On One Hundred Ways of Breaking the Bends

Qiu Feng took Lin Yi away from his parents' house, and he couldn't help hugging Lin Yi as soon as he got in the car.

"Glasses..." Qiu Feng buried his head in Lin Yi's neck, muttering his name.

Lin Yi put his arms around his shoulders, and patted him carelessly a few times, "It's okay, it's okay."

Although Lin Yi didn't say anything, Qiu Feng still said sorry.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, no, I, I..." Qiu Feng was at a loss for words for a while, and didn't know what to say.Lin Yi stroked his back a few times, comforting him and said: "I understand, I know. It's really nothing, it's us instead, we have to think about it."

"What are you thinking about? I like you and you like me. It's only natural to do what you do." Qiu Feng got up from Lin Yi's shoulder and said righteously.

Lin Yi stretched out his hand and slapped him softly, "Although that's what I said... But after all, there are not only the two of us in this world. So..."

"So what?" Qiu Feng grabbed Lin Yi's hand and forced him to look at him.

Lin Yi tugged and didn't pull it away, so he stopped struggling. "So... let's get to work! Great... Ugh!"

Qiu Feng sealed his mouth with his lips and talked to him with his lips.Language is scarce at the moment.

Qiu Feng took Lin Yi home, Lin Yiyi took off his coat and went to the kitchen.Qiu Feng looked up at him, changed his shoes and walked over unhurriedly, seeing him busy up and down in the kitchen, Qiu Feng asked, "What are you doing, glasses?"

Lin Yi beat a few eggs, picked up the chopsticks and quickly stirred them a few times, then turned on the fire and said, "Cook, after you finish reading the diary, you must go out and run around. In order not to be hungry at night, I decided to eat again." Meal!"

Qiu Feng smiled and scratched his eyebrows

"Hey, give me two too."

"Okay, you go out. There is a lot of oily smoke, and I have to wash your dirty clothes for you, go out quickly."

Qiu Feng went out obediently and closed the kitchen door by the way.

He went back to the living room and sat on the sofa, and put the coffee table on it.He took the award glass frame and counted five frames in total. He carefully picked up one, turned it over and pushed the back cover away, and took off the back cover. Several pieces of light purple paper appeared in front of his eyes. It can be seen that the paper is torn from the diary used more than ten years ago, and there are small cartoon animals drawn on the bottom corner of the paper.

He picked up one sheet and felt that the paper had become oxidized and thinned. Then he opened the rest of the glass frames and took out the paper. After typing, there were 25 sheets in total. Each sheet had a date at the beginning. He gave the paper according to the date. The papers were sorted, and then it was reading. He took two deep breaths, exhaled slowly, got up and ran around the coffee table twice, and then sat down and picked up the papers to read.

My sister Juanxiu's small characters have always been beautiful. I remember that when I was a child, I just learned to write, and every day I went to my sister with the big drawn characters to show off my characters.But my sister just smiled, put down the pen in her hand and hugged herself to her knees, put the warm pen into her hand, and then held her hand to draw on the calligraphy.The scent of shampoo enveloped him from behind, and the long black hair brushed his cheeks, leaving a series of laughter, and the sun was always particularly bright at that time.

The diary begins in December 1997, which was the winter solstice.

Today is the winter solstice. I didn't know until Xiaoan told me when get out of class was over.The days go by so fast that I don't even have time to count them, but fortunately she remembers them.I don't know if Xiaofeng has made his mother angry if he is good at home.Ann said that during the winter solstice, you have to eat specific food. I asked her what it was, and she said that the south eats dumplings and the north eats noodles.It seems that there is such a saying, but when she wanted to eat dumplings last year, she said that she ate noodles in the south and dumplings in the north.

Qiu Feng held the diary and smiled impudently. He didn't expect Angel to have such a mischievous side.

1997 12 Month 18 Day.

Today is really bad. The teacher talked to me in the morning and said that the competition might have to be postponed. I have been preparing for half a year and didn't even give myself a vacation.But now they tell me to postpone it. I can't describe my current mood. I have put all my energy into preparing for this dance, but now I have to spend more time waiting to go on stage.

Don't know whose problem it is, I just want to dance!I met Ann in the dance studio and complained to her a few words. She comforted me that it was good, but when I came back, I saw something my mother gave me in the dormitory. God, I don’t know if she saw us!Forget it, leave her alone, there are too many things to be angry about.

After reading this, Qiu Feng couldn't help recalling the scene at that time, the gentle hug in the dance studio, but the mother's face appeared at the back door, rubbing her chest, luckily it wasn't me.However, it seemed that the relationship between the two of them had just been found out by his mother at this time, and he turned another page to read, and the diary that followed became more and more thrilling, and he could feel that her last few months were not happy.

December 1997, 1.

Today we two had a big fight, I don't know why we quarreled, maybe it was because she kissed Xiao Min at the damn party.I knew it was just a game, but I was very angry, like a stone was pressing on my heart, and I couldn't breathe.What's wrong with me?

1998 1 Month 17 Day.

There will be a competition the day after tomorrow, come on girl, you can go home after the competition.She will go home too.

1998 1 Month 18 Day.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!

Qiu Feng hurriedly turned to the next page, but instead of the expected result, there was a whole page of ancient poems transcribed.There is only one line of ancient poem in the whole text. What surprised Qiu Feng the most was the words. The handwriting cannot be said to be scribbled, and it can even be said that each stroke is carefully written, but it vaguely reveals uncertain thoughts.

The strokes are flying up and down, but there are pauses and turns, and every node has what it should have.What is my sister thinking?Qiu Feng picked up this page, and carefully read that line of an ancient poem: It's useless to be straight and lovesick, but it's okay to be melancholy and insane.

Qiu Feng's understanding of ancient poetry is only within the scope of Chinese textbooks, so he needs to ask Du Niang about the meaning of this sentence.He took out his phone and checked it.As soon as the page was opened, a phone call came in. It was from Team Wang. Qiu Feng answered, "Hello."

She fell to the ground, her head hit the floor, her throat seemed to be cut off, making it impossible for her to call for help. In the deathly silent hall, only the sound of blood gurgling could be heard, and her chest was filled with a warm and wet feeling. Slowly, the cold ground began to heat up and melt, becoming as soft as a sponge.At this moment, she seemed to see the stars.

Name: Wang Bhutan

Age: 32

Occupation: Painter Accused

On the evening of March 20, 3XX, in a suburban villa, he killed his wife Bai Kou with a fruit knife from his kitchen, and was sentenced to death with a two-year suspension of execution.

Dang bang bang bang.With the sound of heavy shackles, the door of the interrogation room was opened.