The person you like is my boyfriend

The bag in Yu Ziqing's hand fell to the ground with a "slap".

The water in the bag dripped dry.

The fish lost its water, opened its mouth wide to breathe desperately, and finally hopped weakly twice and stopped moving.

It wasn't until nearly a minute had passed, or maybe even longer, that Yu Ziqing realized clearly that Bai Hui was dead.

It was difficult for him to describe the feeling at that moment, he just felt that he really felt the pain of thousands of arrows piercing his heart, until the end of the pain, he was even numb and unconscious.

He is like a person who hasn't slept for many days. He used to rely on his strong willpower to hold on, but now his willpower has also been destroyed, and he just wants to fall down regardless.

His eye sockets were stretched hard, his eyes were dry and sore, he didn't cry out loud, he didn't get hysterical.

He could not shed a single tear.

Yu Ziqing was so calm that he seemed to have no feelings for the person in front of him.

Gradually someone in the crowd recognized him as Bai Hui's son, and everyone stepped aside silently, watching him from a distance.

Words of sympathy poured into Yu Ziqing's ears word by word.

Yu Ziqing didn't know how long he had stood there looking at Bai Hui's cold body, for so long that a neighbor came to comfort him, but he refused to move his eyes away, as if he wanted to deeply impress this scene. In my heart, don't forget it in this life.

There are more and more people watching, and the police have begun to pull the cordon.

A policeman came over and asked Yu Ziqing's identity, saying that he needed his cooperation to go to the police station to make a statement.

It took Yu Ziqing a long time to say "Yes", but his voice was dry and his movements were slow.

After a long while, he looked down at the dying fish on the ground again, and looked up at the policeman calmly, "But I have to go upstairs first and put down the fish I bought."

The policeman was stunned and looked at him with a look of reluctance. He moved his mouth to try to comfort him, but Yu Ziqing had already bent down and caught the fish on the ground.

Holding the flopping fish in his arms, he turned his head to look at Bai Hui lying on the ground, and finally slowly moved his eyes away.

He took a step forward, slowly and step by step through the crowd.

As the scene of the crime, the home has also been cordoned off, and two police officers are investigating and taking records in the room.

Yu Ziqing went straight to the kitchen with the fish in his hands, threw the fish into Baihui's porcelain basin, then put the porcelain basin under the faucet, turned on the switch, and poured water into it.

The rapidly rising water level in the porcelain basin revived the fish that had been struggling to death. It sucked two mouthfuls of water vigorously, swung its sides a few times, straightened its body and wagged its tail, as if it suddenly regained energy .

Yu Ziqing put his wet hands on both sides of the porcelain basin and looked at it for a while, and finally twitched the corners of his mouth and muttered: "Wouldn't it be possible to survive this way..."

When he processed the fish and went out, he inevitably passed the dining table.

On the dining table is a table full of dishes.

Large and small plates were placed next to each other, and some were even steaming.

Bai Hui seems to have been carefully arranged.

Yu Ziqing couldn't help but looked back at the porcelain basin by the pool, thinking a bit self-deprecatingly: Bai Hui never planned to let herself eat this fish from the beginning.

The policeman was still waiting at the door, Yu Ziqing sniffed and walked out.

……

That night, Yu Ziqing stayed very late at the police station.

He sat in the small inquiry room of the Public Security Bureau, listening to the police explain the incident to him in detail.

Preliminary forensic identification basically determined that Bai Hui committed suicide.

The police quickly went through the procedures that should be followed.

Today is New Year's Eve, but because of Bai Hui's death, they have to be dragged to work overtime collectively.

On the way, other people came in with dumplings. Seeing that Yu Ziqing was young, the policeman looked at him very unbearably, and asked him if he was hungry or if he wanted something to eat.

Yu Ziqing seemed to take a while to digest his words, shook his head and said, "Thank you, no need".

The police did not try to persuade him anymore, but only asked him to express his condolences.

Yu Ziqing signed his name many times that day, on various documents and forms, large and small.

On those pale papers, his and Bai Hui's names appeared at the same time.

He was thinking wildly in his mind: Bai Hui has been silent all her life, and the day of her death feels a little more present than when she was alive.

A person's life is often unknown in the world, but her birth and death are never ignored.

When she was born, she had the blessings of her parents and friends, and when she died, at least she was accompanied by these complicated procedures and files.

From a certain point of view, no matter what kind of person, these two things are fair and consistent.

After all, no one will come alone and leave alone.

Some people at most get a few more tears or a few words of condolences sprinkled on him by others.

At the end of signing the name, Yu Ziqing's hands trembled a little.

When I got home, it was almost midnight.

Unlike the bustle in the afternoon, the streets are now empty, and most people are already sitting around with their families, waiting for the arrival of the new year.

From the police station to home, it means the distance is not close or far, Yu Ziqing didn't take a taxi, just walked back step by step.

When he got downstairs, he took another look at the place where Bai Hui fell to death. The body had been dragged away. It was very dark and he couldn't see anything clearly, but he knew that there should be a bloodstain there.

Although someone came here to wash the ground, after all, they jumped from such a high place, and the colors dyed with their lives will stay there for a while.

Yu Ziqing suddenly realized that Bai Hui was quite scary. When she was alive, she humbled herself in her shell as if she didn't want anything, but when she died, she chose such a shocking way, so that everyone from here People who have passed by, seen, or heard of her are terrified when they think of her.

He thought to himself mockingly, he had vowed before that he would not be like Bai Hui at all, but now he found that the ruthlessness of killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred was very much like her.

Yu Ziqing walked upstairs slowly, the lights in the corridor were already out, but he was so familiar with every step here, so familiar that he didn't even need to lower his head to look, but use his feet to test it.

He took out the key and opened the door, stood at the door and looked at the dark room for a while, then reached out and turned on the light.

The soft light immediately illuminated the room, except for one person missing, it seemed that there was no difference from before.

When Yu Ziqing changed into his slippers and walked into the living room, the clock on the wall pointed to zero:[-].

There was a burst of firecrackers crackling outside the window, and colorful fireworks flew up in the dark sky.

One piece after another, they flew high and disappeared quickly.

The world that had been silent for too long suddenly began to become colorful, and it seemed that the blessings that everyone had held back for a year would have the best effect if they had to say it in this one minute.

He heard shouts of "Chinese New Year", "Happy New Year" and so on from a distance... Those voices came and went, even the tone of voice was rising, carrying all the expectations of a person for the coming year.

At this moment, Yu Ziqing was extremely thankful for Baihui's indifference in the past 20 years. He had never gained hope on New Year's Eve, and today it just made things worse.

He just felt sorry for the table of New Year's Eve dinner, which was still placed on the table exactly.

He sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and lowered his head to eat the dishes.

The thing tasted like chewing gum in his mouth, he thought, Bai Hui really hated him, she never had such thoughts when she was alive, but she didn't want to give him a fulfillment when she had such thoughts on the day of death.

Yu Ziqing had no appetite at all, but he insisted on stuffing the food into his mouth mouthful by mouthful. In the end, his eyes were red and he couldn't help retching.

When he ran to the bathroom and hugged the toilet and vomited it all out, he was already crying and full of tears.

It was past midnight when Lu Fang received the news.

In the past few days during the Chinese New Year, he went back to the Lu family's old house. He had just taken a shower and lay down when Liang Chuan called.

He only heard the phrase "Bai Hui committed suicide by jumping off the building" and his temples jumped up. Before Liang Chuan could finish speaking, he got up and began to pack his luggage.

When he went downstairs with his luggage, Lu Zhen and Miao Kezhen hadn't rested yet. Lu Zhen always had the habit of watching the year, and Miao Kezhen always accompanied him.

At that moment, the two of them looked at him with surprise when they saw him coming downstairs hurriedly dressed.

Miao Kezhen came up to ask what happened, Lu Fang frowned, did not explain in detail, only said that he would go to Wusu overnight.

When Miao Kezhen heard the word "Wusu", he stopped asking.

She and Lu Zhen have heard about Lu Fang and the little boy more or less. She didn't ask whether Lu Fang was true or not, but she knew that Lu Fang's temper could never be stopped. .

Lu Zhen's expression was not good, but he didn't say anything after all.

……

It was already four o'clock in the morning when the plane landed at Wusu Airport.

Because it was the first day of the new year, there were very few people at the airport.

Liang Chuan followed Lu Fang out of the airport hall, ran to the side of the road and stopped a taxi, and drove directly in the direction of Yu Ziqing's house.

It was clearly the deep winter, but when the two of them arrived, they were both hot and sweaty. Lu Fang kept a calm face and said nothing. Liang Chuan watched as Lu Fang took off his coat and put it on his arm, and walked quickly. Entered the narrow unit building.

Standing in front of Yu Ziqing's house, Lu Fang directly reached out and knocked on the door, even ignoring all the politeness, and slammed the door loudly.

But there was no response from the house.

The word "suicide" crossed Lu Fang's heart, and every second that passed, his heart was roasted for a moment.

He shouted Yu Ziqing's name, but the other party didn't answer him at all.

The anti-theft door cannot be kicked open with external force. Lu Fang almost went crazy and yelled at Liang Chuan to find someone to pick the lock open. People have to pick the door lock when they get up from the bed.

Liang Chuan frowned tightly, turned his head and ran downstairs in response.

——He knew what Lu Fang was afraid of.

In the early morning of the first day of junior high school, before dawn, Liang Chuan returned with a master lockpicker in less than half an hour.

The experienced master knew at a glance that the anti-theft door of Yu Ziqing's house was an old style many years ago, and it was not so strict and complicated. This can be said to be a blessing in misfortune.

The master unlocker felt Lu Fang's unbearable anger and the low air pressure. On the way, he also heard Liang's rumor that this was a matter of life and death, so he didn't dare to delay for a moment. Facing the dark keyhole, he moved quickly, and soon there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

When the door lock was finally opened with a "click", Lu Fang, like a leopard ready to go, pushed the door hard and rushed in.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

With a flustered expression on his face, his eyes flicked across the living room, and finally he turned his head to look at the closed bedroom door next to the living room.

As if there was some kind of telepathy, he ran a few steps forward and pushed open the door——

Yu Ziqing was indeed lying on the bed in this room.

The curtains were drawn in the room, and nothing could be seen clearly.

He just lay there motionless.

Lu Fang took a deep breath, and there was almost no time for timidity. He suppressed his beating heart and rushed over, and touched Yu Ziqing's face with his hand without hesitation.

At the moment when he felt Yu Ziqing's hot breath, the knife that Lu Xinxin had been hanging over his head was finally slowly put down. He seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body, and he sat down on the ground without any image.