conspirator's love

Zhao Liqiang threw the seventh cigarette butt under the tree and crushed the red cigarette butt with the sole of his foot.He rolled up his sleeves and looked up at the window of 1002, "Do you really think you can escape? You have to pay back what you owe me. Bah!"

He slapped the tree with a slap, and under the dim street light, a crooked scar on his arm was exposed, like a thick red centipede, revealing an indescribably strange and ferocious appearance.

He got into the car, thinking of the girl with tight lips, who was hugged into his arms, with a kind of youthful girlish atmosphere, under her navy blue school uniform was a smooth milk-like body.

She opened her eyes wide, like a frightened white dove, fluttering her slender wings, making people full of desire to break them.

He tore off the collar of her school uniform, revealing the white suspenders and pale neck. With a cruel desire to destroy, he lowered his head and devoured the little white pigeon fiercely.

But he soon realized that this girl was not a little white pigeon. She bent her legs and slammed her knee into his vitals.If she hadn't wanted to pick up her camera, she would have almost run away.

Zhao Liqiang still remembered that he went up to grab her arm, slapped her on the ground, and her stupid glasses fell off with a bang sound.She fell to the ground, her eyes were full of tears, she was pitiful, but charming, she was really a born bitch.

As he thought about it, he suddenly held his lower body with his veiny hand, and moaned hoarsely as he moved.

For Zhao Liqiang, this time is more exciting than ever, because her slender figure now overlaps with the little white dove in her memory.

Wang Zhe walked into the community and found a taxi parked at the corner of the building. The driver seemed to be rummaging for something in the car. There was a horizontal scar on his side face.

The driver seemed to be sensitive to the gaze, and Mudi turned his face away.

Wang Zhe hid in the shadow behind the tree in shock, it was him.Those sealed memories were overturned in an instant, whistling and enveloping Wang Zhe, bringing pain and cold feeling.

He still remembers that 4 years ago, one day he went home early, instead of going home after playing a game of basketball in order to escape his mother as usual.

It was the same person, he held his mother's hand, "Xiaofen, come with me, I killed someone, that kid is covered in blood. They are going to catch me soon." He waved his hands, his red eyes were bloodshot , The whole person is hysterical. "We have to go now."

Mother circled around the house in a panic, "I have to clean up, I... what about my son? Xiao Zhe hasn't come back yet."

Wang Zhe watched quietly from the crack of the door, and did not disturb the people in the room.

"Damn it! Leave him alone, he's already grown up, he's that person's child, they won't make things difficult for him." He pushed the woman cursingly.

"No, he's not yet an adult. Even if he wants to leave, I have to send him back." The woman was pushed to the ground, hugging the man's leg, and begged bitterly: "You go first, I'll go find you. I will come to you."

"Male Gobi! You two are fucking lying to me. I have been tricked by you." The man became furious, and pushed everything on the table to the ground, making a crisp sound of shattering cups, dishes and plates.

"Ah!" cried Mom, as a shard of china splashed onto her neck, leaving a brightly colored gash.

Perhaps it was because of the violent factor inspired by the blood, the man grabbed his mother by the neck and slapped her with his left hand, "Damn, you leave now, don't let me bear everything by myself. If it weren't for you, I could roll Come into this mess?"

Wang Zhe felt a surge of anger, and he clenched his fists.

The woman cried, "You are doing it for money, I... I will go with you, you give me two days."

The man raised his fist and wanted to hit him again.Wang Zhe pushed open the door, "What are you doing? Let her go!"

"Xiao Zhe," the woman was shocked when she saw her son, and she was afraid that the man would hurt him. His eyes begged him to let go.

The man let go of the woman, "Little bastard, you're back?" He bit down to say every word.

"Old bastard, get the hell out of here, or I'll call the police." Wang Zhe also gritted his teeth, and threatened by taking out his cell phone from his pocket.

"Hehe, interesting." Zhao Liqiang sneered twice. "Call the police. If you call the police, your mother won't be able to run away. She's a fucking grasshopper on a rope. If you have the guts, call the police."

"Li Qiang," the woman tremblingly climbed to the side of the drawer, and took out a box from the bottom drawer, "I still have some money, you go first, I will look for you, you go back to your hometown first. "She stuffed the money into the man's hand, "Please. Just give me one day, I only need one day."

Zhao Liqiang picked up the money and counted it, "Bah! Just three melons and two dates!"

The woman hurriedly said: "Also, I still have some in the bank. Mo Dongsheng gave me a lot of money, and I will withdraw it tomorrow."

He saw that the man always used his left hand, and the right hand seemed to be injured, and he knew he had nothing to be afraid of.Wang Zhe put his mobile phone in his pocket, squatted while the man was distracted, and picked up half a piece of broken porcelain from the ground. He held it in his hand, walked over, and helped his mother up with the other hand.

The man seemed to be looking forward to the money in the bank, he stuffed the cash into his trouser pocket, and patted the woman's face with his left hand, "You'd better be smart, don't play tricks on me, or I will hold you and die with your son !” he said coldly.

Wang Zhe felt his mother tremble.

"Little bastard, put the food in the car for me!" He patted Wang Zhe's face again as he spoke.

The woman looked at her son, beckoning him to be obedient.

Wang Zhe had no choice but to watch his mother pack a large bag of food with a limping leg, and packed a large bag of father's clothes, and asked Wang Zhe to carry it to the car for the scoundrel.

The rogue opened the car door and asked Wang Zhe to put his things away, while he smoked under the car.Wang Zhe saw a green schoolbag in the back seat. He had seen that schoolbag several times.

He saw that the girl carrying this schoolbag got into his father's car several times. Although no one said anything, he knew it was his sister.

Wang Zhe opened the schoolbag uncontrollably. He saw that there were no common textbooks, notebooks, or pencil cases in it. There was only a pair of glasses with a broken leg. He had seen this pair of glasses before, and they belonged to that girl, as well as a camera. and a thin little photo album.

He took out the glasses and the small photo album by accident, and stuffed them into the arms of his school uniform. There was an inner bag that he asked his mother to sew, and it was usually used to hold cigarettes and other things that the teacher would not allow to be brought into the school. It is of great use.

He hurriedly zipped up his school uniform, but was suddenly pulled out from behind, "Damn it! Little bastard, what the hell are you doing?"

The man grabbed the back of his school uniform and pulled it violently. Wang Zhe leaned back and sat down on the ground. He covered his stomach with his hands. In fact, he was holding down the things in the inner pocket, so as not to fall out and be discovered by the man. .

The man leaned forward, grabbed his collar, and pulled him up, "Be careful, if you dare to talk nonsense, I'll take your skin off."

Why was that girl’s stuff in his car? Thinking of what else this old bastard had done, Wang Zhe’s heart surged with evil fire. He touched half of the broken porcelain in his pocket with his hand, and he held it With his hand, he slashed towards the man's neck, and the man dodged sideways. As soon as he raised his right hand, it seemed as if he had pulled a wound, and hissed.

Wang Zhe saw the timing, and took another step forward. The tile wiped across the man's face, leaving a bloody wound.

"Grass! One or two, you fucking bastard!" The man angrily pushed Wang Zhe to the ground.

This is outdoors, not at home, and the violent actions of the two quickly attracted attention.An old man who came out to take out the garbage came out of the unit door, "Young man, what's the matter? Did you get beaten up by your father for being disobedient?"

Wang Zhe fell to the ground and was staring at Zhao Liqiang angrily.

Seeing someone coming out, Zhao Liqiang pointed at Wang Zhe and threatened, "Remember it! There will be plenty of time in the future." After speaking, he turned his head and drove away.

The old man came over just now, and stretched out his hand to help Wang Zhe: "Son, you have to study hard and don't provoke such dubious people. This is what made me meet. When you meet others, you don't know what to do." gone."

Wang Zhe looked at the back of the car, touched the things in his arms, and ran away with the courage he had just forcibly exerted.Only unspeakable fear remained.

He had a vague premonition that his life would be different starting today.

Mo Jiaxin received another courier.This is the second one this month.The content of the express delivery this time is much thinner, just a photo, packed in a simple package made of two cardboard shells, and the outside is wrapped with layers of transparent adhesive strips, and the outside is a black Express packaging.

The sender on the courier bill is Zhao Qiang, the address is the suburb of the same city, and the phone number is a mobile phone.

Mo Jiaxin remembered that his name was Zhao Liqiang.It was a name she would never forget.For Mo Jiaxin, he is black and white impermanence that drives the soul to death, everything he talks about is death, with those nightmare-like past events that she doesn't want to remember, with deep guilt, and with... A hatred that goes deep into the marrow.

She used to hate her father, but after her father died, she began to hate herself extremely, and now she has transferred some hatred to Wang Zhe, which somewhat made her feel better.

Of course, she also hated Zhao Liqiang, but rather than hating, she felt more afraid.She has lived with this hatred and fear for the past four years.

It was like an ax hanging in the air, and she didn't know when it would fall on her neck, but when it really came, she was not so afraid.She knew everything had to come to an end.

If she wants to speak in dialect and enter a sweet dream, then she must first end some nightmares and end some hatred.

She pulled open the package that was as dense as a silkworm cocoon, and took out a thin photo, and a pale figure like a shadow appeared in front of Mo Jiaxin.

It was in a classroom, a girl was writing with her head bowed, her pale neck was covered by a white shirt, and there was a hazy halo on her shiny brown hair.

Mo Jiaxin returned to the scene at that time again. She stood alone in the dark corridor and looked into the classroom. Unlike the corridor, the windows of the classroom were all opened, and the bright sunshine was as if she didn’t want money. See you, the whole classroom is covered, that person is sitting in the third row, there is a big book open in front of her, she is wearing a white earphone, and is writing something in a notebook.

Mo Jiaxin pressed the shutter secretly, and she stayed in her camera and mind forever.

She put the photo over, and a few words were written on the back: "May 5th, the weather was fine and the mood was bad.

Didn't you say you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination?It turned out that I was going to study abroad.I still want to go to a university with you, as long as I can look at you like this is enough.But isn't that okay?I don't want you to go.But I can never keep up with your pace. "

Mo Jiaxin smiled wryly, and she touched the vague sentence with her hand, "Who would have thought that? In the end, you stayed, but I left." She silently read the name of that person in her heart, like I used to do the same with these photos.I secretly made up my mind that I don't want to leave this time.I want to stay with you forever and ever.