What should I do if I want to get back my first love but can't hold back my face?

After cutting the video, the study room returned to silence.

Jiang Huai held the idea that Fang Jin would probably say a few words of love, curled the corners of her mouth very comfortably, and waited for Fang Jin to speak.

Fang Yi over there was completely ignorant of what was going on here, and said after deliberation: "What I want to say is about...Jiang Le."

The smile on the corner of Jiang Huai's mouth froze suddenly.

Fang Yi spoke slowly, probably picking out what should be said and what should not be said, but Jiang Huai actually didn't listen to a single word.

The surroundings are very quiet, except for Fang Zhen's whispered voice on the other end of the phone, which is almost dead.Holding the phone, Jiang Huai suddenly recalled the last time he and Fang Zhen met in the previous life.

At that time, the two hadn't seen each other for nearly a week. Jiang Huai drove alone from the nursing home in the suburbs back to the apartment in the city. Almost as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he caught a glimpse of a hazy figure curled up in front of the door.

Fang Zhen folded his arms, his chin rested on his knees, and his back touched the cold wall. The weather in late autumn was already very cold. He was only wearing a thin shirt, and suddenly flinched.

He actually had the key, but without Jiang Huai's permission, he just waited at the door without entering.

Jiang Huai's face was as cold as iron, and when she took out the key to open the door, she inevitably looked down and saw Fang Zhen's face like a burning cloud, so she frowned subconsciously.

Fang Jin's displeasure with drinking can't be simply because he drank too much.

In the end, he still couldn't bear it, so Jiang Huai leaned down to check the temperature of Fang Zhen's forehead.The tentacles were hot, as if they had just been ironed by boiling water.

Fang Zhen's chin rested on his knees, his whole consciousness was a little groggy, his forehead was suddenly icy, and he couldn't help but half-raised his head to look at the person standing in front of him.

His consciousness was confused, he just raised his eyes to look at Jiang Huai, looked at Jiang Huai, felt a little wronged for no reason at this moment, slowly moved forward and gently pressed his forehead against Jiang Huai's palm, muttering: "Why are you so late just came back."

The palm felt like it had been scalded by a soldering iron, and Jiang Huai withdrew his hand abruptly.

Fang Jin drank the wine and blew the wind again, his face and eye sockets were flushed with a low-grade fever, as if he had temporarily forgotten the relationship between the two of them, and through the drunken madness, he said something that he would never say when he was sober, "Can you Hug me."

Jiang Huai couldn't bear to look at him, turned her head away, avoiding the almost naive expectation in Fang Zhen's eyes.

After a while, he silently helped people into the room, settled in the guest room, wrapped the quilt and gave him antipyretics. During this process, Jiang Huai kept looking at other places, as if deliberately avoiding looking at the bed. that person.

While taking the medicine, Fang Zhen probably woke up a little bit, and grasped the corner of Jiang Huai's clothes in a dazed way. The movement was very light, and he could shake it off with a light struggle. He repeated and vaguely said that sentence, "" ……sorry."

The side of Jiang Huai's face was tense, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes that didn't match his expression.

Of course he knew that he couldn't blame Fang Zhen. When Fang Zhen helped Jiang Le hide himself in the first place, he didn't expect the consequences now.He just couldn't face Fang Zhen, just like he couldn't face his negligence and powerlessness towards Jiang Le again and again.

Jiang Huai recalled the scene when he arrived that day. Jiang Le was lying naked on the ground with bruises on his legs, and he muttered "Brother" in his mouth, but he was so negligent that even his younger sister passed the time. I don't know what kind of day it will be.

The more sober he is, the more painful he is, he suddenly thought sadly, who is to blame?

Probably because of the drug's effect, Fang Zhen fell asleep again in a daze.

Jiang Huai stood upright, pursed her lips and looked at Fang Zhen's hand hanging on the corner of his clothes, her eyes were dark, her jaw stretched into a straight line, after a while, she raised her hand and broke away.

……

Jiang Huai was in a daze. Fang Yi made a completely different choice from his previous life. In his previous life, it was precisely because he concealed what he thought was righteous, which indirectly led to Jiang Le's misfortune.

After finishing speaking intermittently, seeing that Jiang Huai didn't respond, Fang Yi hesitated for a while, and said: "I promised Jiang Le at first, but..."

"Didn't you say to be honest?" Probably a little embarrassed, with a little shyness in his voice, "I don't want to hide it from you."

Jiang Huai just froze in place, the pain and struggle of the previous life suddenly didn't matter at this moment, the shrinkage of the heart that had been caused by the pain was suddenly smoothed out gently and carefully by these words.

The heat in his chest burned his heart, he barely calmed down the urge to rub this person into his flesh and blood, he couldn't stay still for a moment, he just wanted to hug and rub him viciously.

Jiang Huai closed her eyes, "Where are you now?"

The voice that came out was very hoarse, like a thirsty wolf, ready to rush over and swallow him whole. Fang Zhen was startled, and said in a muffled voice: "At home."

Probably out of his mind, Fang Yu asked stupidly, "Are you coming over now?"

"..." Jiang Huai let out a breath slowly, raised her head and took a sip of cold water to suppress the dryness, and said in a hoarse voice: "...No, if I pass by, I might do something you don't want thing."

"You, how do you know..." Fang Zhen held back his embarrassment and stammered, "I, I don't want to."

Jiang Huai paused with her fingertips, her throat was hot, and she checked again, "Is that what I thought it meant?"

"……Well."

"It's not enough," Jiang Huai closed his eyes silently, and said in a deep voice, "I haven't treated you well enough, I haven't chased you well and completely."

Holding the phone, Jiang Huai leaned against the table in a casual posture, her eyebrows were extremely gentle and cautious, "You don't need to respond to me now, and you don't need any pressure. You just need to give me a chance to be close to you."

"I'll give you the rest."

After the call with Fang Zhen ended, Jiang Huai dialed another number instead.

beep--

"Hello," came a strange man's voice from the other end.

Jiang Huai's eyebrows were condensed, "Is there any progress in the matter I asked you to investigate?"

The man's voice was a bit perplexed, "That old Wang Ba is too good at hiding. Not only are we looking for it, but the police are also looking for it. It is estimated that we will not be able to find his hiding place for a while."

"However, my informant found out that he appeared in West City last week, and the roadside surveillance at the convenience store captured his face."

Jiang Huai turned on the computer, skillfully called up a document, and said calmly, "He's here in Nancheng."

The person over there was stunned for a moment, "I know, I will find him as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Huai's eyes fell on the brightly lit screen of the computer.

It was an A-level arrest warrant issued by the public security system half a year ago.

During the period from March 2009, 3 to April 5, 2010, there were many cases of child|female fan|rape cases with serious circumstances in a certain district of a certain city in a certain province, resulting in many deaths. After investigation, the suspect Liang Qiunian had Suspected of major crimes, has now absconded.

Jiang Huai's face sank like water, his eyes flicked past those few lines, and his eyes fell on the attached photo with a white background, a look of disgust flashed quickly in his eyes.

The person in the photo has short hair, a Chinese character face, and the iconic black mole on the corner of his mouth, which adds a bit of eerie and strange aura to the whole person.

Jiang Huai held the mouse with dark eyes, and his hands unconsciously exerted force until the joints turned white.

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I'm too lazy to think about the name of the city, so I just call it | Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, East, West, North, South City.