Prison Bird [GL Suspense Reasoning]

On the road, Meng Liuchen deliberately slowed down the speed of the car. When he was going to the racetrack before, he hoped that Qiao Yixia could tell him where Lu Xizhan might go, but now, as he was getting closer to her, Instead, he didn't know how to face her.Or in other words, I don't know how to comfort her with my clumsy words.

Of course he would never forget this city, it was in this city that he met his sister for the first time, the so-called father, mother and sister who were blood related to him.Meng Qianqian was not much different from what he had imagined, she looked pretty, but she was very savage, as if she was afraid that she would snatch her position as the little princess.

Back then, he was not particularly happy in Australia, but it was barely prosperous. His aunt would give him a lot of living expenses. He didn't have to go out to work, and he traveled around the mountains and rivers every day, decadent but not upset.Later, his aunt brought him back to the country, and the first person he asked him to meet was Helan Qiubai. Helan Qiubai told him a lot of preconceptions. For a while, he didn't know whether he should love or hate Lu Xizhan. As far as what happened ten years ago, Helan Qiubai is indeed worthy of sympathy.But when he saw Lu Xizhan for the first time, he realized that what had tormented him for so many years was not the regret caused by the lack of family affection, but a deep sense of guilt derived from his own life experience.

He was so unlucky in this life, maybe it was because he committed too many crimes in his previous life.Only by repaying all the debts owed in this life, will there be a chance for happiness in the next life.

By the time we reached the foot of the mountain, the sun was about to set.Holding the lunch box in his hand, he walked into the depths.

Before coming, Qiao Yixia gave him the key, so he walked straight into the fence and into the house.

The room was dark, the curtains were drawn tightly, and there was almost no light.The atmosphere was weird and gloomy, and he couldn't help but gasped.He fumbled to turn on the crystal chandelier, only to hear the man say, "Don't move."

Immediately afterwards, Meng Liuchen gradually got used to the light of the candle. He walked towards her and called out in a low voice, "Sister."

Her hair was loose, she was wearing a creamy white sweater, and a pair of dark black jeans underneath, as if she had been sitting for too long, and she stumbled when she got up.She squinted at him, and went straight to the Bogu shelf on the right side of the stairs.She skillfully took down a bottle of wine, the light was too dim, and Meng Liuchen couldn't tell whether it was red wine or beer.

I just heard her say: "Come here."

Meng Liuchen followed her to the bar in the kitchen, looked at the rising red liquid in the goblet in front of him, and pursed his lips lightly: "Sister, today is the winter solstice, I brought you dumplings."

She only hummed lightly: "accompany me for a drink."

He said that he was drinking with her, but other than that, she completely ignored his existence, didn't say a word, and poured herself wine glass by glass.After the red wine was exhausted, he went to get the white wine. The excessive alcohol content and burning taste of the white wine made Meng Liuchen drunk, let alone Lu Xizhan.

"Don't drink any more." He clenched his fists and looked at her with a frown.

But she ignored him at all and drank the wine on her own.He simply grabbed the glass directly, and with the sound of glass shattering, the liquid soaked the woolen carpet.She glared at him, but was not annoyed, and simply picked up the bottle and drank it.Meng Liuchen took a deep breath and threw the wine bottle far away.Lu Xizhan got up and wanted to go to Bogujia again.

Meng Liuchen raised his palm and hit her hard on the face, maybe it was unexpected, maybe it was because of alcoholism that made her dizzy, she took a few steps back, and then fell to the ground.

She seemed to wake up instantly, stood up slowly, and approached him step by step.There were sharp daggers hidden in those eyes, exuding a threatening cold light, exactly the same as when he first saw her.There was a red mark on her right cheek, and Meng Liuchen felt the pain in his heart when he saw it.Before she could speak, he slapped his own face several times.

"It was my fault to hit my sister. I apologize to you for these slaps. But I don't regret it."

Lu Xizhan sneered, her left eye was covered by messy hair, and there was a thick black shadow under her right eye, but even so, it could not weaken her innate kingly temperament in the slightest. Looking into his eyes, full of disdain and sarcasm: "Who do you think you are? Can you replace Lu Shuye by calling me sister?"

"Then look at what you look like now!" Meng Liuchen was not frightened by her in the slightest, instead he roared, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, "It is better to die than to live like this. Do you think I'm really afraid of you? For so long, the reason why I've been 'fearing' you is not because you are a lady from the Lu family, not because you are a professor respected by everyone, not because of how great you are, I I'm afraid of you because you are my sister and you are worthy of my care."

"It's not for you to teach me a lesson here."

"Then is there any Lu Shuye?" Meng Liuchen looked at her intently, and said sonorously, he stepped forward and pinched her shoulder, tears streaming down his face, "He has already ended his life for you, and this is how you repay her." His, you made his sacrifice meaningless."

She seemed to be in a daze, standing there in a daze, and he approached her step by step, holding her shoulder: "You don't need to do it for any of us, but for Lu Shuye, for He Lanqiu who has been a widow for ten years Bai, for them, please live a good life."

Her eyes were bright but lost, she took a few steps back, she seemed to be fully awake, she slowly squatted on the ground, hugging her head deeply in her arms.The candle burned out, and the whole room fell into a strange darkness again, but this time Meng Liuchen was no longer afraid.He closed his eyes and felt the appropriate darkness with his heart.

"I'm sorry for her."

He knelt down and stroked her hair with his hand: "Actually, sister-in-law also cares about you very much. Moreover, losing your elder brother will cause you no less pain than her."

"'As long as you're not happy, that's enough' she told me, but I couldn't do it."

"Then, what about Yixia..."

Speaking of Qiao Yixia, although it was only for a moment, Meng Liuchen still saw the tenderness in her eyes, which was mixed with indescribable love, which was fascinating.She raised her head and stared at the ceiling obsessively: "With her, I can't be unhappy. But with me, she will never be happy again."

Meng Liuchen had a sore nose and almost shed tears. He shook his head fiercely: "What are you talking about. Aren't you the smartest, youngest and most promising female doctor of the Lu family? Which female doctor will To say something so stupid..."

"If time could be turned back, I would not have returned to China."

"It is said that female doctors are hard-hearted. I have seen it today. How can you be such a big sister? If you don't return to China, how will you meet me? Who am I going to pester? So, why don't you come back?" He tried to make a joke, but when he said it, he realized that no matter how funny it was at the moment, it would only add to the sentimentality.

In Meng Liuchen's memory, they sat on the ground together for a long time that day, without speaking, just sitting like that.Compared with the older sister who was always domineering and aggressive, he found that this fragile and sad woman is her truest appearance.

"You go."

Meng Liuchen didn't hold back, nodded and stood up.He knew that even if the tiger was injured, he was still the king of beasts.He can't force her.He pointed to the dining table: "That was wrapped by her."

When he reached the door, he turned his head and glanced at her from a distance.

"She's not doing well, very badly."

Lu Xizhan got up from the ground, walked to the dining table, opened the lunch box, looked at the petite and delicate appearance of the dumplings, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.When I first taught her how to make dumplings, she always couldn't make them into shape, but now her skills are getting better and better.The dumplings were already cold, but Lu Xizhan didn't heat them up, for fear of losing her taste.One mouthful after another, she couldn't really taste anything, and because she drank too much wine just now, her stomach was churning violently.Qiao Yixia seemed to be afraid that she would not have enough to eat, so she cooked a lot for her, a lot.

Lu Xizhan covered her mouth to prevent herself from vomiting due to nausea.While her stomach was seriously overloaded, she still finished every dumpling she cooked.

Bean-sized teardrops rolled down into the dumpling soup, perhaps because it was too hot, adding a bit of warmth to the cold soup.Ten years ago, she never cried again in the accident ten years ago. For a long time, she even thought that nothing would make her cry anymore.After thousands of days and nights, what touched her heart again was a bowl of cold dumplings.

But, ten years, has it really been ten years?

For a week after that day, Qiao Yixia had a high fever, and Meng Liuchen and Lan Xuewu would take turns to take care of her when they had time.About eight days later, on that day, Qiao Yixia's body temperature, which was on the verge of subsiding the fever, rose to a high temperature of 40c, and she even started talking nonsense, and Meng Liuchen finally sent her unconscious to the hospital.

"Auntie, don't worry too much, sister will be fine." Lan Xuewu comforted Qiao's mother with her arms around her shoulders.

"I shouldn't have forced her."

"Uncle, it's not your fault, and I believe my sister won't blame you either."

Qiao Yihai sighed, turned around and left the ward.

"Who is it? Why have you been calling my sister?" Meng Liuchen held Qiao Yixia's cell phone. They adjusted the vibration for her to have a good rest. After all, they are outsiders, so it's hard for them to answer the phone for her.

"It's Shanglu." Meng Liuchen said.

"Give it to me." I don't know if it was a dream or just woke up, the eyes of the three people all focused on Qiao Yixia.Meng Liuchen was stunned, but still gave her the phone.

He didn't take into consideration Mother Qiao and Lan Xuewu's shouts, Father Qiao's pursuit, even Meng Liuchen, a young and strong boy in his twenties, couldn't keep up with her pace. How could a woman with a high fever be so big? energy?will run so fast.Holding the car keys on her mobile phone, she ran straight to the parking lot. Meng Liuchen drove another car and followed closely behind.

"Damn it! Something will happen!" When driving to an intersection, Meng Liuchen slapped the steering wheel hard. He witnessed Qiao Yixia recklessly crossing the red light and disappearing into the crowd.

Finally, she arrived.

"Sister Yixia..."

"Where are people?" She looked at Shang Lu's dodging eyes, at the fire that had not been completely extinguished, at the firefighters coming in and out, and rushed inside.

"Sister Yixia, calm down! We are working hard to search!" Shang Lu hugged her tightly from behind, not letting her break free.

"Let go!" But when a person loses control of his emotions, no one else can stop him.

Qiao Yixia broke free from him and rushed forward desperately, but was tightly restrained by the rest of the police officers.Bai Ying ran over from the front, she didn't have the heart to manage Shanglu, she just pulled the police officers away and hugged her tightly: "Sister Yixia, trust me, Professor Lu will be fine."

In her arms, Qiao Yixia gradually softened her body, and slowly collapsed on the ground. Baiying was terribly uncomfortable, but she couldn't say any more comforting words. Qiao Yixia stood up suddenly, facing the world, and shouted loudly.

"gray!"

Bai Ying has worked with her for several years. In Bai Ying's impression, Qiao Yixia is a heroine who bleeds, sweats but never tears, sheds skin and flesh and never falls behind. The word crying is far away from her, as if she should stand there On the top of the high mountain, laugh at the wind and clouds.But this night, with the mountain gradually returning to calm and the burnt ruins, she cried.