Thousands of people suspect that they have become a spiritual queen

"You must go on your own way, and don't feel guilty."

Su Jiao resisted the discomfort and picked up the painting again.

The black line on the painting disappeared instantly, and it became what I saw before. At the same time, the feeling of suffocation and voyeurism that was about to come out also disappeared.

Who sent him the painting? ?

He looked at the information on the courier box, and it was no surprise that he was anonymous.

Su Jiao looked at the painting, and he felt that the painting style was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it before.

Is it... "player"?

Also like Liu Hanyi, a "player" who knows his god status?Also his potential devotee?

It's like a feast without blame...

Banquet without blame, draw...

Just when Su Jiao was about to think of something, the phone rang, and it was Su Bingxue's call.

Su Jiao didn't really want to pick it up, but Su Bingxue kept calling.

Su Ban curled her lips and blocked the other party's number.

Not long after, Su Bingxue's WeChat application popped up on Su Jiao's phone.

Su Jiao had never added Su Bingxue's WeChat. He was going to ignore it, but he saw the note sent by the other party.

"God"

When Su Jiao came back to her senses, she had already agreed.

The WeChat phone rang immediately.

When Su Jiao answered the phone, he heard the sound of pattering rain and Su Bingxue's hoarse voice.

"I remembered..."

Su Bingxue cut to the chase: "The god who appeared in that world is you..."

Su Bingxue would think about it, Su Jiao was not surprised.

But that doesn't mean Su Jiao has to admit it.

"If you say something that I don't understand." Su Jiao said lightly, "I'll die."

"Su Jiao!!" Su Bingxue screamed, and he said in a hasty tone, "You dare to hang up on me!!"

But he quickly became anxious again, crying, "No...don't hang up, don't hang up."

"Don't hang up, I really have something important to ask you, if you are a god, if you are a god... Is Chen Meifang still alive? Ah, tell me..."

Su Jiao heard the sound of pattering rain, broken and scattered, which made Su Bingxue's pleading voice also tinged with cold moisture: "Please tell me...I apologize to you, I'm sorry, you want me to I can apologize anyway..."

He was extremely sad, crying like complaining, he knew that Su Jiao was soft-hearted, as long as he begged, then Su Jiao--

"beep--"

Su Banan hung up the phone.

In the desolate heavy rain, Su Bingxue's clothes were thin, and she was shivering from the cold. He went all over the houses near the school and asked where Su Jiao lived overnight, but he could only get a vague address.

He was holding the phone, helplessness and bewilderment deeply soaked every inch of his skin, making him want to cry in pain.

In the world of natural disasters, the memory of gods is vague, but when he was unconscious, he fell into a deep dream, and he began to feel that Su Jiao looked familiar.

After returning, he carefully recalled... and soon remembered where he had seen it before.

In the world of natural disasters, he suffers from severe mental disorders. His body has already undergone serious pathological changes, so he will be unconscious. After returning to the real world, his original body has no pathological changes, so despite his depression, he still has a lot Mental disturbances, however mild, are manageable.

But the memory of the natural disaster world going crazy is indeed vague—but now he remembered...

plantain.

That god is Su Jiao! !At the end of the black and white grid, the god holding countless entangled lines...

Only he can bring him back to the world of natural disasters, only he knows whether Chen Meifang is alive, and even—only he can let him see Chen Meifang again—

Or, it doesn't matter if you don't see him, as long as he knows whether Chen Meifang is alive or not, that's enough.

He is willing to repent, he is willing to kneel, and he is willing to bear all the sins that he should bear.

You can even allow Su Banan to overweight.

But Su Jiao didn't want to answer his call.

Su Bingxue had never hated herself like this for a moment.

He hated his arrogance and arrogance, hated himself for bullying Su Jiao unscrupulously, hated himself for wanting to save face and suffer—he can ask for nothing, he can kneel down to Su Jiao, he can do anything, as long as Su Jiao can tell him ...Is Chen Meifang still alive...

His clothes were drenched by the rain, and the cold rain soaked his desolate heart. He didn't understand why he wanted to live in this world.

A person who has never received true love will be intoxicated in the world of luxury and money, indulging in the stolen love, he enjoys all of this unscrupulously, he does not have to pay any price, and the only person who pays the price is Su Jiao—how all this is... So beautiful, so rightly so.

But he lost Chen Meifang.

He stole God's love and family, so fate punished him, gave him the most precious thing, and cruelly made him lose it, making him suffer the pain of heartbreak.

He wandered around all night, and the rain didn't stop.

Zheng Feng came to him.

The young man was walking in the rain blankly, his chin was sharp and thin because he hadn't eaten for several days, his skin was pale, his lips were bloodless, his soaked white shirt was dripping with water, his pupils were dark and sickly red, Like a water ghost walking in the rain, he will take everyone to hell in the next second.

"Look at what you look like!" Zheng Feng didn't care to take the umbrella, and her clothes were soaked in water. She said loudly, "Come back with me!"

Su Bingxue suddenly looked back, staring blankly at Zheng Feng.

He looked at his mother who had done all kinds of bad things but could still act as if nothing had happened with strange eyes.

Zheng Feng was suddenly terrified by his dark eyes - those are people who do not belong to this world at all - or in other words, those are the eyes of dead people.

There was a dead silence inside.

"How did you do it?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Recently, Zheng Feng's life is very sad. Countless gossip attacks her, turning her from a high-class lady envied by everyone into a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats.

Her clothes became normal, and her well-maintained face gradually became wrinkled, but after just a few days, she seemed to have aged four or five years.

After the torrential rain, Su Bingxue rolled her eyes and saw a car not far away.

There was fuzzy, red smoke on and off in the car.

Only Su Guodong can smoke.

and so……

So Zheng Feng didn't come to him on his own initiative, but only came to him because of Su Guodong.

Did that man give Zheng Feng a lot of money, or a cheap promise?

Su Bingxue gave a hoarse laugh, and asked Zheng Feng in a hoarse voice: "How did you do it...Everything happened, and you can still act like nothing happened?"

If it's Chen Meifang...

Su Bingxue's eyes suddenly became hot, if it was Chen Meifang...

"Because that's who I am."

Being questioned like this by her own son, Zheng Feng calmed down instead. The rain almost blinded her eyes, but she still said in a hoarse voice: "That's the kind of person I am."

Zheng Feng's hand holding Su Bingxue was trembling, but she was firm. Her eyes were calm but crazy: "Young Master, you have to know..."

"In this world, everyone is other than myself."

She was originally just a fish seller, but her viciousness and madness made her come to this position step by step.

Su Jiao's misery was created by her, but she has no extra guilt towards him.

It doesn't matter if it's a child change, or it doesn't matter if it's malicious arson.

In the end, Su Jiao is just a stepping stone on her road to prosperity, whether it is pain or sadness, she doesn't care, and she doesn't care.

All she cared about was her own flesh and blood.

"Ha..." Su Bingxue smiled.

The others, to Zheng Feng, were indeed just other people.

He seemed to be sick, and began to think again, if it was Chen Meifang...

So what if it was Chen Meifang?

She will never see him again.

He was obviously smiling, but he was covered in rain and his face was full of sadness.

Zheng Feng looked at this son who grew up in rich clothes and fine food, she didn't understand why she tried so hard to get everything for him, but he didn't look happy at all, she wanted to ask, but she heard Su Bingxue say it.

"Come here and hug me, I'm so cold."

Zheng Feng opened his mouth, and finally said nothing, just walked over and hugged him.

She comforted herself and thought, it's okay, even though she is down to this point, at least she still has a son——

So, why is he not happy...

--puff.

When the severe pain came from his chest, Zheng Feng was still a little stunned.

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask, "You..."

--why you are not feeling happy?

But the severe pain made her unable to say anything, the face of the young man in front of her eyes became blurred from clear, and the world gradually became blurred. The only thing that was clear to her five senses was the embracing body, the cold temperature permeating the blood.

She heard the screams of people around her, someone yelled to kill, and then "I stabbed in the chest..."

"Hopeless……"

"Uh..." Su Bingxue closed her eyes, and the cold rain patted on him, as if it could wash away the blood on his body.

He was clearly on land, but it was like diving in the deep sea.

both painful.

Happy again.

The next day when Su Jiao and Liu Hanyi went to school together, it was a sunny day.

Liu Hanyi said suddenly.

"Your stepmother is dead."

Su Jiao: "Huh?"

Liu Han casually handed him the phone.

Su Ban saw the title.

"What do you mean by a young man who stumbled and killed his mother in the rain?"

……

At the school gate, Su Jiao saw Su Chimian waiting there.

The incident of Su Bingxue's mother killing didn't seem to affect him at all, he leaned on the car door, looking indifferent and ascetic.

Su Jiao pretended not to see it.

Su Chimian stopped him.

Liu Han raised his eyelids and stood in front of Su Jiao: "What are you doing?"

Su Chimian paused and looked at Su Jiao.

Su Chimian: "Su Bingxue has something for me to bring to you."

Liu Han frowned slightly: "Why doesn't he come by himself?"

Before Su Chimian could speak, Liu Han said casually, "Oh - I know, can't you come?"

Su Chimian's eyes dimmed, he didn't argue with the other party, but just looked at Su Jiao.

The boy was still wearing a mask, and his amber eyes were faint.

Students surrounded him one after another, and they looked here curiously, many of them even recognized him.

Su Jiao didn't want to be surrounded by people, so she asked, "What is it?"

Su Chimian took out a roll of materials and gave it to Su Jiao.

After Su Ban took it, he said.

"He also said that he owes you an apology, and hopes that you can visit him when you have time. There are some things he wants to tell you personally."

Su Jiao smiled slightly: "Then you also give him a word for me."

"Just say no apologies, I won't forgive him," he said.

"Also, go to jail and stop dreaming."

Su Jiao only opened that document at night.

He finished his homework first, and then opened it unhurriedly.

Everything in the Su family is in the past for him, no matter what they do now, they can't disturb his rhythm and life.

He only pays attention to it in his free time.

However, everything on the information still made Su Jiao stand up.

This is evidence that Zheng Feng bribed people to set the fire.

In fact, Su Jiao had also heard the rumors that the fire in the kindergarten was actually caused by Zheng Feng.

But Su Jiao didn't believe such groundless rumors.

When rumors abound, the people at the center of the rumors are always committing all sorts of crimes, committing heinous crimes, and all kinds of unwarranted charges and speculations will be imposed on them.

Even a little malice will be infinitely magnified.

He suffered from it.

Zheng Feng deserved to be treated with such suspicion, but it didn't mean that Su Jiao would also suspect and speculate on her like this. After dating for more than ten years, he thought he knew her well.

She will have this kind of ending, after all, people will die for money, and birds will die for food.

After all, he didn't want to believe that people could be so vicious as to set fires for the sake of wealth.

Until this piece of evidence, so sharp, straightforward, and even glaringly placed on his desk, shattered all his luck.

Yes.

Humans can be so vicious.

The system noticed that something was wrong with Su Jiao's mood, so he hesitated: "Your Highness, this..."

"I always thought……"

Su Jiao took a deep breath and said in a low voice after a while: "It was an accident..."

Su Jiao forced herself to read all the evidence on the table. In the end, it was Su Bingxue's letter to him.

What is written in the letter is very simple.

"Zheng Feng is not dead, but seriously injured. Su Guodong decided to let her go abroad on fake death. He wants to know the hospital where she is. Come to me—Su Bingxue."

Su Jiao put away the evidence on the table expressionlessly.

Regarding the fire, maybe it was because it was too painful, maybe it was because he was too young, and he could recall very little of the details. It was just that when he saw the out-of-control fire, he would feel uncontrollably terrified.

But that night, Su Jiao had a dream about the fire.

The scorching flames devoured everything that could be devoured, and the cries of children could be heard everywhere, and everywhere they saw, there was smoke and fire.

"How many children..."

"The accident went smoothly, and the children were all rescued..."

Su Jiao heard someone yelling next to her ear: "Hey!! Su Jiao——"

……

He heard himself screaming with all his strength, howling in a sharp and childish voice——

As far as he could see, there were broken doors that were still burning, and dangerous wooden beams that had been smashed down. He was crazily calling someone's name.

He was choking and coughing, almost dying in pain, but it seemed that someone held his hand.

He seemed to hear a vague and indifferent voice.

——“I just said, you will regret it.”

He could only see a blurry black shadow. The thing he was holding melted into the flames. He could feel the scorching flames all over his body, but the palm he was holding was completely warm.

It was a unique and strange feeling. He seemed to be walking in the raging fire, the deep sea, and the abyss, but he held a warm star in the endless pain.

……

When Su Jiao woke up, she went to find Su Bingxue.

Su Bingxue was in prison and hadn't been interrogated yet. Su Jiao brought those materials and came to visit as a family member.

The prison guard who brought him here said that Su Bingxue's condition was very bad, and she was found to have some mental illness. Although her sentence could be reduced, she might not be able to escape the fate of spending her entire life in a mental sanatorium.

After seeing Su Bingxue, he was really haggard, but after seeing Su Jiao, his eyes lit up.

His lips moved, and after a while, he called his name in a hoarse tone.

"Su Banana."

It's not the contemptuous, indifferent, trampling, dismissive tone of before.

But cautious, pitiful, earnest, careful.

She was afraid that Su Jiao would turn around and leave.

Su Jiao ignored him, put down the stack of materials, and cut straight to the point, "Why do you have such a thing?"

Su Bingxue: "Let me apologize first."

He said in a weak, sad tone, "I'm sorry."

Su Jiao didn't like him, and said coldly and mockingly: "No matter what you and your mother do, don't take it for granted? What kind of apology is it now?"

Su Bingxue just repeated, "Su Jiao, I'm sorry."

Su Jiao didn't have any patience at all: "If your mouth can only say apology, then I'll leave."

Su Bingxue: "I'm sorry..."

Su Jiao said, "Stop apologizing, Su Bingxue."

Su Bingxue: "I'm sorry..."

Su Jiao looked at him for a while, then suddenly said, "Why are you apologizing?"

Su Bingxue looked at him blankly.

Su Jiao put down the materials, sat down, and said lightly, "Since you want to apologize, think about why you apologize to me, instead of just saying sorry like a repeater."

Originally, there was a time limit for visiting, but because I heard that Su Jiao was coming, Su Chimian was working in secret, so no one came to remind me.

Su Bingxue: "..."

So Su Bingxue turned into a stuck repeater.

Su Bingxue opened her mouth, and just when Su Jiao thought he was about to say something, she heard him ask, "Chen Meifang, are you still alive?"

He looked at Su Jiao stubbornly: "I think, I know this."

Su Jiao felt it was ironic, but at the same time felt it should be taken for granted. He curled up the corners of his lips and showed a beautiful smile.

Su Banana thought.

Su Bingxue is nothing more than that, does the young master who has been spoiled like this know what is right and what is wrong?

All he knows is to apologize to him, get his forgiveness, and get what he wants.

He never really realized the mistakes he had made.

He said coldly, "Can you tell me why?"

Su Bingxue didn't speak.

"Then about Chen Meifang."

The boy's voice was extremely clear and beautiful, yet it was like snow on a cold mountain, so cold that Su Bingxue felt three feet of ice.

"I don't know either," he said.

"Since we can't tell, let's go over this part." Su Jiao said, pushing the information, "Tell me about this."

……

After getting the address of Zheng Feng's hospital from Su Bingxue, Su Jiao was about to leave.

Suddenly I heard Su Bingxue say sorry again.

Su Jiao didn't bother listening to her ears at all, when she got up, she suddenly heard Su Bingxue say in a very low voice.

"When the fire burns on your body, it hurts. I shouldn't laugh at your burns. I'm sorry."

The boy's voice came through indistinctly through the perforated soundproof glass. It wasn't loud enough, but it was enough for Su Jiao to stop her walking forward.

He heard his very low voice.

"When someone laughs at you for being ugly, you will feel sad, feel ashamed, and even can't help agreeing with the other person's statement, and can't help hating yourself, or even loathing yourself...Before...saying you like that...bringing you such embarrassment before... Good feeling...sorry."

"It hurts so much when the knife is cut on your body, and when you wake up from the injury and can't see anyone, you are so scared. I... don't know... So, I put a thumbtack in your shoe to make you hurt, and deliberately let my brother I don't want to see you, it scares you, I'm very... sorry..."

"Deliberately trying to snatch away and break something you like... I'm sorry."

Su Bingxue spoke slowly and shamelessly at the beginning, but at the end, he slowly choked up.

He thought of the flames burning on his body and the knife cutting his face, of crying all night in a mental hospital with only mental patients pointing and laughing, thinking of the pain of the knife cutting his wrist when committing suicide, and thinking of the time after he became a gangster The policeman is strange and contemptuous, as if looking at the eyes of the gutter rats, thinking of going home desperately but being laughed at, thinking of the whole world being gloomy and gloomy, and the only salvation and joy left is washed away by the flood into a big dream...

He went to all the temples he knew to pray for Chen Meifang, but he still couldn't get rid of the pain that followed him everywhere.

Su Bingxue sobbed, and wiped her tears with handcuffed hands with difficulty, "Laughing at your humble status, looking down on your efforts and dreams... Yes, I'm sorry."

"Stolen your family and life, although not what I wanted...but... still, I'm sorry."

"It hurts when no one cares about you when you cry. I always make you cry, and I'm... sorry."

……

Su Jiao turned her back to Su Bingxue.

Life is short, ten years snap of the fingers.

One by one, those times when I hid in the corner and cried in pain, and my voice was hoarse in the night when no one was there.

Finally empathized with the culprit.

That's how it felt.

Su Jiao raised her head and tried her best not to let the weak tears flow down, but she couldn't help but her eyes were red, and she was so happy that she wanted to cry.

It seems that during that past, he was locked in the deep winter that he could not get out of.

But at this moment, he finally returned to those scarred pasts, and embraced the weak, poor self who was crying in the cold wind of deep winter.

He took a deep breath and laughed out loud.

He didn't say whether to forgive or not, but said it in a very light tone.

"Su Bingxue."

"There will be a period later."

And he finally bid farewell to the deep cold winter, and walked towards the rich spring day that belonged to the gods.

According to the address provided by Su Bingxue, Su Jiao found the hospital where Zheng Feng was.

This is a hospital invested by Su Chimian.

Zheng Feng is in the intensive care unit, and Su Jiao cannot see her.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital is not pleasant.

The boy stood quietly in the corridor, the sunlight fell on his shoulders through the glass, making him like a fragile lily of the valley.

Su Chimian walked up to the young man and put a coat on him: "Father announced that she passed away, and when she recovers, he will send her abroad."

Su Jiao: "Why didn't she die?"

"You can let her die too."

Su Chimian's tone was so calm that there were almost no waves, even with a little serious suggestion: "If you want, you can go in now and pull out her breathing tube."

Su Jiao looked at Su Chimian and said, "I don't want to go to jail."

Su Chimian said, "I can help you."

His tone was flat, but the eyes that fell on Su Jiao were pitiful and soft.

Su Jiao looked at him, her amber eyes were like pure and clean glass beads, yet a little heartless.

Su Chimian opened the door of the intensive care unit, and easily pulled out Zheng Feng's breathing tube.

Then the electrocardiogram beat rapidly, and the harsh alarm sounded.

Neither Su Jiao nor Su Chimian moved. The light in the intensive care unit was very dim. Half of the sunlight passed through Su Jiao and fell into the room. Su Jiao was against the light, and the shadow was elongated by the fangs and claws, but it was under Su Chimian's feet. It came to an abrupt end.

Su Chimian held the breathing tube, her amber pupils were facing the sun, and her whole body was covered by shadows.

Su Jiao's back was facing the sun, and there were shadows in her eyes.

The nurse ran in after hearing the warning, and was stunned for a moment when she saw two people standing facing each other.

"Give the breathing tube to the nurse."

Su Jiao said: "I still have something to ask her, she can't die yet."

"I know." Su Chimian said lightly, "But Jiaojiao, human life is not something to play with, and the decision I make will not change."

Zheng Feng began to pant in pain on the hospital bed——

Su Chimian: "You want me to help her die, I can do it."

"But you want her to live." Su Chimian said, "Just call me big brother."

Su Chimian was forcing him.

Su Jiao suddenly smiled.

He put one hand in his pocket, his lips curved in an arc, but there was a cold and cold haze in his eyes.

"Your brother died after being expelled from the Su family." Su Jiao said, "He won't, and can't affect any of your decisions."

At the moment when his voice fell.

In the nurse's dilated pupils, Zheng Feng's electrocardiogram beeped and turned into a gentle straight line.

At the same time, Su Jiao's voice sounded: "Su Chimian, she is like this, she deserves to be like this, and she deserves to die."

Standing in the sun, the handsome boy like lily of the valley looked at the stranger who was related to him by blood, and smiled slightly.

"You must go on your own way, and don't feel guilty."

"Otherwise, the dead will inevitably feel that you are hypocritical, pretentious and disgusting."