The love I killed is back

Gan Ling is a single mother who runs a 24-hour convenience store with her son. She lives a peaceful and warm life. As usual, she cooks meals at home and packs them up to go to the store. Suddenly, there are dark clouds and big raindrops on the way. Quickly drips onto the ground.

Gan Ling didn't bring an umbrella. Faced with the heavy rain, she could only trot to shelter from the rain under a store that hadn't opened yet. Many passers-by covered their heads with bags or palms and ran quickly. There are only motorcycles speeding past occasionally on the street.

"The weather forecast is never accurate." Gan Ling looked at the sky and complained. There were also pedestrians sheltering from the rain around her. Although they were gathered under the same roof at this time, no one communicated with each other. , but took out his mobile phone to pass the time.

Gan Ling is middle-aged, and the mobile phone is only used for making calls to her. She has nothing to do to observe everyone, and finally turns her attention to a man squatting on the ground.The man was soaked all over his body, his short brown hair was hanging on his forehead, and water droplets could be seen dripping on his face along the hair, his shirt was stuck to his body because of the wetness, the man kept looking into the distance and did nothing , Gan Ling guessed that the other party was probably in a daze.

Generally speaking, no one would care about such an embarrassing drowned chicken, or even avoid it.

But what if the drowned chicken is really good looking?

Gan Ling saw three girls in girls' high school uniforms talking in a low voice, and their eyes were always on the brown-haired man. Finally, a girl suddenly ran out of the eaves. After a while, she held an umbrella, Stepping back on the water, she ignored the friend who called her, walked straight to the brown-haired man, and handed over the umbrella in his hand.

"Here's an umbrella," the woman was soaking wet, her fingers holding the umbrella turned white, and her body trembled slightly from the cold wind, her eyes looked at the brown-haired man with a trace of expectation, she was afraid The brown-haired man didn't accept it and even added a very bad excuse: "It's an extra umbrella."

There is a lyric that goes like this: the most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the eaves that once hid the rain with you.Gan Ling thinks it is very suitable for this scene. It would be even better without their group of onlookers. She glanced at the dissatisfied expressions of the other two female high school students and shook her head slightly. The friendship between girls is like crystal Pretty and fragile.

Gan Ling began to integrate the scene in front of her into the [-] o'clock love theater she usually watched. The brown-haired man would smile and take the woman's umbrella. The brown-haired man rejected the high school girl's umbrella, and she could even hear the girl's unbelievable questioning.

"Why did you refuse?"

Gan Ling also didn't know why a man could refuse the kindness of a young and beautiful female high school student on this rainy day.

But the brown-haired man didn't explain much, he just shook his head stubbornly and said, "I don't need an umbrella."

In the end, the female high school student's eyes were red, and she gave the umbrella to her other two friends, and they left the roof together.

The rain started to lighten. Gan Ling had already called her son and told her not to come to pick her up. Many passers-by took advantage of the rain to leave. Only the brown-haired man kept his posture and looked into the distance.

Gan Ling was supposed to leave too, but maybe the brown-haired man looked about the same age as her son, or maybe it was because his expression was so hollow and confused, she stepped forward and reminded: "The rain is much lighter, you should take advantage of it now." left."

The brown-haired man looked up at her, his lips moved, his voice was very low but she still heard it.

"I have nowhere to go."

"What about your home?" Gan Ling regretted it when she blurted it out. As a stranger, she shouldn't ask such a sensitive question. Just when she felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave, the brown-haired man's words successfully stunned her .

"I have no home."

This is not the first time Gan Ling heard this sentence. Her husband cheated on her many years ago. After the divorce was agreed, she walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau and fell into a confusion holding the son whom the court ordered her to raise. At that time, his son's words woke her up.

"Mom, do I have no home?"

At that time, she told herself to cheer up, raise her son, and not rely on a man to give her son a real home.

The brown-haired man in front of her seemed to overlap with her son back then. Gan Ling took a deep breath and finally made a decision. She stepped forward and asked, "If you have nowhere to go, why don't you come with me."

The brown-haired man looked at her suspiciously, and Gan Ling suddenly realized how misleading this sentence was, and immediately added: "I am the owner of a convenience store, and I just need an employee, with food and housing included, and the salary is 2000. are you willing?"

The brown-haired man seemed to think for a while, and asked, "Is food and shelter included?"

Gan Ling nodded quickly, she didn't know why she was a little nervous: "Food and lodging are included!"

"Okay, I am willing." The brown-haired man finally showed his first smile, as if the sun finally drove away the haze.

And by this time the rain had stopped.

Gan Ling also breathed a sigh of relief. She watched the brown-haired man stand up and asked, "You can call me Aunt Gan. What's your name?"

Brown-haired man: "My name is Mo Wenliang."

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Jin Yan came to Jin Xun's house, sat down and asked casually, "Brother, why isn't Brother Jiang here?"

Sitting on the opposite sofa, Jin Xun poured red liquid into the cup and pushed it in front of Jin Yan before replying, "He's going to the next room to write, and what's more, our next topic is not suitable for him to hear."

"What is this?" When Jin Yan saw the cup of red liquid, he thought of the man who died in the bathtub, and frowned, but he picked it up and took a sip. The sweet and sour taste made his frown deepen: "Tomato juice?"

Jin Xun was shaking the wine glass in his hand. He took a sip of the red wine, ignoring the hot gaze from the other side, and said solemnly: "Well, tomato juice can supplement vitamins."

Jin Yan almost believed his evil: "Brother, I want to drink too."

"Don't drink while driving, don't drive while drinking." Jin Xun blocked him back with a single sentence.

After a few casual chats, Jin Yan started to get down to business: "Brother, what I mentioned on the phone is serious."

Back then, Jin Xun was admitted to that mental hospital to treat people with high positions or noble status. The attending doctor there was named Xun Ye, who was also the director of that hospital. In Jin Yan's view, Jin Xun's recovery is enough now. It proved that this person has excellent medical skills, and Mo Wenliang's situation can definitely be cured by the other party.

Jin Xun looked calm, and he tapped the armrest of the sofa intentionally or unintentionally: "It's easy to ask Xun Ye to come out, as long as a large amount of money is enough, but Wen Liang's situation has reached this level? I saw him a few days ago and he was quite normal .”

"Brother, counting nine years ago, he has killed me twice." Jin Yan's tone was calm, and he didn't feel that what he said was so weird.

But Jin Xun understood, and he asked with interest: "When is the second time?"

Jin Yan: "Just now, he killed someone and ran away. After I called you, I cleaned up the body first, cleaned the bathroom, took a shower, and changed clothes before coming to your place."

"By the way, that corpse looks exactly like me, which makes me sick."

After hearing this, Jin Xun blinked, and his thin lips curled up: "Do you feel sick because you seem to see yourself ugly after death, or because Wen Liang actually killed that person as if you were you?"

Jin Yan felt stabbed in his heart. Jin Xun was right. He was not afraid of death. His so-called nausea was more about anger and pain. Angry that Mo Wenliang lied to him, the pain Mo Wenliang turned out to be the same as nine years ago Kill him again.

Is the other party really crazy, or does he think he is an immortal monster?

Jin Xun saw that Jin Yan fell into silence, and didn't expect the other party's answer. He just smiled and said: "The same person? It seems that they can't bear it anymore. Are you worried about your family's accident?"

"How could it be?" Jin Yan smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, but this smile was not very warm, "I have never held him in my hand like a delicate flower."

Now that he got Jin Xun's reply, Jin Yan got up and planned to leave, but he had just taken two steps, as if he had thought of something, he turned his head and picked up the red wine before walking towards the door.

Jin Xun raised his eyebrows: "Don't drink and drive..."

Jin Yan waved his hand: "I'll take it home to drink with that old antique. As for Wenliang, brother, help me take care of it, at least don't let me go to prison to catch him after I come back."

Jin Xun looked at Jin Yan for a while, then bent his lips: "If you let me put something in the red wine, I can consider it."

Jin Yan resolutely refused: "That won't work, Old Antique hasn't announced that I'm the heir of the family yet."

The two looked at each other for a while, then suddenly smiled at each other.

Jin Yan raised the red wine bottle and made a gesture of toasting: "Brother, I wish you and Brother Jiang happiness."

Jin Xun maintained a proper smile and said, "I also hope you can be happy."

"Me? Impossible," Jin Yan's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray. The pain from the scorching flames in the fire nine years ago has not faded away, and time has healed the wound on his skin. The inside has long been rotten, "One day I really die in his hands, maybe I will feel a little bit of happiness at that time."

Jin Xun mercilessly exposed his unrealistic fantasy: "That is liberation, not happiness."

"That's right, I look forward to the day when I can be free, whether it's him or me." Jin Yan said.