conspirator's love

Mo Jiaxin glanced at Fangyan, and then drifted into the distance: "I remember many details of that day clearly. When the second class was over, the rain stopped, but the lightning was still bursting among the clouds. I skipped class When he got home, he found his car at the gate. He seldom went home at this time. Since he skipped class, of course he couldn’t enter through the gate openly, so he had to turn over the green belt and use the key to open the glass door of the balcony. He I was on the phone in the living room, the voice was hoarse and magnetic, I remembered all the details, but I forgot the content of the call, and I couldn’t remember it, I just remembered the shocking feeling at that time, like being struck by lightning.”

The wind from the window blew the curtains, bringing a burst of coolness, dialect grabbed Mo Jiaxin's hand, "Jiaxin."

"In fact, I have always wanted to tell people about this dream, because I am afraid that I will gradually lose the distinction between dream and reality. Which ones are the places I have corrected in the dream, and which ones are real things. If I don't say it myself, I will I can't figure it out anymore." Mo Jiaxin looked down at the dialect, "I was really happy when you came to my home to teach classes. But many details have been blurred in my head. These painful things, But stay there clearly."

Dialect has lived for 28 years, and this is the first time he has seen such a sad expression.She suddenly understood the reason for Mo Jiaxin's stubborn reluctance to reveal the past. No one can bear to expose the most unbearable self in front of her lover. With the expression of these pains, the strong Mo Jiaxin showed her fragile side.

She has probably never disclosed these details to others. Even if Tian Jun knew something, it was a simplified overview. All the nightmares that really belonged to her began to show their horns in front of the dialect at this moment, like an ugly monster. Some of those gleaming scales have fallen off, some have a little skin hanging on them, and the body is mottled, all of which are turned over and bloody wounds.

The hand that was released just now wrapped around his lover's waist again, and Fang Yan hugged her, trying to bring her some warmth with his own body temperature.

"When he went to the safe to withdraw money, I left the house the same way and hid beside the car waiting for him to come out. It was the rainy season in August, and the seven-seater business car was terribly stuffy, and it was like a sauna. He always had to open the car door to dissipate heat before getting in the car, I got under the seat through the back door, grabbed the navy blue blanket on the back seat, and covered my head and feet."

Let go of Fang Yan's hand, and pulled her to sit on the sofa, but Mo Jiaxin sat far away at the desk, leaving Fang Yan a dim back, "When he stopped at the foot of the mountain, I waited After a while, I found the footprints to catch up, desperately chasing his farther and farther figure on the slippery mountain road, the ground was too slippery, and I was very frustrated because I lost him several times. I basically He landed on the ground and climbed up. The forest was dense and dark, but he seemed to know the road very well, just kept walking. There is a kind of bird in the woods, which always makes a shrill cry. I have no strength. My clothes were all wet from the rain on the grass and trees. But I still caught up, and I saw..."

She stopped suddenly, and the dialect hung in her throat, "What do you see?"

"Seeing that my father is going to kill Zhao Liqiang," Mo Jiaxin turned his head and showed a sneer, which made Fang Yan tremble.

Fang Yan hugged the pillow on the sofa, "Did he intend to kill him?"

"My dad always prepared in advance. He took a small shovel from the trunk, hacked at his aorta from behind, and dug a hole to bury him. When his face was eaten by bugs, No one will find out. Originally, the plan was perfect, but he didn't expect me to go." Mo Jiaxin's voice was calm, as if saying that a flower bloomed and a fruit turned red.

Fang Yan hugged the pillow tightly, feeling the goosebumps on his arms stand up.

"I took out my mobile phone and took a picture of him raising the shovel. I was so stupid that I didn't look like his daughter at all. The mobile phone clicked. Zhao Liqiang was wearing a black raincoat. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and saw Now comes my dad who came up from behind him instead of taking the normal mountain path. I am the only bug in this perfect murder plan. If it wasn’t for me, maybe four years ago, Zhao Liqiang would have been lying rotting in the dirt on the mountain, and his ghost would never linger entangled me."

The goosebumps that frightened the dialect frightened them back one by one, "Did Zhao Liqiang kill him?"

"No, it's me." Mo Jiaxin turned her head, her face pale like a paper figure.

The eyes of the two met, and the room was so quiet that one could hear the crisp ticking of the clock's needles and the sound of wind rolling the curtains. Mo Jiaxin stood up, but she couldn't see her expression clearly under the backlight.

"Fang Yan, do you still want to listen?" She walked towards the dialect.

Fang Yan swallowed hard and nodded.

"I had a very ugly idea at the time. I wanted them to kill each other. I always turned off the camera sound of my phone, but at that moment I turned it on. I don't know how my phone can work in such a dark environment. What to photograph, it would be great if he could be photographed killing someone, but if he can't be photographed, I want all the murderers to show their daggers." Mo Jiaxin spoke faster and faster.

Dialect's heart was like going into a meat grinder, she guessed the ending, but she really couldn't face the bloody details.

"But I still miscalculated. I didn't expect Zhao Liqiang to be a useless wretch. He turned his face, and there were two obvious nail scratches on his face, 'Why are you so careless?' Can put down the shovel in his hand and asked him calmly, Zhao Liqiang staggered back two steps and cursed: 'Bastard... bastard! Your wife caught it before she died! She almost dragged me into the river. I've been having nightmares for the past few days." My dad stepped forward and grabbed his collar and said, "You'd better hide from me, and don't let me hear any news about you for a long time, or be careful." If you have money, you don’t enjoy life.’ He looked at the shovel in my dad’s hand, then at me behind him, and ran away.” Mo Jiaxin squatted in front of the sofa, vividly imitating the voices and intonations of the two men , After speaking, he laughed.

"Jiaxin?" Dialect called her in a low voice.

Mo Jiaxin stopped laughing suddenly, and said sarcastically: "If you have money, you don't want to live, isn't he talking about himself?"

Dialect asked cautiously: "Do you hate him?"

"Just pure hate is a happy thing." Mo Jiaxin looked up at the dialect, "I am not so lucky. When hate, love, guilt, and burden are all mixed together, I don't know what to do. to name this complex emotion."

Grief replaced sarcasm, making her pale face an emotional palette.

Fang Yan reached out to touch her face, Mo Jiaxin pressed the back of her hand, put her face against Fang Yan's hand, and pressed her soft lips into the palm of her hand.

"This world is so crazy. On that evening four years ago, when that man approached me with a shovel, I thought I was going to die in that forest. I backed up in panic, slipped and fell down the hillside. The grass is full of barbs, which hurt my hand, but I still hold on to a clump firmly, and I will not let go. I don’t want to die, I’m not reconciled. I haven’t loved you well, this world There are countless people who are more damned than me, why should I die here? It's not fair." Mo Jiaxin murmured.

She looked at the roof with a blurred gaze, "I looked up and saw his face, his eyes looked at me coldly, as if thinking about what I was. The one I called my father for 17 years people."

Dialect took a deep breath, trying to pull Mo Jiaxin up.

Instead, Mo Jiaxin sat down on the ground, leaning her back against the wall, and cast her eyes on the ground again. "After a long time, maybe it was my delusion, he still held out his hand to me, 'Grab it!' he said. But I hesitated, I was afraid that it was all just a conspiracy. He had to lean out and want to He grabbed my collar with his hands, and after a lot of effort, he still grabbed it."

"Then what happened?" Dialect asked puzzled.

"The ground was so slippery, I tried to climb up, but the soil was loose, and we fell down the hillside together. There was a big rock under the hillside, and the sharp cut surface on it opened his artery. I crawled over and wanted to I wanted to save him, but the blood flowed too fast, no matter how hard I pressed his blood vessels, the blood just flowed out like a fountain." Mo Jiaxin's eyes were red , "I want to say to myself that he deserved what he deserved, but I really can't do it. If he didn't come to save me, he wouldn't die. If he wasn't my dad, he wouldn't die."

Dialect crawled over to hug her, Mo Jiaxin pushed her away and said: "I hugged him and called Dad, hold on, I heard him say in my ear, don't say it, let everything pass. I really I heard it. Although many people told me that the carotid artery was broken and I couldn't speak, I really heard it. I heard it." Mo Jiaxin held Fang Yan back and looked into her eyes: "Dialect, you say Did I really hear it? Or did I dream it. Did I really hear it?"

Dialect didn't know how to answer, so he just hugged her and patted her on the back: "It's all over, over. I'm here. Your favorite me is here."

Mo Jiaxin put her head on Fang Yan's shoulder, "Fang Yan, there is no past, because of his last words, I can only let everything be buried, Zhao Liqiang is still there, and I have become their accomplice. I know my mother was killed Murdered, and I'm going to do everything I can to cover it up. Because he died for me. You know? I owe him."

Dialect felt Mo Jiaxin's trembling body, "Jiaxin, Jiaxin, I'm here, I'm fine."

There was a loud knock on the door, and Fang Yan's mother yelled loudly outside the door: "Fang Yan! Dialect! Are you in there? Come out!" The knock on the door turned into a burst of kicks. , Fang Yan looked in the direction of the door in a panic.

"Dialect! Don't be ignorant, let your mother be anxious, come out!" Fang Yan's father also used the door to practice iron sand palm.

Mo Jiaxin pushed away the dialect, "Go back, my temple is too small to be demolished." Mo Jiaxin stood up, turned her face back to the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

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