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Cheng Luxue was still wearing the gray dove purple dress, with a thin cashmere blanket draped across her shoulders.

Her hair was a little messy, and her face, hands, and fair neck were all wiped clean.Only the large swamp marks on the skirt are always a reminder of the indelible yesterday.

She was tired, and her calm eyes wandered through this windowless room, seeing the blue sky, white clouds, scorching sun, birds?Or the chirping sparrows on the telegraph poles, or the naughty boys running past in front of the canteen, or the elderly couples walking hand in hand in front of the park, or every ordinary and vivid stream of water for a long time...

"Miss Cheng." Pei Zheng seemed to wake her up.

She turned her face, elegant and noble.

She can't get away from this temperament, it's part of her.Even in her darkest hour, she couldn't get away from herself.

Don't think this is a good thing.

It's really, really heart-wrenching.

"Miss Cheng, I have to confirm with you again." Pei Zheng said with a sigh.

"Thank you, Captain Pei. I killed the man, and the motive is that I hate him." Cheng Luxue was not in a hurry, she had put everything down.

"Shi Yuanying has confessed. Miss Cheng, if this is really manslaughter, we will figure it out." Lu Haixiao looked at Cheng Luxue's reaction.

Cheng Luxue smiled gently: "Shi Yuanying can't prove what she said, so-called manslaughter, can she?"

Just as Lu Haixiao was about to speak, Pei Zheng stopped him and said patiently: "Miss Cheng, we have brought the copper faucet from the wine cellar for comparison. The wedge-shaped cut at the end of the straight pipe is very sharp. Preliminary The judgment is that it is in line with Mr. Hua's fatal injury to the skull."

Cheng Luxue did not speak.

Lu Haixiao couldn't bear it, but continued to follow Pei Zheng's meaning: "Miss Cheng, your husband's wound is above the front of the skull... Your husband is not a thin and short man. It is very clear that they are very different from Mr. Hua. The physique is also very different. If the two are not in the prone or side lying position, or one side is standing and the other is squatting, it is hard to imagine the possibility of the woman directly attacking from the front. It doesn't make sense from the depth of the wound. Of course, more information is needed for a more rigorous simulation of the scene....Miss Cheng, all the employees in your villa are currently in our bureau, explaining, or supplementing. I can Let me tell you directly, many people still clearly remember that on the night of No.16, Shi Yuanying and your husband had a great conversation at the wine table. Some of their actions seemed to be too intimate, even intimate , which made many employees look sideways. 'Side look', this is the exact words of many people."

"That's enough. I don't want to know about these things." Cheng Luxue interrupted Lu Haitsun's psychological offensive awe-inspiringly, with an undisguised look of disgust on his face.

"Miss Cheng, we would like to ask about your relationship with Shi Yuanying." Pei Zheng answered gently, refusing to let go.

"We're friends."

"Could it be more conclusive and detailed?" Pei Zheng asked again.

Cheng Luxue frowned lightly, hoping to settle everything as soon as possible: "We are classmates in middle school. We were in the same class for three years in junior high school. In high school, I was admitted to the Municipal No. [-] Middle School and left my hometown. I went to university. Hongkong."

"When did you meet again?" Pei Zhengdao.

"Two years ago, she came to this city to work." Cheng Luxue said briefly.

Lu Haitsun had lost his patience, and the opportunity given to Cheng Luxue was over.

Lu Haixiao stood up, Pei Zheng looked at him, and Lu Haixiao said to Zheng Xia, who was standing in the corner of the interrogation room, leaning against the wall with her arms folded, "Director Zheng, let's talk about it."

Cheng Luxue stared at Zheng Xia with clear and gentle eyes, calm and fearless.

Zheng Xia sighed, and said after a while: "Miss Cheng, no matter what your relationship with Shi Yuanying is, I don't think you know her very well... Shi Yuanying's prenatal inspection report has come out. Wang Likun cooperated with the investigation, and people also I went to the hospital. The child is indeed Wang Likun's. But the time of pregnancy does not match what Shi Yuanying said..."

Cheng Luxue's eyes moved, and she read slowly: "What do you mean... can't match?..."

Zheng Xia had no choice but to break through the answer in Cheng Luxue's mind: "Miss Cheng, Shi Yuanying lied to you. On the day Hua Ao died, she begged you to say that she was pregnant and asked you to help her. In fact, she was not pregnant at that time. .”

After Cheng Luxue finished listening, her eyes lightly dropped to the ground.

"It's October now, and the fetus has not yet formed. It's only eight to nine weeks old." Zheng Xia added.

Cheng Luxue's long eyelashes trembled, she closed her eyes, and there was a cool smile on the corner of her mouth.

"...It should have ended long ago." She said: "A long time ago, it should have ended long ago..."

If you could break open my chest and see my heart.The heart is still beating where it should be, but every time it beats, blood oozes out.

I cried bitterly in my heart, until Cheng Luxue walked out of the interrogation room, I could hear myself crying and calling for her.

Later, I asked Cheng Luxue's father, the editor-in-chief of "Business Weekly", the person in charge of "Dongsheng Daily", the accountants, cashiers, shareholders, salesmen, clerks, gatekeepers of Aoxue Industrial... all kinds of people Relevant people come in and out, telling others and themselves.

I didn't want to listen anymore, my heart was full of blood, and I stood behind the one-way glass like a walking dead.

Many years later, I can still retell the story word for word.

But I only speak to myself.

A small northern town under the snow-capped mountains.

Everything is gray.

Even before nightfall, the streets and houses are all gray.

There are no colorful and colorful flowers, only gray and white reeds by the river.

Then why did I choose to open a flower shop...

In the fifth grade of elementary school, my mother passed away.

It may be the lingering coal flakes in the air, it may be the frosty cold days, it may be the busyness of the supporting education school... In short, my mother who was born in the south passed away on an ordinary day of socializing in autumn and winter.

Children can be cruel sometimes.They tore the wings of butterflies, tore off the thighs of grasshoppers, and burned unknown worms to death in plastic bottles...

From the fifth grade until the day of the college entrance examination, the small town campus was also icy, cruelly cold.

Beautiful and slender, she was always dwarfed by others and therefore out of place.

I can only study hard.

Fortunately, my father stayed at home silently. He worked in the power plant all year round.Every Saturday, put her on the bicycle faucet and send her to the provincial capital for cello lessons.In the back seat of the car is a cello.An inconvenient instrument.Her mother likes it.

After coming out of the music teacher's house, my father would order two stir-fried dishes at a small restaurant facing the street, one vegetarian and one meat, which hadn't changed for many years.After the father and daughter finished eating, they went home under the cover of night.

This southern man did not continue his life, but he drank more and more wine, and it became stronger and stronger.

High school is a nightmare for many people.

She also has many things she can't escape.Boys pursue her, girls envy her.

I was cut on the cheek with a knife that day, was it the last straw?

My father's factory urgently called the school, and the hepatitis relapsed. It has been closed for more than half a month, so I hurried home to have a look.

At dusk on the third day of high school, in the empty dormitory, she got up and stood on the window sill.

"Xiaoxue! It's so dark, why don't you turn on the light!——" Shi Yuanying pushed the door open, and slipped into the school to find her.

After turning on the light, Shi Yuanying took a few steps and pulled her down the window sill.

"What are you looking at! How dangerous! - What fell?" Shi Yuanying threw the bought box lunch for two on the table, leaned over the window, and leaned over to look down the tall sixth floor.

"Nothing." She smiled, covered the scars on her face with her long hair, and said, "What did you buy?..."

Shi Yuanying couldn't help laughing: "Of course it's old man Hu's fried rice!...Hey! Tell you! I got a raise today, I'm old man Hu's wife, and I added a chicken leg to each of us!"

Shi Yuanying didn't go to high school until the second year of high school. In her own words, forget it, it's not a good school, and it's not a material for studying, so she definitely won't be able to get into college.There was more than one child in the family, Shi Yuanying, who saw it away, entrusted his uncle's relationship, and came to a state-owned hardware factory in the provincial capital to work as a clerk.A teenage child, holding an iron rice bowl, can't be said to be so moist, but it is stable and reassuring.

For Shi Yuanying, her school days ended a long time ago. At that time, Shi Yuanying was still a pretty strong girl, completely different from the slender and slim girl she is now.She developed early and was taller than her peers. Her mantra since she was a child was: "You are not allowed to bully Cheng Luxue!—"

Full scholarship for mainland students.

On the day of the long trip, Shi Yuanying saw off at the platform at [-]:[-] in the morning.

The cello is both heavy and light.

"Will it be too expensive to call? You have to write to me, write longer, write more!——" Shi Yuanying waved desperately in the direction of the train.

She wrote one after another, and the replies gradually decreased.

Later, she always received rejection letters. She asked her father, and his father said that many factories had closed down.

Contact was cut off.

After all, when people live separately in different environments, it is difficult to connect together for a long time.

In my third year, my father was diagnosed with liver cancer.

Di Qiu was so anxious that he couldn't help it, and said, I don't want the copyright of these songs, let's buy them out.

She disagreed and insisted that Di Qiu had to sing these few songs for himself.

It was Di Qiu's first album, which included three famous songs, and it was a few months later.

The operation fee was funded by Hua Ao.

Hua Ao had just graduated from graduate school at that time, and was teaching as a substitute in the school, teaching with all his might.

During the day, I have to attend classes for five or six hours. In addition to lesson preparation, tutoring, homework correction, and invigilation, I also take on several overtime projects from the tutor.

It's all about the money.

A lot of money.

She mortgaged the house in her hometown, which was not enough.

Money can save lives, but Hua Ao made people look like humans, and ghosts didn't look like ghosts, all because of her.

On the day of the operation, my father took her hand and said, if I didn't miss you, I would have gone with your mother.I'm sorry for dragging you down now.When you grow up, Dad wants you to marry well.You think about Hua Ao, okay?He is honest and kind to you.If you can't get off the operating table this time, knowing that you are taken care of, you can close your eyes with peace of mind.

At that time, she was not familiar with Hua Ao, but she only knew that there was such a senior in the finance department with all A grades in academics. When he stayed in the school to work, a big-character poster with a red background was posted at the entrance of the business school to announce his name and resume.

Before and after the operation, Hua Ao took all his annual leave, sick leave and personal leave, and his son waited on him in the hospital.

Di Qiu said that it was unbelievable and very admirable. I took YOU!

They were married when she graduated from college.The wedding was held once in Hong Kong, and again in Hua'ao's hometown in the Mainland.

Hua Ao was confessed by his brother.On the day when I took the bride back to the fishing port, my elder brother and his wife were on the small pier, smiling from ear to ear.

If you ask her: "Do you love him?"

She would reply, "He was a good husband."

For many years to come, she kept saying the same thing.

Can you define this marriage like this...

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