little sun who is a tragic female supporting role

Throw the files in the trash can, seal the oak and turn around to go home.

There was a faint musty smell in the dark and damp alley, and there was a burst of light from the breeze blowing gently. As the surrounding environment became more and more familiar, Fang Yutian watched Feng Yue return to the dilapidated single-person hut.

Fang Yutian took a closer look at Feng Li's perspective. The dilapidated house was not much different from what she had lived in, except that the house seemed colder and darker for no reason.

After Feng Li entered the room, he sat by the bed and waited quietly for a long time.Fang Yutian couldn't feel her mood swings and was a little nervous.

"it's wired."

Feng Li spoke suddenly, a slightly hoarse and cool voice wafting in the quiet room.

As the words fell, Feng Yue stood up slowly, walked towards the closet, picked up the fruit knife hanging upside down in her slender hands without hesitation, held it in her hand and stared at it.

The cold metallic light was very dazzling, and Fang Yutian's heart was lifted instantly.

What does Little Oak want to do?

I saw Feng Yue put his arm on the chopping board, the dark chopping board looked slender and the arm was extraordinarily white and transparent, under the cold white skin, the blue blood vessels were clearly visible.

Feng Yue didn't think too much, raised the fruit knife and dropped it towards the center of his arm.

Do not!

Fang Yutian was frightened, her heart was like that day when she jumped off a building, she was instantly hoisted to the clouds, and then fell hard, bringing infinite panic.

The expected bloody scene did not appear, and the fruit knife suddenly changed direction in mid-air, avoiding the arm, and pierced into the dark chopping board.

Fang Yutian shared feelings with Feng Yue, knowing very clearly that Feng Yue did not change direction, but an inexplicable force forcibly changed the direction of the knife.

Fang Yutian:?

How is this going?

"Sure enough." Feng Li slowly pulled out the fruit knife, gently put it back in place, and sighed in a low voice: "It's not under my control."

Slowly walking back to the bed, Feng Li took out a notebook from the box under the bed.

Fang Yutian looked at the notebook, the clear and beautiful fonts recorded Feng Li's exploration of this world.

1. The world has a predicted direction of development.

2. Feng Manyue is the protagonist of the world, and I am her stepping stone.

3. There are moments when I am free, and there are moments when I am free from self-control.

Feng Yue took out a pen, and immediately wrote down the fourth item in the notebook.

4. The world does not allow me to control my life and death.

"I'm still useful to Feng Manyue, so I can't die? It means that the established trajectory cannot be changed by me, but I still have room for development under the trajectory."

"Looking at it this way, it's..."

"A story?"

Feng Li slowly started his speculation, the warm orange sunset slanted into the hut, adding a bit of warmth to the originally dark room.

"Then I'm a supporting role."

The tip of the pen rustled, and Feng Yue quickly wrote the final conclusion on the paper.

[The world is a story, and I am a tragic supporting actor. ]

Fang Yutian had mixed feelings in her heart, and she couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was. She watched Feng Li's jade-like hands slowly tore off the page, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

Opening his eyes, Fang Yutian was dazzled by the sunlight in the room. The scorching sun came with heat. Fang Yutian stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, covered with fine sweat.

Looking at the time, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Back in her room, Feng Li had disappeared, so Fang Yutian took advantage of this gap to take a shower in the bathroom, changed her medicine, and bandaged her tightly.

Only then did he go downstairs to look for Feng Li.

The dream last night made her mind very confused, she needed to see Feng Li to feel at ease.

Coming to the first floor, Fang Yutian saw Feng Li and Zhu Qixing sitting in the pavilion chatting in the courtyard at a glance. Talk about something endlessly.

But Feng Yue just lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

Waiting for Fang Yutian to walk in, I heard Zhu Qixing complain about Feng Yue.

"Why are you acting like a boring gourd? I've told you so much, have you heard a word?"

"Let me tell you that you can't catch up like this..."

Feng Yue turned the cup in his hand, absently interrupting Zhu Qixing's words: "Yes."

Then Feng Yue raised his head and looked straight at Fang Yutian who was walking this way, his face was instantly stained with a soft smile, tenderness and pampering accumulated in his deep eyes.

"Tiantian, are you up? Are you hungry?"

Zhu Qixing: "..."

The speed of this face-changing is really amazing.

"I'm not hungry."

Facing Shangfeng Li's soft and shining eyes as always, the panic in Fang Yutian's heart receded like a tide, she smiled slightly, and walked towards the two of them.

"Good afternoon, Miss Zhu."

Sitting next to Feng Li, Fang Yutian greeted Zhu Qixing, and received a slight nod from the other side.

"Miss Zhu, did you come to get something?"

The hand was suddenly grabbed, and there was an itch in the palm, Fang Yutian turned her head, and saw Feng Li holding her hand in both hands, studying the lines on her palm with great interest.

"Well, I still have something to tell you about me and Song Mian."

Zhu Qixing couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw Feng Yue's focus on Fang Yutian.In the absence of Fang Yutian, Feng Yue is indifferent and distant, so indifferent that he doesn't seem like a living person with warmth.

But when there is Fang Yutian, she exudes tenderness all over her body.

Anyone with eyes can see how special Feng Li is to Yu Tian.

It was special, as if she lived for Fang Yutian.

Fang Yutian heard Zhu Qixing's subtext, so she grabbed Feng Li's hand with her backhand, took her hand and rubbed it against her face.

"Xiao Li, I will take Miss Zhu to get things first."

There was a delicate and smooth touch on the back of the hand, Feng Yue raised the corners of his lips and nodded slightly.

So Fang Yutian brought Zhu Qixing to her room, and handed an invitation to him.

The hand painted with red nail polish took the invitation. Zhu Qixing glanced at the invitation. He didn't have the courage to open it for a closer look. He just put it away carefully, then raised his head and said to Yu Tian:

"Thank you."

"It's okay, Miss Zhu also helped me a lot."

"But you..." Zhu Qixing folded his hands and looked at the slender and tender Fang Yutian in front of him. He looked at the delicate girl with delicate skin and tender flesh who seemed to be spoiled, but he didn't expect to punch a strong man.

"You're pretty good."

"Can you be a little more restrained next time?"

Fang Yutian made trouble at Lin Qiuyun's house yesterday, which naturally caused some influence, but they were all stopped by Zhu Qixing, who had been secretly observing Fang Yutian.

She suddenly discovered that Fang Yutian was very useful.

"Ah... sorry to trouble you." Although Fang Yutian said so, Fang Yutian would not hold back at all.

Maybe next time, she will do it even more rampantly.

"Give you this."

Zhu Qixing took out a document from his bag, handed it to Fang Yutian, and when the other party took it, he added: "Although I don't know why you are going to go to Lin Qiuyun's muddy water now, but I think this is for you. Words are useful."

"I can continue to help you investigate the evidence and suppress Feng Zheng, but I need you to do one more thing for me."

Fang Yutian, who quickly read the document in his hand, did not wait for Zhu Qixing to finish his request, and directly agreed: "Okay."

She needs the other person's help, so it doesn't matter what she does.

Zhu Qixing knew that she would agree, but she didn't expect her to be so quick.It's for sealing the oak...

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Qixing slowly spit out a sentence:

"Help me investigate Song Mian's fiancé."

Her tone was erratic, but every word revealed her extraordinarily heavy emotions.

It's not that Zhu Qixing didn't think about directly using the power of the Zhu family to make a scene at the wedding and forcefully snatch the marriage.But she can no longer be as unscrupulous as before, she is afraid.

Song Mian didn't give her a way out this time.

No matter how unreasonably she made trouble in the past, Song Mian always looked at her helplessly and dotingly.But now, Song Mian has given up on her.

Thinking of this, Zhu Qixing's eye circles turned red unconsciously, full of grievances.

How could she not be herself.

"Okay." Fang Yutian caught Zhu Qixing's heartbreak, and just responded softly, and then lowered her head cooperatively and continued to carefully examine the documents in her hand.

The document seen in the dream is a transaction record, which records the simple information of the children who were sold.

And now the documents Zhu Qixing gave are the information and addresses of some people who are suspected buyers.

If Fang Yutian wants to find accurate evidence from it, he needs to investigate further.But she has no shortage of time and energy.

As long as there is a group of families who are buyers with definite evidence, they can call the police.

Coupled with Zhu Qixing's help, Lin Qiuyun will definitely be caught.

Fang Yutian raised the corners of her mouth in satisfaction.When he looked up again, Zhu Qixing had already left, and a slightly heavy footstep approached rhythmically.

In desperation, Fang Yutian stuffed the documents into the closet, and immediately walked towards the door, just in time to bump into Feng Li who came to look for her.

"Little Quercus." Fang Yutian raised her head to look at Feng Li in front of her, her round almond eyes were amazingly bright, she couldn't help smiling, two pear dimples hung on her tender cheeks, making her look extra soft and sweet.

Gently covering the back of Yu Tian's head with both hands, Feng Yue gently embraced Fang Yutian into his arms.

Fang Yutian leaned on her thin but inexplicably reassuring shoulders, her round eyes gleamed with confusion, until Fang Yutian frowned when the temperature of the person on the other side gradually rose.

Why are you sick again?

Feng Yue also felt strange. She had a very good physique and rarely fell ill in the past few years of living alone. This sudden illness without any warning was unexpected to her.

The feeling of drowsiness came from the depths of her soul, Feng Yue only felt that her whole body was heavy, she leaned her head on Fang Yutian's shoulder lightly, and felt a little fresh and sweet smell from Fang Yutian's body, so she felt a little more comfortable.

The uncomfortable physical condition made her want to get closer to Fang Yutian even more. Only by being close to him can she feel better.

She wanted to hug her tightly, and wanted every inch of her skin to be close to Fang Yutian.

"I'm uncomfortable."

A slightly hoarse voice rang in his ears, Fang Yutian was taken aback, and raised his hand to caress Feng Li's back.

"Let's go to lie down first, and I'll call the doctor over later, okay?"

Coaxing Feng Li softly, Fang Yutian led her towards her bed step by step.

When he was approaching the bedside, Feng Yue suddenly lost his strength and fell forward. Before Fang Yutian could react, he lay down on the bed, being pressed down by Feng Yue.

There was a person lying on her body, Fang Yutian was a little out of breath, and the culprit was still clinging to her neck, rubbing his cheeks lightly back and forth.

Fang Yutian stretched out her hand to push the opponent away, but before she could use any force, she heard Feng Li say in a slightly aggrieved tone:

"I don't feel bad if I hug Tiantian."

Hearing this, Fang Yutian couldn't bear to let go of her hand, Feng Yue hugged her for a while, got off Fang Yutian's body, and lay down beside Fang Yutian, but still hugged her tightly and didn't let go.

The slightly hot breath hit Fang Yutian's ear, Fang Yutian turned her head to look at Feng Yue, her breathing was steady, she seemed to have entered a deep sleep.

Because of the fever, Feng Li's cold white cheeks were flushed, his lips were slightly parted, and the inaccessible coldness was less than usual.

Letting the other party hold her for a while, Fang Yutian wanted to get up and call the doctor. Just as she put her hand on Feng Yue's and was about to take it off, she heard Feng Yue calling her in a low voice.

"Sweet."

Fang Yutian turned her head, Feng Yue was still in a deep sleep state, but she seemed to be muttering something, blinked, Fang Yutian moved closer to Feng Yue, and put her ear on Feng Yue's lips.

"Sweet."

"I like you."

The murmur as thin as a mosquito penetrated into Fang Yutian's ears and brought a huge echo in his mind.

The sleeping Feng Yue unconsciously repeated these words, while the man in her arms blushed slightly.

"I like you."

"Ah."

The author has something to say: The sick and weak Xiao Quer expresses his passion.

小栎生病跟很久之前的一个设定有关，不是体弱。感谢在2021-04-1820:58:44~2021-04-2021:01:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~