every life

The hand that was hanging on the side was lifted slightly, the fingertips were still wet from the rain, and Wen Yingyao felt the slight heat when he touched it slightly.

The jade pendant was quiet and peaceful, but the temperature from it was a bit scorching.

Everything around was as usual, and the two walked in the light rain.The jade pendant was also taken into the collar.After a long time, Wen Yingyao still felt that his fingertips were hot, and his nerves trembled slightly. With this temperature, it burned all the way to his heart.

Closing his eyes, a night suddenly appeared in his memory.

A night full of sparkling lake lights.

☆, May [-]th

Come out of the school, walk along the road and cross two streets, turn left, and walk for another 10 minutes, you will find the community where Pingsheng's family lives.Now that the rain was a little lighter, Ping Sheng stared down at the wet spot on his feet, raised his head and said, "Mr. Wen, just keep going straight ahead", and stopped walking as he spoke.

Wen Yingyao's face was shrouded under the umbrella. He didn't have any expression, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking. He just put his right hand on Pingsheng's back, "Well, let's go."

The rain stopped completely.It was just a burst of rain, and a lot of water accumulated on the side of the road. The street lamps shone on, and there were faint faint lines. The light was not very bright, but it looked very quiet.

Everything is quiet.

Even the sound of footsteps seems to be immersed in the bottom of the water, only bringing up the weak ripples of the water surface.

But the extra memory is stingy and fierce.

Wen Yingyao was so stingy that when he closed his eyes, there was only a piece of lake light, surrounded by endless darkness, he was in it for an unknown period of time.He was so fierce that he couldn't escape this out-of-the-box extra memory, reminding him that there was another person hidden in his body.

Wen Yingyao looked down at Ping Sheng who was walking beside him, and frowned slightly. What does this have to do with Ping Sheng?

Thinking of meeting Pingsheng for the first time in class, it didn't seem so "normal".

Sensing Wen Yingyao's gaze, Ping Sheng raised his head and smiled, and didn't know what to say, so he thought of a sentence for a long time: "Mr. Wen, have you eaten yet?"

Wen Yingyao put all these aside for the time being, "Eat it, and I will count the points for you when I go back."

Pingsheng felt bad all at once.

counting points...

Nervously nodded, turned his eyes away, "Oh..."

Low laughter came from my ears, only to hear Wen Yingyao say: "You did well in the exam this time, but the composition is too bad."

The three words "too bad" directly nailed Ping Sheng in place, looked up, bewildered and flustered.Although whether the grades are good or not is not very important, and it doesn't matter, but being pointed out so directly in person, Ping Sheng still doesn't know what to do.Looking at Wen Yingyao, he wanted to say something to help him, but he couldn't say anything.

After all, he can't "remediate" anything.

Wen Yingyao didn't pursue it any further, and patted Ping Sheng's stiff shoulder, "Go back."

It turned out that he had already reached the gate of the community.

"Asheng!" Lu Zheng saw the two of them from a distance, and was really surprised by Wen Yingyao's company, "Teacher Wen?"

Wen Yingyao nodded politely, "I'm going back first," and said to Ping Sheng, "After two days of exams, go back and have a good rest."

But Lu Zheng called Wen Yingyao back, his doubts hidden under his smile, he couldn't hide it, and said anxiously: "Teacher Wen, please stay and have some food, isn't our Pingsheng—"

"No need, I've already eaten." Wen Yingyao refused with a smile, turned around and was about to leave.

Looking at Lu Zheng's somewhat anxious face, Ping Sheng sighed inwardly.

Aunt Zheng was too kind to him.

Looking down at the dull water on the ground, Ping Sheng felt shaken.

It's not like it hasn't happened in the past.But as long as he thinks that that person only has more than three years of punishment, let alone confession, the monstrous hatred will make him lose his mind in an instant.

Too cheap.

Why is it so cheap.

Ping Sheng raised his head to look at the sky, it was late after the rain, and the twilight was so heavy that it was overwhelming.

"Then go up and have a cup of tea, and send it all the way..." Lu Zheng looked back at Pingsheng worriedly, with a little begging in his tone: "Mr. Wen, I won't waste a few minutes of your time..."

Wen Yingyao felt that he should agree.

He heard himself nodding and saying hello.

The dishes haven't been put on the table yet, so it's probably still hot in the pot.Wen Yingyao followed into the door, and Lu Zheng hurried into the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and when he came out, he urged Pingsheng, who was still changing shoes at the door, to put his schoolbag in the room and change his clothes.

Ping Sheng saw Lu Zheng's intention to drive him away, and looked at Wen Yingyao specifically, with discussion in his eyes.Wen Yingyao received the sight, turned his head and picked up the cup to drink water as if nothing had happened.

Pingsheng: ...

Forget it, teachers are the most unreliable.

Standing there and thinking for a while, Aunt Zheng will definitely ask when she comes out later, and she has to make up a good excuse, such as——

"Go in quickly, why are you dawdling?" Lu Zheng's eyes were already angry, as if he had noticed something bad in Ping Sheng's hesitation.

The corners of Wen Yingyao's mouth raised slightly, and he turned his head to look elsewhere.

On the wall of the living room is a countdown calendar that all college candidates will have.Deadline is June [-]th.The entire calendar was very clean, with no check marks or other inspirational markings. Wen Yingyao stepped forward to look at it and counted the days.

Subtracting today, there is still one month and ten days left.

There is also a small desk calendar below.That kind of desk calendar that turns pages, one page a day, Wen Yingyao flipped through it casually, looking for the day of June [-]th——

Something was flashed by.It seems to be marked...

The movement of the hand stopped, following the flashing memory, May [-]th?

Wen Yingyao turned back page by page.

"Teacher Wen?" Lu Zheng's voice came from behind, and Wen Yingyao withdrew his hands and turned around.

Lu Zheng looked at Pingsheng's closed door, and asked in a low voice, "Did our Pingsheng get into trouble at school? Mr. Wen, I thought something was wrong when you sent it back, so I asked you to come here." If Pingsheng gets into any trouble, you tell me, I will definitely educate Pingsheng." Lu Zheng's tone became more and more urgent, "Although he has lost his mother, he still listens to me..."

Wen Yingyao frowned, Pingsheng doesn't have a mother?

Apparently misunderstanding Wen Yingyao's expression, Lu Zheng took a few steps forward, "The college entrance examination is coming soon, teacher, can you—"

"It's okay." Wen Yingyao stopped him, and said with a relieved smile: "It's raining on the road, I don't think Pingsheng has an umbrella, and the college entrance examination is about to come, and the health is the most important thing, so I sent him back."

It was done in one go, with perfect logic and no flaws.

Lu Zheng let go of his heart in an instant, and thanked Wen Yingyao again.

Wen Yingyao still remembered the flashing date in his mind, but Lu Zheng's enthusiasm for staying for dinner still made him decide to leave immediately.

"I have to approve the papers when I go back. I can't delay. I have to go to class tomorrow." Wen Yingyao put down his water glass, "Pingsheng took the exam for two days, so I should reward him well."

Lu Zheng smiled all over her face, "For sure. Our family's Ah Sheng is not easy, and I know...then Mr. Wen, be careful on the road."

Wen Yingyao nodded and left.

By the time the scores were all calculated, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.There were a lot of red pen marks on the side of the palm. Wen Yingyao got up and was about to wash when the phone on the table rang.

It's He Ciyuan.

I originally agreed to give Sun Bu an answer after the second model, although it is a bit late now, but...

"Ciyuan." Wen Yingyao picked up the phone.

"Wen, Deputy Wen." The voice on the other end of the phone hesitated.He Ciyuan didn't expect to be directly caught by Sun Bu to ask the result.He originally planned to delay the news that Wen Yingyao wanted to resign for a while, waiting for Wen Yingyao to change his mind.But today, when he was accompanying him to the meeting at the embassy, ​​Bu Sun immediately noticed that he was absent-minded.Now, the call was made directly.

"Mr. Sun wants to talk to you."

"Ah."

The phone was transferred, there was a slight rubbing sound, and then Sun Bu's tone was a bit heavy: "Ying Yao, what's the matter with you?!"

"I approved your leave. But I will not agree to this resignation! Xiao He is still hiding it from me, do you think I really don't care? I also called Xiao Yan to ask, and I will give you all the information. I understand. I agree with Xiaoyan's treatment plan, you will come back now, do you hear me?"

The expected answer.

Wen Yingyao sighed, "Sun Bu, I--"

"What are you doing now?" Sun Bu's voice dropped, "Ying Yao...I know you can't make it through..."

Wen Yingyao closed his eyes.

"We can't make it through. No one in the second department can make it through. But, Ying Yao, people should look forward. As long as I think of Lin Qian and how you look lying on the hospital bed, I...I can't wait ——Ying Yao, we still have a lot to do. There are too many, you listen to me, come back and take a good look..."

"Sunbu", there was something stuck in his throat, he took a deep breath, and Wen Yingyao said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine now."

After speaking, I hung up.

The hands propped on the edge of the table trembled involuntarily, and the red marks scattered in the pupils, stirring up blood all over the sky.

The phone vibrated again, Wen Yingyao turned on the hands-free, he no longer had the strength to hold a phone.

"Ying Yao... Sun Bu just told me that your condition is not very good..." The last call made Yan Jiaqi cautious this time.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

"If there's anything wrong, just call me..."

"Thank you." Wen Yingyao raised his hand and was about to hang up, when the lake light appeared in his memory again, "If..."

"If there is a memory that doesn't belong to me, what can I do to stop it?"

Wen Yingyao's tone was relaxed, as if he was discussing whether it would rain tomorrow or not.

Yan Jiaqi didn't answer right away, after a while, "It's not that it doesn't belong to you, on the contrary, it's your real memory. Ying Yao."

Wen Yingyao completely let go, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

☆, confident

In the middle of the night, there was another patter of rain in Ning City, and the ground was still wet when I got up early, and I could step on muddy water on my heels if I walked carelessly.

The breakfast mother-in-law was pushing the trolley, and just about to take out the second drawer of steamed buns, Ping Sheng had already run over to help arrange it.Although he didn't seem to wake up, a large pot of tea eggs was firmly lifted in front of the baffle.The mother-in-law opened the lid of the pot and took a look. The thick white hot air, wrapped in the smell of Chen Xiang, scattered in the twilight morning light, attracting several office workers in a hurry.

"On duty again?" The mother-in-law understood when she saw the sky, it wasn't so early in the usual time, and she was about to fetch buns and tea eggs for Pingsheng.

Ping Sheng touched the back of his head, nodded, and took a few steps back, "I won't eat, Auntie will make me breakfast", and he was about to run away after speaking.

Don't look at my mother-in-law, who is getting older, but her skill is not inferior to that of young people. She grabbed Pingsheng's schoolbag and said with a smile, "Don't run away! I know your aunt is back, and I met you at the vegetable market yesterday afternoon." It was quite big, and he forced Pingsheng to return to half of his body.

"Take it!" Another three steamed buns, three tea eggs, and this time an extra pack of milk.The mother-in-law looked at the milk brand and murmured, "Try it and see if it tastes good? I plan to sell milk in a few days..."

Ping Sheng reluctantly took it, "Mother..."

"I'm sure you can eat it! How old are you!" The breakfast mother-in-law looked sternly, threatening people, "Go! Aren't you still on duty? How can you have strength if you don't finish eating?"

Ping Sheng was completely speechless, and thanked him in a low voice.

Although he had to arrive early on duty, when Ping was promoted to the classroom, two or three students had already arrived in the classroom, but they didn't open their schoolbags, and they all lay on the table and closed their eyes to take a nap.

Pingsheng put the breakfast on the table, and waited for the cleaning to finish, and he would eat it if he was hungry.The classroom was almost cleaned yesterday, and today it only needs to be mopped with a mop.Wipe the blackboard with a wet towel, take out the broken chalk and throw it away. It can be done in ten minutes.When Pingsheng carried a small bag of garbage to the small flower bed to throw it away, Wu Hong also yawned and shuffled in.

It was still a step too late, and Wu Hongshun took another third of his breakfast. Ping Sheng glared at the smiling Wu Hong, grabbed his own breakfast, and went out with a garbage bag in one hand.With his mouth full, he pointed to Xu Boshu's seat, which was still vacant, and Wu Hong emphasized loudly: "You still have cake later!"

"Oh."

"..."

I was really hungry after finishing the Pingsheng on duty.

There is a row of wooden seats beside the small flower bed, separated by long green bushes in the middle.The branches have just been pruned, and the ground is covered with broken leaves thickly. When the rain soaks it, the fragrance of the soil and leaves overflows as soon as the sun evaporates.

The milk was a bit bland and not sweet enough, so Pingsheng stopped drinking it after two sips, and when he was about to peel the eggs, he suddenly heard a few short meows from behind.

Soft and light.Also a little pitiful.

Ping Sheng stopped moving, and the meowing also stopped.Looking back, I saw that the neat bushes were gorgeously green.

Continue to peel the eggs.

There was another meow, this time a little more hurriedly, with the rustling of branches and leaves, as if it was rubbing against it.

Ping Sheng took a few swipes of his hands, peeled the tea eggs and put them in his mouth for a few mouthfuls, then squatted down to look for them in the bushes.

Through the dense bushes, a yellow-looking kitten and Heping Sheng looked at each other. It looked like it was only one or two months old, and it could be held in the palm of one hand. It was cute.

When it saw Pingsheng, the kitten shrank its head back, timidly, with its front paws tilted back, and then moved back carefully after a while, meowing non-stop.

Ping Sheng raised the corners of his mouth, and the kitten stared at him with wide-open pupils.Quickly stretched out his hand to explore, and when he fished it out, a light yellow kitten fell into a silly ball in the warm morning light.The kitten didn't react, and forgot to bark, but its limbs maintained their instinctive reactions and were still struggling.However, in Ping Sheng's eyes, this amount of strength was nothing to mention. Holding the kitten on his lap, Ping Sheng took out the milk and poured some on his palm, and leaned forward.

Immediately there was no sound.

The kitten was so hungry that he licked it clean with a little milk in the blink of an eye.The palm is soft and waxy.The kitten just buried its head in drinking milk, curled up its front paws, nestled into a small rice cake dumpling, and licked it quietly.Don't be in a hurry when the lick is gone, just stare at Pingsheng's palm, meow, and then there will be.

Ping Sheng poked lightly with his finger, the kitten ignored him, just bowed his back slightly, and relaxed after a while.The outer layer of fur is a bit dirty, and the inside is not the yellow that I saw in the bushes just now, but a very light color, between yellow and white.

The kitten was itchy from being poked, but he was reluctant to eat it, so he meowed anxiously, and then Ping Sheng withdrew his hand.Leaning back on the back of the chair, Ping Sheng looked up at the sunlight leaking through the dense leaves, it was not very glaring, but very dazzling.

After drinking the milk, there was still a tea egg. Ping Sheng let go of his hand and the kitten didn't run away. He looked a little sleepy, but his eyes were very alert. He stared at the egg without moving, concentrating on it.

"Don't you need to study early?"

With a shake of my hand, the egg almost fell.The kitten also trembled, meowed tremblingly, and stared up at who it was, its small dark and wet eyes were full of vigilance.

Wen Yingyao had just arrived at the school, and as soon as he got out of the garage, he saw Ping Sheng leaning his head on the bench, wondering what he was thinking.

Ping Sheng stood up in a panic, forgetting the little thing on his lap.

The kitten made a long leap, and landed nimbly at Pingsheng's feet, turned around twice, meowed against its ankles, and glanced up at the egg in Pingsheng's hand.

"Use it, go back now."

Pingsheng's ears were red, he raised his head and quickly glanced at Wen Yingyao standing in front of him, his feet stepped back unconsciously, the kitten didn't know what to do, and continued to stick the cat's face softly.

Wen Yingyao looked at it really interestingly, "Isn't there still a tail?"

Ping Sheng found some pampering on Wen Yingyao's face, smiled sheepishly, "Well... I'll be fine in a while", hesitated for a while, squatted down and continued to feed the eggs.

There are still more than ten minutes before the morning self-study, Wen Yingyao is not in a hurry, puts down the file bag at hand, dusts off the hem of the windbreaker, and sits where Pingsheng was originally sitting, with his right leg on his left knee and his elbow on his side Looking at Pingsheng's back with his head propped on the back of the chair.

The morning light was shining slightly, the sun was mottled, and the accumulated water on the ground had almost dried up, revealing pale marks on the floor tiles.There is no wind, but the air is as fresh and beautiful as ever.

The school uniform of the third high school is a bit big, outlining the thin shoulder bones of the young man, with a little bit of broken sun on his back, which looks peaceful and peaceful, but the part that falls in the shadow, for some reason, always carries a sense of desperate determination.Wen Yingyao twitched his eyebrows, not just from his back, but sometimes he noticed in class that he looked thoughtful. Although he wasn't distracted, it always made people worry.

"Which university do you want to enter?" Wen Yingyao asked abruptly.

There was a slight pause from the back, and after a while, a sentence came in a low voice: "Mr...." He almost regretted it after saying it.Ping Sheng didn't dare to look back at Wen Yingyao's expression, and moved his hands a little slower, which caused the kitten to meow impatiently.

Cats always have a natural sense of ownership.

Wen Yingyao didn't expect it, and didn't know what to reply for a while. He imitated the teacher's tone: "University M is very good. You should be able to work hard. I heard that your other grades are not bad..."

Ping Sheng stood up silently in Wen Yingyao's words. He didn't know if he had listened. He still turned his back to Wen Yingyao, "Teacher Wen, I'm going back", and left after speaking.

The atmosphere became very strange, but Wen Yingyao couldn't tell what was strange.

"Ah, good, let's go back."

Did I say something wrong just now?

Wen Yingyao lowered his eyes and thought for a while, there should be no problem, shouldn't the teacher say that...

The kitten followed closely, and Pingsheng took a few steps, picked up the kitten again, put it back in the bushes, stroked the kitten's head, and said, "I'll bring you something to eat at noon."

The kitten watched Pingsheng go away with a little restraint.

The bell for morning self-study rang, but Wen Yingyao still sat still.The kitten was separated by two flower bushes from him, and while licking his hands and washing his face, he looked at Wen Yingyao indifferently, with a sense of confidence.

Wen Yingyao looked away and got up.

He was actually jealous of a cat.

☆, the same kind of people

As expected, the results of the second model were not satisfactory, and even Xu Boshu, the top student, fell back several places.Yao Xingxing was even more miserable.Needless to say, Yang Zhuo, but he himself was not very concerned. After listening to the papers for a long time, he ran out for swimming training.

The class leader, Tong Yunshan, was the one who suffered the most. Not to mention her poor grades, she even failed to perform her best in mathematics. Her eyes were red throughout the mathematics class, and she kept silent, as if a strong man had broken his wrist.

Wu Hong's English is still good, and he got a lot of points for himself.

Ping Sheng read the final score of the English composition, folded it up and stuffed it into his schoolbag, without any expression on his face.

Wu Hong came over and didn't understand: "You don't want to make up the composition? Why don't you ask Mr. Wen. The composition is up, your grades can't be so bad..." Like a bitch.

Ping Sheng calmly copied the wrong questions.

The teachers also understood that they should not exert too much pressure before the exam, so when they were explaining the papers, they all had a pleasant face and were several times more patient than usual.

The chicken soup was filled one by one.

Pingsheng is getting distracted more and more easily.

This is what Wen Yingyao discovered in his class.

In the last month, the teachers have basically stopped teaching, and the papers are still done, but most of the time it is the students who correct and correct mistakes by themselves, and sort out the wrong test books.If you encounter a question you don't know, just go to the teacher to answer the question yourself.

Wen Yingyao was acting as a substitute for the first time, and he was still in the third year of high school. In fact, there was still a lot of pressure.He consulted Tang Wan many times in private, and also communicated with several teachers in the same subject, so he still kept the mode of giving lectures half of the time and working independently on the half of the time in his class.

When Ping Sheng was called up to answer the question, Wen Yingyao intuitively felt that Ping Sheng was absent-minded.

After letting him sit down for the first time, he cried out for the second time, still looking at his face in silence, without saying a word, and it took a long time before he uttered a single word.

Still wrong.

The whole person bowed his head and stood in the shadows, as if completely immersed in his own world, completely alienated, somewhat stubborn and lonely.

"Wrong." Wen Yingyao's voice became cold.

Ping Sheng still didn't look up, just gave up, "I don't know".

Before he finished speaking, he heard: "Well, stay after school." Wen Yingyao suddenly felt that the teacher's power was quite enjoyable to use.

Ping Sheng raised his head and stared at Wen Yingyao on the podium.

He was delusional.

For a moment, in the eyes of Mr. Wen who was a few steps away, he saw the shadow of Mr. Wen.

Indifference, cynicism.

Fingers unconsciously rubbing the corner of the page, Ping Sheng looked down at the question again.

Wen Yingyao was obviously very patient, smiling impeccably.

The whole class was stunned. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wen, who was thought to be elegant, peaceful and easy to talk, also had a harsh and merciless side. They all lowered their heads and began to carefully look at their wrong questions.

Pingsheng raised his head again, and clearly spoke the correct answer.

Only then was Wen Yingyao satisfied, as if time was paused and then restarted easily, everything was under his control.

"Sit down." He heard himself say this to Ping Sheng.

Sitting down again, Ping Sheng's back was stiff. In Wen Yingyao's last eyes, he saw the long-lost...

provocative.

That Mr. Wen has not appeared for a long time.

It was still cloudy outside the window, and the sun occasionally showed its face, but the rest of the time it was lazy and boring.

The rainy season in Ning City is still very long.

Human memory is limited.No matter how profound the memory is, as long as there is no blood or broken bones, it will not last long.

Pingsheng hadn't seen that person for a long time.

But his appearance was engraved into his flesh and blood along with the shackles of that night's siren, which can be seen deep in his bones.

I also hate it to the bone.

May [-]th was a rare sunny Monday.

Ping Sheng didn't show up during the morning self-study. The head teacher, Mr. Li, went back to the office after finishing the morning self-study in class and called Ping Sheng's home, but no one answered.

"What's the matter with Pingsheng..." Teacher Li was a little impatient, "Did you oversleep?"

Lu Zheng couldn't get through the phone either.

Wen Yingyao came over, "What's wrong with Mr. Li?"

Teacher Li raised his head when he heard the sound, "Oh, Pingsheng didn't arrive for self-study early. No one answered the phone at home, here..." He lowered his head and pointed to the home-school address book, "The contact person's phone can't be reached either. I don't know what's wrong... He must have slept through it! Yang Zhuo did the same the day before yesterday! Parents don't care!"

The bell for class rang at this moment.

Teacher Li slapped his forehead fiercely, "I still have class!" He hurriedly took a large stack of papers on the desk and was about to go out. Before leaving, he asked Wen Yingyao: "If Teacher Wen is okay, call me later Fight again."

Wen Yingyao looked down and found the two lines of numbers, "OK".

The date I went out to see this morning suddenly flashed in my mind, and it seemed to have appeared in my memory.

Wen Yingyao thought for a while, returned to his place, took the car keys and walked out.

After knocking on the door for a while, there was still no response from the room.Wen Yingyao touched his pocket, subconsciously wanting to take out a cigarette, but when he realized it, his eyes darkened a little.

Maybe I made a fuss... And I didn't see clearly that day... Wen Yingyao leaned on the banister of the stairs and pondered, so as to divert his attention and resist the impulse in his body.

Still want to smoke.

There was a trace of disgust in his face, Wen Yingyao closed his eyes and restrained himself, only listening to the creak of the iron door being opened next to his ears, and the old woman's voice came: "Who is it?"

Wen Yingyao stood up straight immediately, and asked politely, "Excuse me, do you know where Ping Sheng has gone? He didn't go to school today."

The person who lives at the opposite door happens to be the mother-in-law who has breakfast.

There was doubt in the mother-in-law's eyes, and she looked up and down at Wen Yingyao, who was standing in front of her in neat clothes, "You are..."

"I'm his teacher. English teacher." Wen Yingyao quickly added.

The mother-in-law believed it, "Pingsheng went to school today, I still eat breakfast here...I think about it", turned around and looked at the wall clock, and added to Wen Yingyao: "I went out after 07:30. I'm still afraid He was late, he didn't go to school? No... Pingsheng won't—"

After breakfast, the mother-in-law was muttering and guessing alone, Wen Yingyao interrupted: "It's true that he didn't come to school, so do you know where he might go?"

"Ninghu Bar Street, his aunt works there, go and have a look."

Familiarity is something that largely does not depend on memory.

Wen Yingyao stepped into the bar.

The bar during the day is very deserted.Scattered wine bottles were piled up at the door, and colorful confetti was so dirty that they were mixed together.The ground was wet, with a layer of water sprinkled on it, and the mop was still in the plastic bucket, dripping at the corners.The decadent smell of hangover and profligacy crawled out from all the cracks in the wood, stretching out messy and sticky tentacles, seducing Wen Yingyao.

That Wen Yingyao.

"Mr. Wen!"

The proprietress beamed with joy, stepped forward to take Wen Yingyao's arm, and blamed: "You haven't been here for a long time! You can read me! If you say that you can't forget it, there will be echoes. It's really like that!"

Wen Yingyao looked at the lady boss's alluring face, but didn't make a sound.

After a while, he withdrew his arm and said without a tone, "I'm looking for Aunt Pingsheng."

The proprietress was stunned, but she didn't react, "Aunt Ping Sheng? Ping Sheng... Oh! Lu, Lu Zheng!"

Wen Yingyao nodded.

"Hi! It's not easy!" He shouted into the small aisle: "Lu Zheng! Lu Zheng!" Turning around, he smiled and said, "Mr. Wen, what do you drink? The E... Eis... wein you recommended last time for us here There really isn’t such a small place. However, some ordinary ones have entered, just waiting for you to come—”

Wen Yingyao didn't speak, but his face darkened.

The proprietress backed away in embarrassment, unable to figure out who Wen Yingyao was in front of her, "I'll go in and call someone..."

"Excuse me." Wen Yingyao nodded politely.

When Lu Zheng came out in a hurry, she subconsciously called out "Mr. Wen".

Wen Yingyao smiled decently, and cut straight to the point: "Ping Sheng didn't go to school today, do you know where he will go?"

"Didn't go to school?" Lu Zheng stepped forward and hesitated: "Impossible, I watched him go out—"

"No."

Wen Yingyao paused, everything in front of him reminded him of the existence of another person in his body, "He didn't go to school".

"He has a cell phone!" Lu Zheng shouted, without Wen Yingyao, turned around and picked up the phone at the side and dialed Ping Sheng.

was cut off.

Lu Zheng completely lost his mind, grabbed the phone line and continued to dial, "Ah Sheng won't stop going to school..."

Wen Yingyao walked in, lowered his head and locked Lu Zheng's flustered eyes.He saw his own shadow in Lu Zheng's eyes, overlapping, and he couldn't tell the real from the fake.Raising his eyes, grasping the last trace of memory about escaping, his voice was very light: "Today is the seventh."

"I saw this date when I was at your house last time, and it was marked."

"What day is it?"

Lu Zheng was stunned.

"Number seven..."

"May [-]th."

"It's the day when Pingsheng's father was released from prison."

At the moment when he was finally "expelled", Wen Yingyao discovered amusedly that he was actually the same kind of person as Heping Sheng.

only,

A self-deceived, self-defeating, painting the ground as a prison.

A desperate, overwhelmed water.

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Mr. Wen appeared again...

☆, cold boiled blood

Ning City Prison is not in Ning City.but in the province.It takes at least three hours to drive there.After crossing the provincial road, there is still a long mountain tunnel. The white dots at the exit continue to enlarge. Wen Yingyao looked at it for a long time, and heard Lu Zheng's few words before leaving.

The flustered and hasty tone penetrated into reality and memories, and a few hysterical strokes outlined a gloomy youth in front of his eyes.

The boy sank in darkness.

No matter how bright the white light is, no matter how grand it is, it will not be able to wipe out the youth's hatred.

"Mr. Wen...I don't know how to tell you, I beg you...help me bring Ah Sheng back..."

"Ah Sheng won't let that bastard go."

"When that bastard was caught in the police car, Ah Sheng chased him all the way. He didn't recognize anyone, he kept chasing, he kept chasing... almost fainted on the road..."

"Then I was sentenced to more than three years..."

"I thought these three years would more or less make Ah Sheng's hatred less, lighter, or...forget a little..."

"I did not expect……"

"He never forgot."

The steering wheel turned sharply, and the feet accelerated, and for a moment, the sun was everywhere.In the distance, the big blue and black iron gate of the Provincial Prison stood upright, abruptly blocking everything in sight.

Wen Yingyao slowed down and looked around for Ping Sheng.

After exiting the tunnel, there is still a small dirt road.On both sides are abandoned old factory buildings, and there is a faint sound of welding, probably in the final dismantling and inspection.

Driving past the first factory building, there is a small depression between the second building and a tobacco and alcohol billboard standing on one side, looking disheartened.

Wen Yingyao turned off the engine and got out of the car.

The counter was small, and the tea-brown glass had long been filthy and scratched, but it didn't affect Wen Yingyao looking down for a cigarette.

"This." Wen Yingyao ordered a pack of white cigarettes in the corner empty-handedly, but when he looked up, he saw that there was no one in front of him.

He took off his coat and put it casually on his left arm, unfastened the two front buttons of his shirt, Wen Yingyao raised his long legs, and stood behind the counter to take the cigarettes himself.

The lighters are all ready-made, but they are of inferior quality and crude.Wen Yingyao didn't care, and lit a cigarette for himself.

The smoke is thick and long, coming out in one mouthful, covering the entire face, like a white beast coming out of its hole, creeping along the way, silently, but it is menacing and irresistible.

The white smoke slowly dissipated.

Wen Yingyao saw Pingsheng.

There are piles of rusty dark red steel pipes piled up to form a flat triangle.Ping Sheng sat on one side with his head bowed, holding something in his hand.The whole person melted into the ruins, the sun occasionally passed by, the angle was tilted, and his hands glared brightly.

Wen Yingyao still stood motionless, with a motionless expression, looked up once and for all, after a while, lowered his head to flick the cigarette ash, and lit a second cigarette.

Ping Sheng found himself in a kind of confusion that would never sleep.

Maybe the sun was too big, and it shot straight to the center of his head, scalding his blood to the point of boiling.

His hands were shaking all the time, as if he had left his body, became conscious and emotional, and it seemed that only by holding a knife could he find a moment of peace and balance.

Why don't you come out yet.

Pingsheng closed his eyes.

Deafening screams throughout the night, and the colorful shadow lights above the head reflected on everyone's face, showing endless confusion and madness.

All eyes were on the dancing girl in the center of the stage.

The skin is better than snow, the red lips are staring at the eyes, it is just a long red dress, and there is no extra decoration.Her long hair was pulled up high, and the broken hair brushed her temples, inadvertently revealing the ultimate charm.The dazzling turn, the red skirt between the lower waist, a few tiptoes, and fast sliding steps, every time you pause, you can get applause that almost overturns the roof.

Aunt Zheng sang on the sidelines and stopped several times to enjoy her mother's dance with the audience below.

He also applauded enthusiastically along with everyone.

But in the next second, the picture became desperate and terrifying.

He heard his mother's screams and blunt blows of his head against the wall, and he was wheeled and locked into the room, weeping weakly behind the door.

It was the man who came back.

Every time he comes back, it is a nightmare for him and his mother.

Overturned food, glass shards, broken bowls, vicious abuse, and mother's silence.

Later, it was the combination of fists and kicks, which intensified.

When he couldn't bear to rush to protect his mother, his mother showed a frightened expression for the first time.

That person didn't hit him in the end, but locked him in the room...

"I don't want to beat this bastard, it's too dirty!"

"He's not a bastard. He's my boy."

He heard his mother speak word by word.

The man laughed for a while.

"A bitch is a bitch."

The bloodied mother opened the door to hug him.

He hugged his knees and cried until his eyes were dazzled, but when he saw his mother, he was so scared that he forgot to go forward.

Later, Aunt Zheng rushed over and took the two of them to the hospital together.

"Get a divorce..."

In a daze, he heard Aunt Zheng whispering something while sitting by the bed.He saw his mother shook her head slightly, holding the blood-stained gauze in her hand, "It's not easy for him..."

"Easy?" Aunt Zheng stood up angrily, looked back at him, and barely lowered her voice: "Who is easy?! Every time I come back, I know how to beat you...Is he still human?!"

"He doesn't play Xiaosheng."

"He also helped me take care of Xiaosheng..."

"Is he taking care of it?" Aunt Zheng's anger was quiet, but her mother didn't dare to raise her head to look at each other.

"...he at least let Xiaosheng go to school...I..." Mom covered her face with her hands, "I am grateful to him".

At that time, Ping Sheng thought, if this is the case, he would rather not take this course.

When he ran to say that he was going to drop out of school to work, he was slapped by his mother for the first time.

It was the first time he saw his mother crying like that, she was several years old.No matter how she was beaten by that person, how she grabbed her to vent her anger, my mother never cried.But that time, when he looked into his mother's eyes, the tears were like blood, forcing him to endure it.

till the end.

There's nothing left.

Only blood remained.

Pingsheng let out a long breath.

The sun is burning.

The blood in his whole body was about to be burned dry, and he was extremely hungry and thirsty.Just waiting for the last minute clean up.

No matter how slight the sound was, it could stir up endless waves of blood.

The iron door opened a crack from the inside to the outside.

Then, in Pingsheng's sight, zoom in frame by frame, zoom in, zoom in again.

The handles are hot.

I don't know if it's because of the sun, or because of something else.

Ping Sheng stood up, fixed his eyes on that point, and walked forward.

Sudden.

It was pitch black.

Someone raised his hand from behind to cover his eyes. The force was not strong at all, but it was enough to restrain all his actions and emotions.The whole person is gathered and embraced, which is a protective gesture.

Someone is protecting him.

In the momentary stagnation, Ping Sheng almost sneered, protecting a person with a knife?

Day and night are reversed in front of my eyes, but the heat remains the same.

For a moment, he was stunned, and his thoughts went blank.

Something was cut off out of thin air, those turbulent emotions were temporarily tamed and properly placed.

A familiar voice came from my ear.

"Go back with me."

"Pingsheng."

go back?

Where can he go back?

not to mention,

He doesn't want to go back at all!

Three years, three full years, more than 1000 days and nights, hatred was heated, boiled, cooled, and solidified in the blood over and over again.

So far, it has boiled blood with ice, and there is no way to turn back.

As expected, the gate of time confinement was knocked open, kicking and elbowing desperately towards Wen Yingyao, and the two began to fight silently and completely controlled.

Wen Yingyao looked down at Pingsheng who was almost crazy, his expression still didn't fluctuate, he just tightened his arms.

All the struggles were easily resolved and embraced into the embrace behind her.

And there was almost no communication between the two.

Ping Sheng was sweating all over his body, and his vest was oozing, and it was stuck to Wen Yingyao's chest, which was icy cold.Almost exhausted, Ping Sheng lowered his head and panted violently, paused, then raised his right hand holding the knife, and stabbed it hard behind him!

Wen Yingyao lowered his gaze, looked at it lightly, and did not take a step back.

The blade stopped at the last moment.

The hand holding the knife kept shaking, and Wen Yingyao smiled, and with a very ordinary movement, he easily took the knife from Ping Sheng's hand.

The silvery white blade flipped several times in the air, Wen Yingyao looked mocking, and just about to say something, the palm that had been covering Ping Sheng's eyes felt wet.

Wen Yingyao was stunned.

Tears filled the fingers and palms warmly, and the palms were a little stiff, and they wanted to move away, but they didn't know what to do next.

The palm of the hand covering the eyes was changed to wipe the tears, following the direction of the tears flowing on the face, over and over again, very patiently