I didn't expect you to be such a bear Er!

But it was too late.

The passing of life will always be much stronger than the power to save it.

In the dim room, even though the curtains were not drawn, the light could no longer escape the slightest bit of light from the cloudy sky.

The messy books, the overturned black tea, and the bright red floor stalls looked like blood dripped on them.

The suffocating silence divided the space into pieces of broken glass, and the cracks were spreading. On one side stood Qiandai and Fuji, while on the other side was an old man who was peacefully sleeping on the recliner, and there was another man kneeling at his feet. Silent like a stranded fish boy.

Qiandai felt her head roaring, and something clearly told her another frightening fact with a stern voice, like the sound of a saw cutting flesh and blood.

She walked over step by step, as if walking on the tip of a knife, and felt like a puppet on a string, numb and messy.

Bu Er has always been by Qiandai's side, he did not expect this matter to come to this situation today, let alone this well-known old man in the literary world would leave in such a way.

On the one hand, he felt pity and regret, and also a little sad, but he also understood why this proud old man would end his life so easily.

But none of these can overcome Fujiu Zhouzhu's worry and protection for Qiandai at this time.

He glanced at the young man who hadn't changed his posture since they came in.

"Are you satisfied now? Are you satisfied with the result?"

Qiandai's voice was very soft, but in such a distorted atmosphere, it was as sharp as a sharp knife.

A trace of surprise flashed through Buer's opened eyes, looking at the calm and unusual Qiandai, he calmly got closer to her.

"The teacher has always said I'm sorry for you. If it wasn't because you were anxious to celebrate his birthday, your parents wouldn't have had a car accident and let you witness his death with your own eyes."

"So when he asked me not to announce your plagiarism, I agreed. Because my heart softened."

Qiandai looked down at the young man who had always been like a statue, her sea-blue eyes were as indifferent as ice, "But now I regret it. If I announced it, the teacher would not atone for your sins to his most beloved literature. "

"Why? Why is it not you who died, but the teacher? Tell me."

Qiandai squatted down and looked directly at the young man's handsome face. She was still beautiful and graceful, and she still spoke such harsh words with a kind of calm elegance, "Whose fault is this?"

Hearing this, the originally silent boy finally moved, and Fuji who had been watching quietly took another step forward.

The pure black hair of the boy raised his head and fell on his sickly pale face, with a kind of gloomy magnificence. The corner of his mouth traced an arc. The first thing he looked at was the boy who looked like a patron saint behind Qiandai, with that horrifying gaze, Let Fujisuke suddenly tense his muscles.

Then he looked at Qiandai and said, "Of course it's your fault. Everything is your fault, so why don't you die..."

The sudden burst of light narrowed Bu Er's eyes for an instant, and he instinctively wanted to block it with his hand, but the moment he raised his hand, he seemed to feel something, as if he was grabbing at the side, but he only grabbed it. Feeling a smooth touch, followed by a heavy and merciless blow of Sap.

The shattering sound of glass and the girl's exclamation made the fallen boy's heart feel like a knife, but the dizziness still came like a tide, with an irresistible force.

When he woke up again, everyone told him that his girl was gone.

Everyone thought that he would be irritable or even crazy, but Fuji Zhousuke just lay calmly on the bed, touching the bandage on his head, and the tingling reminded him to say to the police: "I'm sorry."

The Nishikori family was very anxious when they heard that their daughter was tied up, and Nishikori's mother was so anxious that she passed out. Compared with Buer Zhousuke lying quietly on the bed, it is too indifferent to eat and sleep.

At least on the surface.

Another late night.

Tossing and turning in the dream, the young man with tears streaming down his eyes was awakened by the sound of a bell urging him to death.

Finally, the love that sickened him had finally worked.

Fujisuke's eyes were clear, accompanied by the cold moonlight.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"Senior Fuji, are you happy? I am very happy."

"Do you know, Senior Fuji, if you are happy, I will be very happy. But if you are not happy, I think I will still be happy."

☆、Chapter62, remembering