Like a swallow returning to its nest

She has a pair of beautiful eyes, big, round, lacquered and bright, and has the most innocent and harmless smile in the world. The cub already has the ability to hunt independently, lying prone on the green grass, showing its white and soft belly, and setting itself up A trap, no matter how caught off guard, it showed its sharp claws.

"I was really fucked by you."

Xiao Lai opened her knees with both hands and leaned over to check, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

"A little bit, but it's okay."

It was too dark to see clearly. The moment the mobile phone flashlight turned on, Fang Jian suddenly put her legs together and shrank aside, pulled the blanket to cover herself, she was ashamed and angry, "What are you doing!"

"Let me take a look." Xiao Lai said in a normal tone.

Fang Jian: "No more!"

Xiao Lai: "See if it's broken."

Fang Jian buried her face in the thin blanket, "No."

"What's there to be shy about?" Xiao Lai put down his phone, opened the plastic buckle of the soft wet tissue bag, pulled out one with two fingers, spread it out on the palm of his hand, "Let me wipe the head office for you."

Fang Jian lay down again, with her face parted and her knees apart. The hotness in her palm was transmitted through the thin fibers, so it was logical, from one point to countless points, and the current swept again.

Only at this time, Fang Jian can truly abandon the inferiority and cowardice brought about by the shame, and look forward to the next self-forgetfulness.

People's greed is endless, it's hard to imagine that this has become her biggest expectation in life.And the master who brought all this, the master of those hands, not only has the generosity and benevolence of a god, but also is good at bewitching people into deep traps like an evil spirit.

If the evil spirit's goal is only this shriveled body that lacks nutrition, she is willing to offer herself as a sacrifice instead of dying without any effect.

"Hug." Xiao Lai lay on her side with her arms outstretched, Fang Jian obediently snuggled into her arms, her cool lips brushed against the skin on the side of her neck, and she could feel the blood flow and pulse under the skin.

After hugging Fang Jian for a while, she said to her, "Actually, I always thought you couldn't do it. I thought you only knew how to be outside, and you still wanted to find a chance to get you done..." Unexpectedly, she was taken the first step.

Xiao Lai smiled, "Actually, I really don't know how to do it. I learned it online."

Fang Jian: "Why don't I know, when did you check?"

Xiao Lai: "When you go to the toilet, what you want to check more is the opportunity. You can read a lot of things in a few minutes."

Fang Jian suddenly turned over and held her down, pinching the soft flesh on her waist, "What else are you looking at, tell me the truth!"

Xiao Lai tilted her face, pursed her lips and smiled, her shyness was particularly attractive, under the yellow light of the rechargeable desk lamp that was about to run out of power, a faint firefly light flickered in her eyes like a lake at night.Fang Jian grabbed her lips, bit her lightly, and mumbled, "Bad guy."

Don't want to go back to the dormitory, just hug each other and fall into a light sleep, 15 minutes, or half an hour?Unknown, the sound of messy footsteps sounded outside the car, accompanied by the man's loud yelling and the sound of metal clashing.

Fang Jian sat up abruptly, tilted her face and listened carefully, Xiao Lai got up after him, and muttered softly, "What's wrong?"

Joy turned into sorrow, the sound outside became more and more chaotic, it seemed that two groups of people were fighting with weapons, they dressed in a hurry, and decided to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

The car door opened from the side next to the wall, and a group of people shouted and ran past on the other side, yelling loudly, and they could vaguely hear them yelling to call the police.

They trot along the wall, following the route in memory to find the nearest fire door, but they never expected that the chaos started in the shopping mall on the first floor, two men in black blocked the door, and A group of people rushing out of the fire exit had a physical conflict.

Several men in black were guarding a middle-aged man, and they easily let go of the two who knocked over the door. Fang Jian recognized that the men in suits were security guards for Roman Holidays. They dared not go anywhere, and hid their bodies as small as possible. Behind the tires of an Army Green Jeep.

Some people may never encounter such a thing in their entire lives. The murder happened ten meters away from the army green jeep. The drop was empty, and the third hit landed precisely in the middle of the middle-aged man's head.

The black ax landed, and blood gushed out in an instant, splashing on a white car behind the middle-aged man. He leaned on the car door and collapsed to the ground. The murderer fled, and the injured security guard stayed where he was. , The rest of the people went all out to chase the murderer.

They lay on the bottom of the car, the palms of their clasped hands were full of sweat, and saw the red and white liquid stained on the edge of the black ax on the ground. The man's eyes widened in horror and stared blankly at a certain place in nothingness, and his body twitched irregularly.

Someone was injured by his death, but the death still happened, almost in the blink of an eye, and no one saw how the ax fell, leaving only blood on the ground and a pair of cloudy eyes that gradually lost focus.

This was the closest Fang Jian was to death.

In the winter two years ago, on Christmas Eve, Fang Jian tried to cut her wrists and stole a pack of razor blades from her father's room. for convenience.

Before that, she had tried many things, kitchen knives, fruit knives, pencil knives that cost a dollar at the gate of the elementary school, and utility knives, but none of them were sharp enough.

Gently place the thin razor blade on the inside of the wrist, relax the palm, facing upwards, and give it a jerk with the right hand.

It went smoothly at first, but just because it was soft enough and thin enough, it was a little weak when breaking through the barrier of fascia.

Too much pain, is it a ligament or a tendon?Fang Jian didn't know that the pain caused by that layer of snow-white fascia had surpassed death itself, and it was an obstacle that no matter how determined you were to die, you couldn't break through.

It really hurts too much.

The pain is sobering, and if her parents find out, she will be admitted to the hospital again. Hospitalization is not a good thing. Being deprived of liberty while alive is more frightening than dying.

She dug out a piece of sanitary napkin from the cabinet and bandaged her wrist, cleaned up all the blood in the bathroom with her uninjured right hand, hid the blade in the paper towel and threw it into the trash can, and left home to go to the clinic for stitches.

For a long time, her fingers were numb and unable to move freely. Later, Fang Jian found that she could no longer play the piano, and the only use of her hands was useless.

Death was still far away at that time, and after the wound was healed and covered with a wristband, it was as if the incident had never happened.

Death turned out to be so terrible, and a fresh life disappeared in front of his eyes like this. He definitely didn't want to die, but he still couldn't escape the established fate, and his eyes were full of bewilderment and unwillingness.

There were countless moments when Fang Jian wanted to die instead of those unfortunate people, and was willing to sacrifice herself so that the family members who cherished them would not be so sad.

Take Sister Zhang as an example, the schizophrenic Sister Zhang who taught her massage techniques.If Fang Jian could hallucinate instead of her, see the glass window as a door instead of her, and step on the ground instead of her, Sister Zhang's husband and her three-year-old daughter would not lose their wife and mother.

And what about Fang Jian's family?It doesn't matter, there is Fang Chun.

At this moment, ten meters away, a middle-aged man who seemed to be of some status died in the parking lot. His head was literally opened, and the bloody 'opened scoop' that Fang Jian had imagined and beautified appeared in front of his eyes.

The blood red spread slowly on the concrete floor, splashed on the white car, soaked his blue shirt, and polluted his expensive watch.

It's not fun at all.

The surrounding scenery is changing rapidly, the wind is whistling, and what you see is illusory and hazy, which is unbelievable.

Only the heat conveyed by the palm of the hand was real, Fang Jian was led by Xiao Lai and ran out of the parking lot, running under the gray blue sky, in the light rain, her face was wet and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

In her mind, which was gradually returning to normal, how terrible the death that she used to joke about was how terrible, and what was even more terrible was the contempt and meaninglessness she had always treated herself.

Fang Jian cried bitterly, yelling as if venting, Xiao Lai hugged her tightly, and pressed her palm against her back, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we ran out."

"Xiao Lai, you can't leave me..." The tone sounded like admonishing a child who was walking around a temple fair by the hem of an adult's clothes. The truth was that Fang Jian couldn't leave Jiang Xiaolai, and couldn't leave for a second.

The heat on her body is transmitted through the clothes drenched in rain and sweat, it is Jiang Xiaolai who will never go out, "I won't leave, I'm here, don't be afraid."

The author has something to say:

I changed the copy again, for the sake of positive energy... let's read it reluctantly, I changed it tomorrow v, there will be three changes, I hope everyone will continue to love me (pout to put a pre-order: "Nightingale and Rose"

The first time we met, it was the first time Ye Ying came to Shen Qiangwei's villa in the middle of the mountain, and the bus only went down the mountain.

She walked up the mountain for half an hour, panting and stood in front of the carved iron gate, and saw the blue rain in full bloom on the courtyard wall of the villa.This is a vine rose with purple and white flowers.

Shen Qiangwei and her eight-year-old daughter stood at the door to welcome her. The woman had flaming red lips and a graceful figure, holding a bouquet of pink tulips and offering a hug, "Welcome Teacher Xiaoye."

At that time, Ye Ying didn't expect that every Friday, she would climb the slope for half an hour to come to Shen Qiangwei's house, part-time tutor, nanny, gardener... and Shen Qiangwei's sleeping pillow.

Ye Ying participated in all the big and small things around Shen Qiangwei, including Shen Qiangwei's husband's funeral.

Women always remain exquisite and beautiful no matter when and where. At the funeral, there is a black wide-brimmed top hat, hip-wrapping skirt, stiletto heels, and a white rose in hand. There is not a single tear in the whole process.

Outside the cemetery, under the fir tree, Ye Ying said, "I won't come next semester."

The woman's slender fingers under the black lace gloves grabbed the drawstring of her hoodie, took off her hat, and raised her head, tears streaming down her face, "Is even Teacher Xiaoye leaving me?"

At that time, Ye Ying did not expect that Shen Qiangwei's house would take so long to climb the steep slope.

*Rich woman×poor student (six-year age difference)

* aka "People.Temptation of Wife

感谢在2022-05-1314：03：14～2022-05-1414：37：17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～感谢投出手榴弹的小天使：純種human、半路打劫的橘猫1个；感谢投出地雷的小天使：可口可乐1个；

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles with a few bowls in my stomach; holding my 532 bottles; what are you doing with 1 bottle; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!