fatal attraction

"That's not like something you can say."

Ying Zhao looked down at Qiao Hanyin who was looking up at her, and suddenly felt that he had never understood this person before.

"What the hell do you mean now?"

She frowned, and the cool moonlight covered her with silver light.

She will always shine brightly, but she will not be warm anymore.

Qiao Hanyin refused to let go, she stared at Ying Zhao stubbornly, all those who refused to bow their heads in the past were soaked in this coldness at this moment, and were completely left behind, turning into a kind of fearlessness to go all out.

"I do not love you."

She whispered, "But I care about you."

The sound of car horns was very empty, and the rustling of leaves could not overwhelm this whisper.

Her hand went up along the side of Ying Zhao's leg, trying to grab the other's hanging hand.

Ying Zhao took a step back when he was about to touch it.

Qiao Hanyin staggered to the ground, with dead leaves sticking to her hair, but she still stretched out her hand towards Ying Zhao.

This scene seems familiar.

Ying Zhao looked down at the woman lying on the ground stretching out her hand, not knowing how to describe her mood at the moment.

She felt that she had no place in Qiao Hanyin's memory at all, and now it seems that this perception is not right.

I don't know if it's because she has no judgment or Qiao Hanyin is too deceitful, going around and going around, nothing is right, so I don't know whether to believe it or not.

"Do not make jokes."

Ying Zhao put the high-heeled shoes on the ground and said, "If you say that, I don't think it's funny. You'd better go back and burn incense sticks for your father."

"I'm not interested in the story of how you got out of prison. I don't have anything to do with you anymore. This kind of funeral is also the last fate between me and my uncle."

She turned around and was about to leave, the shadow on the ground stretched long.

Qiao Hanyin got up to catch up, and she hugged Ying Zhao from behind, using a lot of strength.

Ying Zhao was slammed and almost fell to the ground. She got a little angry, turned around and pushed Qiao Hanyin away, and shouted, "What exactly do you want?"

"I beg you, don't bother people, okay?"

"Haven't you tortured me enough for all these years?"

In this life, what is your own, and what can you completely own?

When I was seven years old, I thought it was the spinning top in my hand.

At the age of 17, I thought it was the person who put it in my heart and wanted to hold the pain.

At the age of 27, I thought it was a proof of property.

……

Material, love, knowledge, future...

After looking for nothing, I found that I actually had a lot.

It's rare for Ying Zhao to get angry, but she's even a little grumpy now.

She pushed her hair back, and finally took out a hair tie from her pocket and tied it up.

Qiao Hanyin looked at her and suddenly laughed, "Ying Zhao, this is you."

She took a step closer, and Ying Zhao didn't hide anymore. The public commented on her as gentle, gentle in every move, and always smiling.In fact, her facial features are not gentle, and some high cheekbones make her look breathless when she looks down.Just like now, she squinted her eyes. Even though she had put on gentle makeup on her slender eyebrows, when she lowered her eyes, the tails of her eyes and brows were raised, which was gloomy on the contrary.

"You're supposed to be like this!"

Qiao Hanyin looked at it, and suddenly stretched out her hand. She didn't touch Ying Zhao, but her fingers followed Ying Zhao's face, giving people the illusion that she was touching.

Ying Zhao: "Do you understand me? You have no right to criticize me."

Qiao Hanyin suddenly stepped forward and hugged Ying Zhao, her head was resting on Ying Zhao's chest, one hand was on her waist, and the knife in her trouser pocket felt a little tight.

Ying Zhao lowered her head, and saw that it wasn't herself that the knife pointed at.

"You're obviously not a temperless person, yet you still pretend to be obedient to everything," Qiao Hanyin smelled Ying Zhao's smell. There was no infatuation on her face, but distorted love and hatred, "You like me When you were obedient to me, you were afraid that I would leave, but now you are obedient to Kong Yitang, because you are afraid that the cripple will not want you?"

"You should be as lonely as I am. That cripple used to attract bees and butterflies, and one day he will change his mind."

She stood on tiptoe and touched Ying Zhao's neck with her lips.

Ying Zhao took a step back, reached out and snatched the knife from the opponent's hand, and pushed Qiao Hanyin to the side of the tree trunk.

Qiao Hanyin was not surprised at all. Her pants had been cut by the blade a long time ago, and because the blade was facing her just now, her waist was burning hot.

"Why don't you kill me?"

She looked up at this person who was so colorful in her boring life, "Really, anyway, I've been made like this, I don't know anything except being a star."

"And I wanted that person to rub your neck at that time."

Her accent was a bit strange, and there were leaves on her hair, but she still giggled.

"If you die, I won't feel so bad."

Ying Zhao didn't struggle even when her hands were pressed on top of her head. Anyway, Ying Zhao has always been very strong. If she hadn't threatened the opponent, she wouldn't have been able to beat him.

Ying Zhao closed his eyes, "No way."

Qiao Hanyin hit her deadly spot.

Xiao Wenqi said that she was born with a masochistic problem, and she had to fight 100% to fall in love.

In fact, it is not so much that she is going all out, it is better to say that she wants a 100% result.

She's had enough of being alone.

Enough of the mother who is strong outside and crying secretly in the middle of the night, enough of leaving every time the warmth is touched, enough of getting nothing, enough of not responding.

So she is gentle, so she has no edges and corners, so she is weak, so she pretends to be indifferent.

Her face was deprived of her usual smile under the moonlight, she was dazed and helpless, but Qiao Hanyin took advantage of her hesitation and tiptoed to bite her hard, biting on her lips , Then the tongue slammed the opening heavily.

Ying Zhao came back to her senses, her anger surged to her heart again, but Qiao Hanyin was fearless.

"You're only human when you're like this."

Ying Zhao slapped her.

Qiao Hanyin spat, and her lips were still stained with blood from Ying Zhao's lips.But his expression was a little joyful, as if after a while, he finally smiled.

Ying Zhao didn't want to talk to the madman anymore, so she threw the knife down the slope and left without looking back.

Qiao Hanyin stood under the tree, touched her cheek, and called Ying Zhao sister from afar.

Ying Zhao still didn't look back.

She will never look back in this life.

"Put a stick of incense on me!"

Qiao Hanyin yelled, her voice was hoarse, and when she finished speaking, tears were on her face, she stretched out her hand to touch it, and rubbed her fingertips, feeling wet and weak.

The red and white polka-dot hair rope on the wrist was cut off by her with a knife, and the incision was smooth.

She gave a final sneer, looked at the cut and said in a low voice, "You don't look back."

"I do not love you."

"So I don't look back."

When Ying Zhao walked back, Xiao Wenqi happened to be running eight hundred miles from the toilet with the flashlight of his mobile phone on, as if there was a ghost behind him.

Seeing Ying Zhao was startled, "Where have you been! I have been looking for you for a long time."

Ying Zhao pursed his lips, "Let's go casually."

Xiao Wenqi groaned, "You are big enough, what happened to your mouth?"

"Accidentally bit."

She put her arms around Ying Zhao's shoulders, glanced in the direction he was coming from, walked a few steps, and couldn't help turning her head again.

"What are you looking at?"

"The slope opposite..."

Seeing her faltering, Ying Zhao frowned, "What's wrong with that Po?"

"Isn't that the place where that stinky girl's mother didn't move her grave?"

Ying Zhao said, "Why do you know everything?"

"My mother said it," Xiao Wenqi scratched his head, "after all, my mother was a cadre of the Hutong Community Women's Association back then."

Ying Zhao didn't speak.

Xiao Wenqi sighed, "However, these women just play mahjong all day long. Back then, that stinky girl's mother brought foreign aid, do you remember? Now I only remember that aunt said it was unmarriageism. It was a big shock.”

Ying Zhao: "I don't remember."

She and Xiao Wenqi walked towards the coffin, but before they got there, they heard a staff member talking to the other, "The one at the door killed someone just now...it seems that the truck ran over it, can it still be alive? That one is bloody and his face is all lumped up."

"Just pull it over here?"

"It's useless to take it to the hospital..."

Ying Zhao stopped, Xiao Wenqi glanced at her, "What's wrong?"

"Did something happen at the door?"

Xiao Wenqi: "Huh?"

Ying Zhao's expression was a bit strange, and after a long time, she pushed her, "Old Xiao, go and ask..."

"Oh……"

Ying Zhao felt that her brain was a little short-circuited. At this time, the phone in her pocket vibrated suddenly, and she was jittery. When she picked it up, her voice was still a little trembling.

"Hey?"

"Huh? What's wrong with you?" Kong Yitang could hear something wrong with Ying Zhao's voice, "Is it frozen?"

Ying Zhao coughed, "No."

"I thought about it and said, since it's someone you know, I'll be counted as one, and we'll go back together after the vigil is over.

"Yitang."

Ying Zhao's hands in her pockets trembled a little, she tried to calm herself down, so she took a deep breath.

She shouldn't have come to Kong Yitang.

Her Jiatang is really tired and her voice is hoarse, but she really needs her now, she doesn't want to be a considerate lover anymore, she just wants to be willful.

"You really don't need it."

No, still can't do it.

The person over there hummed, but hung up the phone and urged the driver to drive faster.

Kong Yitang was sitting in the car, she was still a little sleepy at first, but when she heard Ying Zhao's words, she instantly woke up.

Ying Zhao must have happened.

She is vulnerable now.

She needs me.

I have to hurry over there.

Xiao Wenqi patted Ying Zhao on the shoulder, "A girl was run over by a truck. It was very tragic. Her face was ruined. She lost her arms and legs. The scene was very miserable."

Probably frightened by hearing this, Xiao Wenqi muttered: "Who girl is walking alone on the road at this time, black lights are blind, and she is still dressed in black. No one will exercise outside the crematorium when she comes out to exercise?  … ..."

Ying Zhao took a deep breath and called out, "Old Xiao."

Xiao Wenqi sighed.

"……fine."

After Ying Zhao finished speaking, he walked forward on his own.

Xiao Wenqi, who was left behind by her, looked dazed, and finally said, "Wait for me!"

When Kong Yitang arrived, the scene of the car accident hadn’t been cleaned yet. He pulled the isolation tape, and the driver let out a yell, “What’s wrong with this, did someone die? There’s blood all over the place.”

Because it is right at the door, the road for the car to pass is very narrow when it is pulled by the isolation belt.Kong Yitang in the car casually glanced out while pinching his mobile phone. There were puddles of blood on the lit ground, as well as tattered black sneakers.

The car passed by for just a moment, and it was strange that her attention was focused on a loose hair rope on the ground several meters away from the isolation zone.

Red and white, rustic polka dots, dirty, I don't know if it was at the scene of the car accident, or it was on the road.

She paused for just a few seconds, even though she felt as if she had seen it somewhere before, she didn't say anything as the car drove past.

The place where people are burned to ashes is extremely cool in summer, not to mention that it is after autumn, and it is even more chilly at night.

Where should Ying Zhao be? Kong Yitang had heard from the other party, so he asked Xiaoyang again.When she got out of the car, Xiao Yang had already come to pick her up from afar.

Xiao Yang called Mr. Tang, and silently looked at Kong Yitang.

Kong Yitang did look sleepy, but with a serious face, he looked like the company's big devil.

Probably aware of Xiao Yang's realization, he glanced at her, "Do you have something to say?"

Xiaoyang: "...No."

"Is today's screening okay?"

She asked a question as she walked by.

Xiao Yang: "It's okay."

"What about after the screening?"

It's about this time.

Xiao Yang thought for a while, "Running around is annoying, but sister Ying's friends helped a lot."

At this age, some people are down and out, some people are prosperous, some people are mediocre, and some people are dead... Life is different. It's the first time.

So she can't help much.

"That taller woman?"

"Um."

Xiao Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that Kong Yitang's unkindness probably only corresponds to Zhao.

There was a light on at the stop, and Kong Yitang could see Ying Zhao's figure from a distance, as if he was talking to Xiao Wenqi.

As she approached, Xiao Wenqi poked Ying Zhao.

Kong Yitang first went to burn the incense stick, and then walked in front of Ying Zhao.

She had a pretty good complexion at first, but when she saw Ying Zhao's mouth, she suddenly darkened——

"Who did you meet?"