conspirator's love

"Dialect, I told you, I don't want to talk about this matter." Mo Jiaxin sneered, "But I really didn't expect that I would be so terrible in your mind, killing my father... In fact, you and your mother The opinion is the same."

Dialect said softly: "What?"

"I think my morals are corrupt, and I can do anything." Mo Jiaxin waved again and called the waiter, "I just ordered an iced latte, please change it to a hot one, I can't drink it cold."

Dialect watched the waiter's back going away, "I just want to get to know you."

"Fang Yan, what else do you want to know? By the way, how did you solve the kidnapping last time?" Mo Jiaxin lowered her voice and approached Fang Yan's ear, "I crippled one of his arms and two legs, so you can not worried."

Fang Yan was so startled that he avoided Mo Jiaxin abruptly, turned his head to look at her, but only saw his frightened face on the lens of the sunglasses, Mo Jiaxin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and sat up straight again.

"You have to see the dark side of me to understand me? Are you sure you can bear it?" Mo Jiaxin slowly touched the knuckles of her left hand with her right hand, "Dialect, we are indeed people from two worlds, and I'm a good daughter of my father, so you're right in whatever you think."

I can't understand the meaning of this sentence in dialect, so I think it's right?Did Mo Jiaxin admit to killing her father in front of me?

Dialect suddenly felt his hands and feet were stiff, and his tongue was full of bitter taste.

What does this passage mean? I didn’t say that she would not kill her father. She was very disappointed that I would say that. Why did I say that I was right.

At this moment, the waiter brought the coffee. For some reason, Fang Yan felt that his eyes flickered at himself and then at Mo Jiaxin, with a curious inquiry in his eyes.

Dialect's mind was in turmoil, and the waiter's brother's eyes flashed, and he accidentally touched the small vase on the table, making a crisp sound.

Mo Jiaxin listened carefully to the movement, then leaned on the back of the sofa calmly.

Fang Yan noticed her tilting her head and thought she was a little strange, but didn't think much about it.

The waiter picked up the vase, thought about it, and simply took the vase away.

Dialect looked around, and found that their table used take-out paper cups, and the drinks at other tables were put in white porcelain cups. It seemed that there was a lot of trouble last time. Is the waiter guarding against them turning the tables again?

However, Dialect thinks that this kind of precaution is necessary, because she was upset enough to see Mo Jiaxin and Tian Jun holding hands in the morning, and now Mo Jiaxin's attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away, she just I feel like my heart is about to explode, and my hands are itchy, maybe I will flip the table back.

Fang Yan took two deep breaths to suppress his emotions.

"Are we going to have a cold war now? Because I asked you a topic you don't want to talk about?" Dialect sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm busy, I..."

Mo Jiaxin waved her hand, "No, it's not about a cold war, dialect, let's break up."

"What did you say?" Fang Yan squeezed the plastic coffee cup tightly, and the ice cubes in the cup collided with each other, making a crackling sound.

"I said let's break up." Mo Jiaxin said softly again.

"Is it because of what my mother said?" Dialect asked.

"No, what Auntie said is right, it's not me, and you wouldn't get a divorce, let alone fall in love with someone of the same sex." Mo Jiaxin said flatly.

"You don't love me anymore?" Fang Yan put down the coffee cup, and the cold drops of water slipped from the outside of the cup.

Mo Jiaxin was silent.

Fang Yan looked at her face, the pointed chin under the big sunglasses and the sharp lips, she became even thinner.

Fang Yan stretched out his hand, his cold palm still covered the back of Mo Jiaxin's hand lightly with the moisture from the coffee cup.

"You still love me, right?" Dialect said softly, as if afraid of waking up the sleeping person.

Mo Jiaxin pulled out her hand and put it on her knee, "Dialect, I'm going to America."

Fang Yan was stunned, forgot to take his hand back, and still grasped a piece of void numbly.

"Why? Leaving so suddenly?"

"Go to the United States and find the best team to help Wang Zhe recover. Maybe one year, maybe two years, maybe he won't come back." Mo Jiaxin was still so calm, without any waves in his tone.

"So you want to break up with me?" Fang Yan withdrew his hand and grabbed the rough edge of his knee.

"Dialect, I made a choice. Between you and my brother, I chose Wang Zhe. I don't expect you to understand. But I have to do it." Mo Jiaxin's tone was very gentle.

Dialect picked up the coffee and took a long sip, "Mo Jiaxin," she continued after a pause, "Have you ever loved me?"

Mo Jiaxin nodded, and now loves you too, but these words can only be kept in her heart.

"I'm just a dream in your adolescence. You always have to wake up when you dream." Fang Yan was glad that he ordered a cup of sweet coffee. The sweet cream made the bitterness in his mouth sweet, "So you will Go to America with Tian Jun?"

"Yes, you can say that." Mo Jiaxin put her arm on the armrest of the sofa, always looking so calm, just like the first time she saw her.

"Mo Jiaxin! Since you have already decided to break up with me, why did you make me feel sorry for you just now, and make me feel so bad about myself, just because I want to know about your past, and because my mother went to find you in private You." Fang Yan threw the coffee cup back on the table with a bang, she stood up and grabbed the backpack beside her, but she actually wanted to ask: Why did you make me feel so uncomfortable.In the end, she still didn't say anything, she just stood up and glanced at Mo Jiaxin, then turned around and ran out.

Mo Jiaxin was still sitting there like that, she only answered silently in her heart: The way I love you now is to let you leave me without a trace of nostalgia.

The waiter who witnessed all this let out a sigh of relief, but fortunately, he didn't fight, it was just a little bit close.He glanced at Mo Jiaxin again, seeing that she was wearing a black dress and big sunglasses, and she was imposing, thinking that this girl could not be a gangster, she was so scary.

Mo Jiaxin sat in silence for a long time, until the phone rang, and she picked it up: "It's over, come pick me up."

Dialect ran for a long time with his head buried, and finally stopped while leaning on the wall out of breath.She didn't know what she was afraid of. Maybe she had to run forward desperately to restrain her urge to run back and hold her leg and beg her not to break up with her.

The first love in my life has come to an end like this. Dialect is a bit reconciled, but what can I do if I am not reconciled?She bit her lips tightly, and tasted the fishy taste in her mouth after a while. She wiped her lips with her hand, leaving a red mark on the back of her hand.

She looked up and found herself standing in front of a movie theater. Although it was a weekday, there were still several young couples, holding hands and preparing to watch the morning show.The big screen at the door is playing a movie preview, "The happiest domestic movie, keep you away from sadness," the provocative slogan hits the dialect's veins, and she wants to let all the sadness go to hell before it is swallowed by sadness.

She wiped off the blood on the back of her right hand with her left hand, and walked resolutely to the cinema.

"If you want a ticket, you need the one with the announcement at the door." Dialect said to the conductor while paying for it.

"Oh, there is no lineup for that morning show. You should watch this one. It is also an excellent domestic film, and young people love to watch it." The conductor enthusiastically recommended it.

Dialect scratched his head, "Does it look good?"

"The reaction was quite strong, and I haven't watched it, but it should be good to hear the movement." The conductor showed the ballot interface, "The people who came this morning are all watching this movie, you choose a seat."

Dialect thought that any movie he watched would be a challenge to himself anyway, so he just pointed at it and chose a corner in the back row. "That's it."

"Watching a movie in the morning, the popcorn and cola package is half price, how about one?" The conductor continued to recommend enthusiastically.

"Alright," Dialect nodded.

"Go over there and pay the fee, Xiao Wang, one set meal, hurry up, the show is about to start!" The conductor shouted loudly, and even pushed the dialect, telling her to hurry up.

Fang Yan took the popcorn and Coke package and walked into the screening hall. As soon as he reached the door, the usher waved to her, signaling her to follow quickly. Fang Yan walked in with his head buried. , there is an opening title on the screen, a couple of newlyweds embarked on a honeymoon journey arm in arm, cheerful music and a picturesque resort.

The usher walked quickly, took the dialect up the stairs, and walked to her seat.

Probably because the light was turned off as soon as I entered, and I didn’t experience a sudden change from bright to dark. Although I was a little dizzy when I first entered, I was attracted by the usher as soon as I entered, and I focused on seeing the stairs clearly so as not to fall, and following In terms of the footsteps of the hostess, maybe the music coming from the screen was too joyful, making Dialect faintly expectant. She was sitting in the seat at the moment, except that she was a little dizzy, but she didn't have a strong discomfort reaction.

For this reason, Fang Yan was a little happy in his heart. With his anger and sadness, he was able to do something that he couldn't do normally.

The picture on the screen began to change, a woman woke up from her sleep, she walked down the wooden stairs barefoot, and at the same time softly called a name: Tang Tang, Tang Tang, where are you?

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the gap between the stairs, grabbed her ankle, and pulled it violently, "Ah!" The woman let out a heart-piercing scream.

She rolled down the stairs with blood all over her face.

Dialect trembled with fright, and she remembered that the conductor said, "The reaction is very intense, and it should be good to hear the movement." It turned out to be a domestic horror movie.This, is it too difficult to challenge this from the very beginning?

I saw the words "five years later" printed on the screen.Jumping five years so quickly, it seems that the IQ of domestic horror films cannot be overestimated, and it is probably a funny movie full of loopholes.

Dialect decided to persevere, but as soon as the line floated away, a female ghost floated over and suddenly rushed towards the audience, "Ah!" There was a strange cry from the middle row.

Dialect trembled twice, buried his head in the popcorn, and ate the popcorn desperately.

In the picture, a little girl is always sitting by the children's playground alone, and when other children are playing, she is always watching by herself.Others thought she was a strange child, but she said: "I have to accompany my mother." The camera flashed, and the girl was sitting next to the woman who fell to death at the beginning, and she showed a sinister smile.

The girl who had two seats across the dialect couldn't help but screamed, causing the surroundings to shout together.Only Fang Yan buried his head in the popcorn alone, whimpering.

She couldn't bear it anymore, fear, grievance, sadness, anger, all emotions rushed into her heart, she hugged the can of popcorn tightly, as if hugging her lover, and wept suppressedly.