Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui's heart was beating clearly under his chest, as if consciously out of his control, he could only try his best not to listen to his own heartbeat.

He stiffened his back and turned around slowly. The people in front of him were gathered under the bright light of the incandescent lamp. The softness of the sweater fabric diluted the extremely strong facial features. If Chang Gung is as moving as a star.

The size of the clothes was just right, and the man's slender fingers pinched the blue sleeves slightly, giving him a sense of casual laziness.

Ating put on the clothes he bought.

Although the other party's temperament is moody, it's so beautiful, for the first time in Song Zui's heart, a thought of satisfaction arises, the person in front of him is his own.

He knew that his idea was very dangerous. The other party just regarded himself as a fixed funder or even not a fixed one, but this greedy idea inevitably arose.

Just as Song Zui was calmly suppressing his thoughts, the man suddenly lowered his head and stared at his snow-white neck.

The skin that had been rubbed before suddenly became hot, not the warm and frank heat under the sun, but the indescribable scorching heat in the subtleties.

"I really have to go."

He tried his best to say this, the other party's eyes fell on the jade pendant on his neck, as if he never thought that he would wear this jade pendant, his blue eyes were full of something he couldn't understand mood.

If he hadn't seen A Ting before, he would have thought they had met somewhere before.

He thought that the man would ask the reason for the jade pendant, but the other party just hooked his collar with his hands, and carefully put the jade pendant back under his clothes, with a calm solemnity.

The other party put away the old jade pendant, bent down and said something in German in his ear: "Ichbinfroh, dichinmeinemLepenzuhaben."

Song Zui had never learned German and couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence. He only felt that the man's German intonation was very pleasant, and the ending sound was so elegant.

He couldn't help asking: "What does this mean?"

The man lowered his eyes and spoke calmly.

"Good night, sweet dreams."

When Song Zui returned to the dormitory from the rented room, the pleasant German seemed to be lingering in his ears, so that he didn't remember it until he went to the balcony to water the flowers, and he hadn't said anything about Song Tiantian.

The lights in the dormitory were turned off, and the sky looked even darker. For some reason, he felt uneasy looking at the dark sky.

His intuition has always been accurate, or his luck has always been bad, and all bad possibilities have happened incomparably real.

He was used to this, so he calmly finished watering the flowers and entered the dormitory. When Yin Zihan returned home on the weekend, Wu Zhen, who was playing games on the bed, reminded him, "I'm afraid it will rain today. Have you collected the clothes you dried yesterday?"

"Ah."

After Song Zui washed up, he lay on the bed and turned on the lamp to read the literature. After reading for a while, he fell asleep on the bed, and it started to rain outside the window with the sound of the wind blowing.

This was the first full-bodied rain in autumn, as if it was going to blow away the remaining heat of the Shanghai stock market, and he had a dream in the storm.

In the dream, he seemed to return to that nightmarish place. It was a huge iron cage, the wires were stained with old and new bloodstains, and the cage door was hung with a heavy lock.

He was locked in a cage with his opponents, and only one person could walk out standing up. He had gone through eight opponents, and his body was covered with bruises and bruises.

Fortunately it was the last time.

The rough iron cage was placed on a platform, and there were countless spectators around the platform, waving their hands emotionally, looking at him in the cage like a watchdog.

With the opening of the cage door, his opponent today came in. He was a tall man of 1.8 meters, with a large tattoo on his chest, and he knew that it was not easy to deal with.

He had seen this person before, and he remembered that there were 27 people who came in in the same batch, but only one face was left alive.

"Hit."

"Hurry up."

"Why don't they fight yet?"

The audience in the audience murmured in dissatisfaction, and spikes fell from the sky above the iron cage. He knew that if he didn't do anything, the spikes would hang down and be inserted directly into their bodies. This was a means to ensure viewing.

There are many other methods like this, such as putting the dog in a cage, such as covering the bottom of the cage with shards of glass. No one dares not to try their best, even if they are standing in front of a good partner.

His height is not dominant, but he is the most ruthless, like a beast born and raised in the Colosseum.

When he defeated the last opponent, he thought it was the end, but a high-ranking spectator threw down two small knives as if he didn't think it was enough.

Fighting in the iron cage is all about punching to the flesh, there is no need to use a sharp blade. When he heard the blade fall to the ground, he thought for a moment that only one of them could get out alive.

The crowd below the stage immediately burst into violent applause, mixed with cheerful whistles. The entire underground boxing arena was very lively because of this fight, and everyone couldn't wait to smell the blood.

The blade of the knife glowed coldly under the dim light, and his hand that picked up the blade paused for only a second or two, which became extremely slow before life and death.

The opponent picked up the knife one step faster than himself, and the sharp blade pierced his eyes. He tried to step back, but he still couldn't escape the shining stab.

The sharp point of the knife cut straight from above his right eye to his left eye, and the blood dripped down from his eyes, the sound was so loud that he almost thought it was the sound of water.

He wanted to see whether the liquid in his hand was blood or water, but he realized that he could no longer see. The world was completely dark to him, and he could not see any light in the darkness.

His body was almost numb from the pain, and his skin color turned pale because of the pain. A voice in his head told him to sleep, after he fell asleep, there was no pain, it was a place of light, and his eyelashes drooped slightly.

The next second he bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to wake up from the hallucination and stand still in the cage. He had to get the money out alive.

Can't fall down.

Can't fall down.

He tore off his sleeves, and covered his eyes with a thin cloth, and dark red blood seeped into the cloth in an instant.

He stood on the stage with his eyes blindfolded, because he couldn't see, he could only distinguish his position by sound. If he could survive, he thought that if he could survive, he hoped that he could study well in the classroom and only read and study every day without getting his hands dirty. on blood.

The other party's knife stabbed him, and his knife also stabbed the other party's body. The two of them fought with each other. He felt that his consciousness no longer belonged to him, and he was filled with indifferent and violent emotions.

The smell of blood filled the air, and with the shouts from the audience, he stabbed the opponent's body for the last time.

He heard the sound of the other party falling on the stage, followed by sirens blaring, mixed with the panicked voices of the crowd, the entire boxing arena was in chaos.

The dream then became chaotic, and the suppressed blood came up silently. At first, he just missed his heels and then his waist. He felt that he was soaked in blood and couldn't breathe.

He wanted to break free from the blood, but he sank deeper and deeper, the blood slowly flooded the top of his head, and his heartbeat became weaker and weaker, almost inaudible.

Just when he thought he was going to be swallowed up, a vague German came out of his ear, and a big lazy cat took him away.

The endless blood turned into the golden color of the sun. He was sitting by the bright window reading a book, the big cat was resting on his lap, wrapping its tail around his waist to prevent Song Tiantian from approaching.

The teenager who was sleeping on the bed was clutching the quilt tightly, and his fingertips were blue and white. He slowly relaxed his body and unfolded his body in a stable posture to sleep soundly.

Song Zui woke up very early, recalling last night's dream and frowned slightly. This dream was not a good omen, but he still got up to water the flowers as usual.

Wu Zhen yawned on the bed when he heard the movement, and asked, "Don't you feel hard when you wake up so early every day? Today is the weekend."

"It's not hard."

Wu Zhen couldn't help but understand why Song Zui was able to win the special prize. Whether it was a weekend or not, he would get up early to study, as if it had become a habit in his blood.

Song Zui really didn't think it was hard work. Compared with the past days, he could sit in a chair and read a book in peace, without struggling in the mud, which was already a dream for him.

It's just that he doesn't know how long this kind of life can last. The Bible says that the sun shines on a good man, but he is not a good man.

He turned on the faucet in the bathroom, trying to wash off the non-existent blood on his hands, and after a while he turned off the water, leaning his back against the cold wall.

The young man suppressed his emotions and walked to the balcony, because the sunflowers that he planted so hard in yesterday's heavy rain all withered, and the soil mixed with the rainwater dripped down on the balcony floor, and his hands were still stained with mud.

In the dormitory, Yu Ming rubbed his red eyes. Yesterday he read Song Zui's notes all night, but there were still some things he didn't quite understand.

Song Zui should be in the library at this time, and he went out with his notes. Next to the library is a bulletin board for posting important school announcements.

He looked at the news of Song Zui's award posted on the bulletin board, and unconsciously showed envy in his heart.

In his freshman year, he won the special prize in the Physics Competition of Yanda University, and seemed to be favored by Mr. Yang. Compared with his efforts to win a scholarship, Song Zui's future is bright and open.

He walked into the library and saw Song Zui by the window. The young man seemed to like sitting by the window very much. The sunlight shining on the young man's face made his skin white.

Yu Ming was embarrassed to disturb Song Zui's study, so he found a seat beside him. When Song Zui walked towards the tea room, he followed him, and said timidly, "I read all your notes last night. I understand very well."

"finish watching?"

"Almost finished."

Song Zui unscrewed the water glass and raised his eyebrows in surprise. His notebook was a thick volume, and it would take at least a day to finish reading it. His eyes fell on Yu Ming's reddened eyes and he understood that he must have stayed up all night to read it.

People always appreciate those who work hard, so he put down his water glass and asked, "Where can't it be?"

Yu Ming asked all the questions he had written down, and after half an hour, he asked shyly, "Did I trouble you too much?"

Song Zui shook his head, took the water and left.

Because Yu Ming wasted time, he returned to his seat to speed up his reading, and saw that he had collected his books and walked out of the library in the afternoon.

Some of Song Tiantian's belongings are left in the dormitory, so he must take them to the rented room, and he is very suspicious of the peace at home.

He wasn't worried about Song Tiantian. Song Tiantian was well-behaved and sensible since he was a child, so there would be no problem. He would often lie by the window and bask in the sun. What he was worried about was another big cat with a bad temper.

He Shanting got off the expensive Bugatti, walked 200 meters to the old apartment building by himself, and skillfully opened the door of the rental house with the key.

Not only did the cat not leave yesterday, but it also occupied his sofa. The cat's fur fell all over the sofa, and he wondered if he should throw it out.

Feeling the man's disgust, Song Tiantian immediately shrank from the sofa to the corner of the wall, the hair on his body was trembling, facing the man approaching step by step, probably jumping onto the remote control panel of the coffee table out of desire to survive.

The TV in the living room, which had never been turned on, was turned on immediately, and the scene of an emotional program was broadcast on the TV: "What kind of person do you think will be pleasing?"

"This question is relatively broad." The guest drank his saliva and answered, "Let me first talk about what kind of person is not likable. The first is that you want to be more delicate, and the second is that you are always coaxed when you are stingy. Do you think you are a princess? "

With a blank expression, He Shanting smashed the remote control at the old TV, and the screen immediately cracked, and the program was still playing on the screen.

"I talked about unlovable people, now I will talk about pleasing people." The guest said with confidence, "There are many, such as people who love small animals, think about an indifferent person in private. Holding the kitten tenderly and feeding it, it will be different immediately."

The host nodded in agreement.

He Shanting stopped and glanced at Song Tiantian in the corner, his expression was flat and he didn't make any movements. The hair on Song Tiantian's body finally didn't tremble so much, he curled up and licked his fur.

I don't know how long it took to hear the sound of the door opening, and it was suddenly picked up by a hand, and the back of the neck was strangled, and it could only hang its feet in the air and remain motionless.

On the other side, Song Zui returned to the rental room from school with his things in his arms. He opened the door with strong anxiety, and what he saw was an unexpected scene.

The man ate the cat food in the bowl according to Song Tiantian, and carefully wiped the kitten's crumbly hair. This scene could be said to be warm, if it wasn't for the kitten's face full of struggles.