delicate flowers and weeds

In order to celebrate the monthly exam, they reserved a private room at the nearest restaurant after school.

It was Zhou Rong who fumbled out to make the call in the afternoon. He racked his brains and couldn't think of the taste of the young master. He dug up the record of the four-person group last time, and read it again: "Steamed sea bass don't put chopped green onion, And the spicy chicken needs less oil...Yes, yes, you can put less ginger in the fish, or you can put it, but don't let us eat it with this taste...And the squirrel mandarin fish, it can't be too sweet..."

He didn't finish the nagging, and the other side hung up.

Before hanging up, I was scolded "I'm sick!"

Zhou Rong became angry, and he was about to fight back to find out what was "sick".

beep beep... beep beep...

day!

He was blacklisted!

Zhou Rong's face darkened, and he called another company. This time, his voice was very fierce, and he seemed to be looking for trouble for not wanting to order food.

The boss on the opposite side trembled: "Dare... dare to ask brother which road you are on, we have paid the protection fee on a monthly basis..."

Zhou Rong hated iron but steel: "You coward, what protection fee do you pay, don't you know that you are taking the road of socialism now?..."

Continue busy tone.

He was blocked again!

Just when Zhou Rong was furious and the phone's life was in danger.

Fei Cao just passed by and saved the mobile phone's life.

The meal was ordered by Fei Cao, and the four of them went around and around, driving the navigation like a maze, but couldn't find the "Ruyilou" they ordered, and finally took a taxi to see the destination.

The destination has been around No. [-] Middle School. There are streets with similar names in No. [-] and No. [-] Middle Schools. Fei Cao must have made a mistake.

Zhou Rong was so angry that he almost rolled up his sleeves and started a fight with Fei Cao: "My surname is Fei, you are also a top student in our school, why can't you read maps?"

Sitting in the car, Fei Cao said lightly, "Sorry."

But that gesture did not look like "sorry" at all.

Tang Hua rubbed his eyebrows: "Forget it, Zhou Rong, it's not over, right, Fei Cao didn't do it on purpose."

The store is not big, and it is a back-shaped corridor. They booked the innermost private room.

The hotel lobby was busy, and the most conspicuous one was a waiter. It's not that he was good-looking, but that he had a scar on his face, winding from the corner of his mouth to his ears, making him look very fierce.

Chen Ziqing only took one look, and instinctively shrank behind Zhou Rong, still trembling a little, obviously frightened.

Seeing this, the leading lady apologized and said, "I'm sorry, customer, he is a newcomer in our store. Although he looks fierce, he is not a bad person."

Fei Cao walked at the back, hooking her lips.

I passed by that person without squinting, felt a little ironic, and repeated: "Isn't he a bad person?"

He usually doesn't like to meddle in other people's affairs, Tang Hua is a little curious: "Why, Fei Cao, do you know him?"

They were already at the corner of the corridor, Fei Cao's expression was unclear: "I don't know, a murderer, how could I know him."

"Kill, murderer?"

Chen Ziqing's legs had already softened, and the hair on his back stood up. He was trembling, and he was about to cry: "I... let's go, don't... don't eat here..."

Zhou Rong snorted: "You are so promising."

The leading lady was a little embarrassed: "Ha, ha yes, Uncle Zhou had a bad brain when he was young, and he had some mental problems, and it's almost gone now...you don't have to worry.

"

Tang Hua felt that something was wrong, so he also grabbed Fei Cao: "Let's go, or change to another family?"

The leading lady was a little embarrassed: "Customer... the meal you ordered in advance has already been served 10 minutes ago, so there is no way to refund it."

Start dish?

Generally, in relatively large restaurants, if customers order in advance, they will not start cooking until the customers arrive. To start the dishes is to notify the kitchen to start preparations.

The customer didn't come, and the food was served in advance?

Zhou Rong subconsciously thought that the restaurant was touching porcelain, and his expression was not good, and he was about to lose his temper.

Fei Cao, who was behind everyone, stood up, and he raised his phone: "I sent a text message to the hotel while I was in the car."

"You..." Zhou Rong pointed at him and didn't say a word for a long time.

Tang Hua said: "What are you? Take your hand away, Fei Cao is thinking that we are here, and let them do it in advance, so the time is just right."

Zhou Rong might believe this statement, but Tang Hua didn't believe it when he said it.

Fei Cao is very wrong.

He... It's not that he booked the wrong shop, but he seems to have come here from the beginning.

But why?

And why did he know the waiter?

Chen Ziqing shivered, expressing his opinion: "If you do it, you will do it...we will pay the money, and then change to another...I'm afraid."

"No."

It was Tang Hua who said it, and he felt that if he didn't say it, Fei Cao would stand up and say it.

"I ordered all the dishes, how can I waste them?"

They continued to walk towards the private room.

There was an inaudible sentence behind: "Thank you."

Tang Hua also said in a low voice, "It's okay, I'm really afraid of wasting money."

But I also really hope that one day, you can tell me what happened.

In the middle, Fei Cao went to the bathroom for a long time, and Tang Hua also left with an excuse.

He searched around, and finally saw Fei Cao in a dark corridor.

The fierce waiter was standing opposite him, with his head down, opening the wine for Fei Cao.

What are they talking about.

The wine bottle hung awkwardly in the air, but Fei Cao didn't pick it up.

The distance was very far, and Tang Hua couldn't hear clearly, but only faintly heard a sentence:

"Forget it? I know, don't pretend, I can smell you like a person."

This is what Fei Cao said.

He stood there, his eyes were dark and gloomy, and he was about to merge with the entire dim corridor. He looked cold and dangerous, as if the edge that was usually deliberately restrained was suddenly exposed.

Tang Hua had never seen him like this before.

The waiter kept holding the wine bottle. From this angle, he couldn't see his other half's scars. He looked a bit honest and dull, like a clumsy farmer who was bullied but didn't dare to resist.

Fei Cao grabbed him by the collar, pulled her closer, and whispered in his ear:

"I don't know how you tricked the doctor into running out, scoff, but let me tell you, you will find that the outside is not as good as the inside."

Then let go.

The wine bottle fell to the ground, and the yellow liquid was soaked in foam on the red carpet.

The waiter took a few steps back, staggered and fell to the ground, with his head down, and even his gasps were indescribable.

Fei Cao sneered twice, turned around and left.

From anyone's point of view, this scene was Fei Cao's unilateral bullying of an honest waiter, but Tang Hua felt very sad.

He endured the nausea and recalled the plot of the book again.

No.

Absolutely not.

Tang Hua really thinks that Chen Yunjiao is an idiot and useless. In her opinion, having such a great advantage in the future can only open the door for romance and love, but she doesn't know anything about the other protagonist of this "love".

He is very eccentric and protective, he thinks that Fei Cao must have something wrong with this waiter.

Fei Cao sat on the roof that night.

There are already some boys at the same age who smoke because of stimulation or other things.

He also took one and held it on his fingertips. The lighter flickered on and off, but he never lit it.

He hates nicotine, alcohol and other foreign substances entering his body, and then he can have a moment of relaxation and pleasure through this.

He doesn't like getting out of control.

The wind was blowing, Fei Cao was wearing sweatpants, the trouser legs were too big, the cool wind poured in from below, whizzing in the air, and it was cold to the inside of the body.

The floor was very high, and it was already two or three o'clock in the morning. He didn't sleep, and sat alone on the top floor with his legs dangling in the air.

For a moment, he suddenly felt angry and unfair.

Why didn't a good person like Mr. Fei die well.

A heinous animal that deserves death is still alive.

Fei Cao felt very confused, as if she had returned to the day of the trial, and there was a lawyer standing in the middle who was spitting and spitting:

"My defender is sick and he doesn't know what he's done."

"He is simply incapable of taking responsibility for his actions."

"This is his medical history, three personalities, the main character is completely innocent."

Xiao Feicao stood there, her blood cooling down little by little.

His eyes were dark, and from this angle, he could see the "suspect" smiling with a shackles on his hands.

That smile was bloody and flamboyant, fleeting.

But no one believed him.

Even Brother Li had a sad expression on his face: "Xiaocao, listen to me, you may be wrong, or you may be a fantasy... I know you are sad, but the fact is like this, we must believe in the law, we must believe in justice .”

justice?

What is justice?

To let that bastard get away with it, lock him up in a mental hospital, and wait for a chance to escape?

Xiao Feicao yelled so many times that day that her voice became hoarse.

"He's laughing, I see him laughing."

But no one believed him.

Thinking of this, Fei Cao covered her eyes, and also let out a suppressed, bloody smile.

What is he going to do?

Watching that man escape, still breathing the air of freedom?

of course not!

……

The phone was on, and it was the tracking monitor he installed that was running.

Fei Cao swiped across the phone and paused for a moment:

The screen is the photo of him and Tang Hua.

His little deskmate is smiling with stars in his eyes, and has a fatal attraction to him, just looking at you like that.

Looking at this photo once, Fei Cao felt better for a moment.

In the next second, his lips were on the phone.

It was a light kiss to the screen.

Gentle and restrained.

His tenderness was brief.

Swiping across the screen, a dense map appeared on the phone, and one of the red dots was moving rapidly.

In order to prevent the target from being too large, today he only released the tracking, and did not have time to install the monitor.

Fei Cao frowned, turned around and landed, he was wearing a thin coat with his hands in his pockets.

When he opened the roof door and left, he stretched out his hand and slid back through the air. The hard object broke through the air and made a "sough" sound:

It was a small flying knife, firmly nailed to a photo posted far away from a few meters away:

The person in the photo does not have a good face, except for a scar that stands out.

On the back of the photo is written a line of small words:

Zhang Guiduo, born in Yi County, Nancheng in 1974, one of the participants in the "611" tragedy, suffered from schizophrenia, triple personality, dangerous, and deserved to die.

The last word "Damn" was circled by a red pen.

From the beginning to the end, there is a murderous look between the lines.

The rooftop is silent, and there are still some discarded old furniture piled up in the right corner. On the stone edge of the rooftop cliff, there is still a cigarette, which has not been lit, but has scratches on it, twisted and kneaded into a ball.

Can no longer smoke.

No one knew that there was a young man standing here just now, and the young man once showed a smile that was as gentle as the moonlight.

The author has something to say:

Let me say it again: Fei Cao is a very gentle person. He was born with the gene of a heinous criminal. He is naturally cold-blooded and has very poor empathy. Fortunately, he was picked up by Teacher Fei and raised.

He was a man with ill-fated fate and constant malice around him, but he struggled in the quagmire and still looked tall and straight.He will never do anything wrong.

Because he is such a gentle and brave child!

Later, I will write about Xiao Feicao's first malicious initiation, standing at the crossroads of fate, but he did not choose the wrong path, and he defeated the evil thoughts in his heart.