The rest of life may not be different

Bai Lingge kicked Su Wuxu's chair, "He's gone."

Su Wuxu sat up, staring at Bai Lingge with unfriendly eyes, Bai Lingge glanced at him, and said indifferently, "You're just plotting against him like this."

Su Wuxu pursed his lips a little bit bitterly, "I don't want to either."

Bai Lingge nodded, "Since when did you start to doubt?"

Su Wuxu looked at him and said helplessly, "In the past, you never poured water for me and handed it to me yourself. It's hard for me not to doubt it."

Bai Lingge shrugged, originally he did it on purpose, he sat down opposite Su Wuxu again, his face turned serious, "Okay, now tell me, why do you think it's ridiculous."

Su Wuxu lowered his head and couldn't see his expression. He pulled out a sad smile and said, "You know that people who have been killed in dreams will pass you by when they meet in reality, do you know?" I felt like I met a ghost."

Bai Lingge smiled, he knew that it was impossible for Su Wuxu to really say anything to him, but he could feel Su Wuxu's despair, as if he didn't want to struggle anymore with such nonsensical and illogical words .

Su Wuxu looked at Bai Lingge with a cold smile. In fact, when his surroundings were quiet, he could even hear a needle drop on the ground. Shouting in distress, he felt that he was also a dead person in this world, no different from them.

As for why he thought it was absurd, because he actually saw Zhang Kai who was supposed to be buried in the back mountain in reality, and passed him by like no one else. That day when he stood on the side of the road, the blood all over his body seemed to be flowing backwards. After so long, He can always distinguish hallucinations from real people or things. He remembers that his senses were magnified a hundred times at that time, so everything was vivid in his mind, and he was sure that person was Zhang Kai, exactly the same!

He chased after him and stopped him. Zhang Kai was so surprised that he thought he was mentally ill, so he pushed him away and continued walking. In the pouring rain, a man was digging the soil in a dazed state, and the hallucinations around him were pointing at him, mocking him and mocking him, and he seemed to be digging his own grave again. There was a sound of whimpering, and he seemed to see many people looking down at him, as if they were attending his funeral...

That day he really couldn't bear it anymore, lying in the hole he had dug, his mood was extremely calm, he could feel his body slowly becoming numb, as if he was becoming insignificant, and he was about to leave, and the people around him were unexpectedly He also sang a mourning song, and then Wei Jing suddenly appeared in his sight, seeing him lying there, still so peaceful, she cried out in fright, knelt on the ground and begged him to come out, okay, Su Wuxu also Then I cried, I don't know if it was crying or the rain was slipping into my eyes.

Later, Su Wuxu came out. As soon as he came out, everything around him disappeared like a bird frightened. The absence of Wei Jing was just his wishful thinking. He felt as if he had lost his soul...

Su Wuxu couldn't figure out where he was, if it was an illusion, but everything was so real, yet full of absurdity everywhere, what he was confused, what he saw didn't exist, or did he not exist?

After Su Wuxu got up and left, Bai Lingge touched his chin, with a half-smile, did he really kill someone in his dream?

Wei Jing turned back and forth again, opened the door and walked in, "Where's the information?"

Bai Lingge listed the topics Su Wuxu had talked about in the past and Su Wuxu's problems, put them in the file bag and handed them to Wei Jing, "I advise you, you are not suitable, his condition is very serious, and sooner or later he will die." Ruined you, of course you may further ruin him."

Wei Jing took the file bag and looked directly into Bai Lingge's eyes. Bai Lingge's eyes were cold as if they could not eat fireworks. Good-looking is good-looking, but only Leng Ran is the only one. He said with a full sense of oppression, "I will take care of him. It is enough for you to do your job well."

Bai Lingge pursed her lips and nodded slightly, "It seems that you have made up your mind to be his caretaker? Then let me remind you, his love for you is a terrible thing."

Wei Jing re-examined him, walked to the table and leaned over to look at him coldly, "Why do you feel that you have ulterior motives?!"

Bai Lingge couldn't deny it, just smiled.

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Su Wuxu was sitting in the car smoking a cigarette, his eyes were lifeless with a sense of vicissitudes, and his whole body felt lifeless. He slowly exhaled white smoke, and the smoke surrounded his face. There is a ghost, he is suspicious and sensitive, and no matter what doubts he says, Bai Lingge will always tell him that everything is true, and only his thoughts are absurd. In fact, others have This kind of thinking is normal, but the key point of Bai Lingge is that he once said: Paying attention to the process is life, and paying attention to the result is waiting for death, because death is the final result.

He had to doubt everything, and continued to overthrow and recast overthrowing...

He squinted at Weijing coming out of the building with a gloomy face, with an extra file bag in his hand, Su Wuxu's brows and eyes were filled with unresolved haze, and when the smoke was lingering, his whole body was cold and secretive, his hands were clenched tightly and his nails were deeply pierced. Into the meat, looking up at the room where Bai Lingge is upstairs with a half-smile and a sarcasm.

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Mu Cishun is tall, and his waist was kicked by Su Wuxu before, so at this time, his shoelaces were untied but he couldn't bend down to tie them, but he couldn't just ignore them. Bai Linge sneered.

Then he walked around to him and looked at him mockingly. At least he gained a little popularity, at least he didn't need to pretend to be so invulnerable. Mu Cishun felt a little helpless, "Are you kidding me?"

Bai Lingge didn't speak, squatted down for a while and tied his shoelaces, then stared coldly at Mu Cishun with a little creepiness, Mu Cishun smiled coyly, "Thank you, let's go, go back to Mu's house first."

Bai Linge snorted coldly and stepped into the car first, while Mu Cishun walked slowly step by step and got into the car afterward.

A man flashed out of the mottled and hidden jungle for a while, he looked at the photos on his phone and clicked send to delete in one go.

"Are you still angry?" Mu Cishun asked with his head turned, Bai Lingge ignored him at all, Mu Cishun hugged Bai Lingge's shoulder like a big cat, sniffing Bai Lingge The smell on his body, he really likes this refreshing mint smell, as if he is addicted, he can't help smiling.

Bai Lingge pulled down the big head next to him, staring at him with cold eyes, while Mu Cishun grinned brightly at Bai Lingge.

Bai Lingge felt his temples twitch twice. This guy pretends to be gentle and refined, but he is actually a rascal in his bones, so he must be thick-skinned!

Bai Lingge kicked him angrily, "You just let him beat you like this, it's not that you don't know that he is not clear-headed, if the attack is not serious, you really did your best to play the role of a good brother! "

Mu Cishun clicked his tongue, "What do you mean by acting? I was also his elder brother. Besides, I have seen him since I was a child, so I planned on him. It wouldn't be a bad thing to beat him up and let him vent his anger."

Bai Lingge's expression could be said to have seen a ghost, and he snorted coldly, "Oh, when did you change your career to be a holy father?"

"..." Mu Cishun opened his mouth, but...couldn't refute, "Forget it, do you think he and Wei Jing can go back?"