger.

Qiao Hanyin's ward is next door, and the police were still taking notes when Ying Zhao passed by. She heard that Qiao Hanyin was driving under the influence of alcohol.

Drunk driving.

Is drunk driving the reason to kill her?

Ying Zhao stood outside the ward, and the nurse who spoke just now was still standing aside.

Looking young, he stood aside and stared at Ying Zhao for a while, then asked cautiously, "Can you sign me?"

"Um?"

The woman lowered her head, leaning her back against the wall, and raised her head slightly after being interrupted.Her long hair was loose, and she tied a strand behind her ears when she raised her head. The gauze on her forehead seemed a bit dazzlingly white in such a scene.

Her lips were very dry, and she didn't look like the delicate makeup in front of the camera. She licked her lips quickly and said, "Okay."

Ying Zhao's signature is still not good-looking, and she has not improved rapidly in writing. At the last meeting, she joked that she might have improved a bit, but in fact she is still the same.

At this time, I was not in a good mood, and the handwriting that came out of the pen tip was even a little crooked.

She smiled unconsciously at the little nurse, "I'm shaking a bit, sorry."

The nurse was staring at Ying Zhao. She never imagined that one day she would be so close to a star. She didn't watch much of Ying Zhao's TV dramas and movies. Instead, she watched a variety show with her sister, who belonged to Xue Ling. Fans, I didn't expect Xue Ling to have very few scenes in the first issue.She doesn't have anyone who is particularly attractive to her, but in the end she has a somewhat favorable impression of Ying Zhao.

After all, when the other party is focused, it is a bit hard to move your eyes.

Those slender hands are very eye-catching whether they are making lanterns or making shadow puppets, and their fingers are flying like butterfly wings.

The hands that are now signing are still a little scratched, which is particularly obvious after applying the lotion.

But the beauty of the joints is still there, it only takes a few seconds to sign, and the side face with a few strands of hair hanging down looks particularly three-dimensional.

But I pursed my lips and smiled a bit reluctantly.

The little nurse felt like she was taking advantage of the fire.

"That...Miss Ying," she whispered, "I'm sorry to disturb you at this time."

Ying Zhao returned the notebook to the other party and said with a smile, "It's all right."

The little nurse was about to say something, when the door of the ward was opened, the police came out, and Ying Zhao walked in.

The door closed with a click, and the little nurse remembered the look on the face of the female star inside calling her to find someone next door.

Celebrities are ordinary people, even if they are injured.

The woman had a slight concussion, her left hand was broken, and she also had a waist injury. Under such a heavy impact, the windshield also fell off her body, and she was particularly embarrassed when she was pushed in.

After waking up, his expression was very calm.

She rang the bell and said directly, "Is Ying Zhao here? Call her over for me."

There are also glass marks on her face, but it is not to the point of disfigurement, it is a bit shocking, but this does not affect her beauty, pale lips, staring at the ceiling with open eyes, she looks a little pitiful .

Ying Zhao didn't feel sorry for her at all.

She has pitied Qiao Hanyin for too long, ten years, and a few more.

In the past, she thought she was worth it, but now she just thinks it was too stupid.

Stupid enough to put all his eggs in one basket.

She stubbornly cast a good-looking halo on things that were so stupid that others could see through them, and convinced herself that she could change.

You can also have such a warm home.

There are always people who say that a person will always encounter several nails in his life.

This nail had been stuck on her body for too many years, and it was impossible to take it off without any injuries, but she thought the pain was over, so it passed.

But she didn't expect it to be endless.

The piercing period is too long, it is almost connected with flesh and blood, and there is no way to end it without blood flowing into rivers.

Just one nail that she thought was over when she took it off.

After her wounds healed, he gave her another fatal blow.

She has always been a soft hearted person.

Xiao Wenqi said that she couldn't do it like this every day, that she was too kind, and she was a little bit Madonna-inclined.

She hasn't reached that point yet, that kind of unconditional kindness is a bit too much.Because of the superimposition of her desperate expectation, the longing to survive even if she sells everything, and the future that she thinks will bloom a delicate flower if she devotes herself to watering it.

This imaginary future is not warm at all. This imaginary future is thorny and poisonous, and it will never bloom.

She didn't want to recall the pain in this process anymore, after all, now she has stepped out of the vicious circle of self-sufficiency and ran towards the flower that only belongs to her.

But people always have bad roots.

She hated her inferiority, hated the disappointment and coldness that swept over her the moment she knew who the culprit was.

The churning blood in the past has turned into a slap, crackling on her body, and turned into that kind of low-pitched sarcasm, unscrupulously revealing her self-inflicted stupidity.

Before she reached the bed, she stood a step away from the bed and gave Qiao Hanyin a false look.

Qiao Hanyin was wearing a splint around her neck. When she heard the movement, she could only tilt her head slightly, "Are you here?"

"What's the matter with me?"

Ying Zhao put her hand in the pocket of her coat, she took a deep breath, and let it out again silently.

"Can you come a little closer?"

Qiao Hanyin turned her head, but the splint was stuck on her neck, and she could feel someone, but couldn't see clearly.

"No, if you have something to say, just say it."

Ying Zhao didn't move.

Qiao Hanyin raised her hand without plaster, waved it in the direction of Ying Zhao in the air, and finally called sister in a low voice.

A little choked up, "I didn't mean to..."

Ying Zhao didn't speak, and looked at the other party's waving hand coldly.

"It's ok."

Ying Zhao said, "Anyway, I haven't been run over to death by you now."

In Qiao Hanyin's impression, Ying Zhao never seemed to lose his temper.She seemed soft all over, although she didn't want to admit it, but she really had nothing to criticize.

There is no way to pick out the bones in the egg.

The neighbors all liked her and felt sorry for her. In the days after Ying Zhao's mother and Qiao Hanyin's father died, they were finally taken care of by these neighbors.

People are like this. When they were alive, those middle-aged women would insult Ying Zhao's mother in various ways, saying that she was flamboyant, but when she died, she became the dead one again, and even the little cub left by the other party Love is added.

I will send some of the dishes I cooked at night.

When Qiao Hanyin was in junior high school, there was no evening self-study, and the rice in the rice cooker was ready after being taken home by Ying Zhao.As if the calculation was right, as soon as Ying Zhao's car pulled closer to the yard, Xiao Wenqi ran over there, shouting: "Zhaoer, today..."

If you eat meat today, you will have meat to eat.

Dumplings will also be served.

……

It's like growing up eating a hundred meals.

Sometimes when adults come, Ying Zhao will chat with them for a while, but Qiao Hanyin never answers.

Eat stuffy, or go back to the room for a while.

She was born like this, and it's not that she didn't help those adults say that no matter how beautiful she is, it's no use.

Unconvinced, she cursed in front of Ying Zhao.

Ying Zhao felt helpless, so he said, "Hanyin, don't do this."

When she said this, her tone was not harsh, as if she never said harsh words.

Not anymore.

One sentence is flat, without any other emotions, no hatred, no love, and no helplessness, as if it has nothing to do with her.

stranger.

Yes, it has long been.

That time at the coffee shop in the film and television city, she ruthlessly said no.

When recording a program, he didn't say a word, and quietly exchanged projects with others.

Completely ignore her when the meal is over.

Whenever there was her, she just pretended not to see her.

What do you mean by "she's been making progress"? It's too ironic, and it's obviously disdainful at all.

Ying Zhao, who can do anything easily, doesn't understand the pain of not being able to get into the show at all.

Talent is a thing given by God, and it is a little less for her, so she acted like that in the first play.Everyone else saw her jokes, and Ying Zhao pretended to say that it's okay to see you next time.

It's okay to have a tone.

She has heard this sentence countless times since she was a child.

But there are so many things in the world that don't matter. If you fail the audition, you fail, and it matters.

It's embarrassing, is my existence really meaningless?

So it has nothing to do with me killing you?

That's great.

Qiao Hanyin let go of her hand, and also let go of the cuteness just now.She touched the splint on her neck and said, "Sister, I did it on purpose, I just wanted to hit you to death."

She laughed, sounding cold in the quiet room.

Ying Zhao: "I know."

At that moment, when she saw the driver, she felt suffocated and cold for a moment, and the smile accompanied by Qiao Hanyin seemed to split her in half.

Why should I pay so many years for such a person?

inexplicable.

There is no way to answer this question. Time is like this, pushing you forward step by step. When you stand still in the torrent, when you look back, you will think: "I was so stupid back then."

But what can be done?

There is no way to turn back, you still have to move forward.

"You know, you know again!"

Qiao Hanyin's voice suddenly became sharp, "Why do you know everything!"

Her head hurts, her body hurts, and her face hurts too, probably leaving scars, all these pains accompanied by Ying Zhao's attitude made her even more irritable.

"Why do not you go to hell!"

"Why do not you go to hell."

Ying Zhao took a step forward and stood by the bed. She bent down and leaned next to Qiao Hanyin, imitating the other person's tone of voice.

But this sharpness could not be replicated, and it was a kind of helplessness that came out of her mouth.

Qiao Hanyin met Ying Zhao's eyes.

It has been too long since she has seen Ying Zhao like this.

In other words, she had never seen Ying Zhao so closely before.

Ying Zhao was a vague image in her heart. She was tall, thin, gray and always smiling.

Gone.

Others said that Ying Zhao was good-looking, but she dismissed it, thinking that Ying Zhao was very ordinary.

She lives so casually, she can sleep anywhere, eat whatever meal she wants, and find friends so casually.

There is no sense of expectation about her, she is old and rigid, and she is one with that bungalow.

But now, under such a pale fluorescent lamp, she saw a face close to her eyes, with deep eye sockets, a high nose, a slightly thick lower lip, a little dry, and a little cold eyes.

It seems really pretty.

Is that what others mean when they say it tastes good?

She still didn't want to agree from the bottom of her heart.

She felt that Ying Zhao was different, she had changed.

Qiao Hanyin pulled out a smile, she didn't care that the wound on her face was hurting, she raised her head slightly, and moved a little closer, "Then let me die now."

She knew that Ying Zhao would not dare.

She is a cowardly person. If she wanted to die, she could have done so more than ten years earlier.

She was not someone the other party wanted to take care of, and she also knew that Ying Zhao had no obligation to take care of her.

But she had to let the other party take care of her.

After all, her relatives on her father's side had nothing, and her mother's side was full of dirty bits and pieces.

Only Ying Zhao will see her in his eyes.From the day her father brought Ying Zhao's mother home, she looked at Ying Zhao who opened the door and came in calling for her sister, and she knew that she had to grasp at the straw.

After all, only Ying Zhao would notice her when she was playing on the street in that alley and passing by her father's shop.

At that time, she had already met Ying Zhao's mother and his father.

Ying Zhao's mother is very good at dressing up, unlike her mother, who has worn a set of clothes for so many years and looks stiff.

She also saw Ying Zhao tie Xiao Wenqi's hair, and the children watched around. Ying Zhao's hands were very skillful, moving through the black hair.

So she disheveled her hair every day.

Wait and wait.

The dust of the adult's war has fallen to the ground, and everything here has just begun.

I didn't expect the adults to leave as soon as they said, so suddenly.

She could only hold on tighter to the piece of driftwood that was hers.

Every year, every year.

But the driftwood still drifted away, and she was planning to settle down in a man's arms, but she didn't think it would work.

Then grab it.

But the driftwood was finally washed ashore after the big waves, and was carried away, leaving her alone in the sea of ​​bitterness.

How can it be.

Then just die in one piece.

Ying Zhao straightened up a little, reached out and slapped Qiao Hanyin.

"Do you think that's possible?"

"I don't owe you, you don't owe me, but you and I owe Yitang."

"Yitang?" Qiao Hanyin was slapped, and the wound hurt even more. She licked her lips recklessly and said with a smile, "That cripple?"

"You're the only one who doesn't know? She's much dirtier than me. She's sneaky and knows how to follow her all day long."

The author has something to say:

Well, Mr. Tang doesn't need to cut everything to be black. (I hope you will love her as always)