ABO number one taro ball

"Mr. Fu, the press conference is over. The police arrived at the scene and took Wei Lian away."

"Let his wife and children go."

Fu Yaozheng turned his head to look at the lightning shower outside the balcony, his eyes flashed with hatred: "Make arrangements before the trial, Xiaoyu's reputation, I will let him pay with his life."

"Yes."

The phone hangs up.

He threw away his phone, and switched the screen with the remote control of the TV. The screen went dark for a moment before turning on again. The screen was a little shaky at first, and a hand with knuckles was first adjusting the lens:

"This angle is fine."

A familiar voice came, and Xiao Naiyu's handsome face appeared on the screen, and his bright and energetic eyes seemed to be highlighted with a layer of highlights in the lens, as if stars were shining inside.

Anyone's attention will be immediately attracted by these smiling eyes.

"Okay, then I'll start."

He smiled happily at the camera, only Fu Yaozheng knew that he was smiling at himself who was obsessed with the camera at that time.

"Next, I will teach you how to knead the steamed buns. Kneading the steamed buns is actually not difficult. Take out the starch first, then add water and stir. Repeat this three times, and the dough will be formed. But this kneading force needs to be heavier."

He kneaded the dough vigorously while explaining.

That was a small routine he promised his fans to record.The benefits of breaking 500 million Weibo fans.

Fu Yaozheng happened to be at home at that time, so it was rare for him to be patient and help him pose for the camera.

At that time, Xiao Naiyu deliberately grew his hair longer for a role. During the kneading process, the bangs on his forehead fell down, and he had to raise his hand to lift his hair up. Accidentally got it on my face.

The people in the camera didn't realize it, Fu Yaozheng silently gestured at his face behind the camera as a reminder, Xiao Naiyu saw it and touched his face foolishly:

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Fu Yaozheng suddenly broke into the camera, walked up to the bewildered man, raised his hand and wiped a handful of flour on his face and handed it to him: "How can I record it when my face is full of flour? Idol burden No more?"

"Ah? Hahahaha" Xiao Naiyu realized that his hands were full of flour, and said stupidly, "Then I'm going to wash it off now?"

"...It doesn't matter if you don't wash it. Anyway, I'm the only one watching." He deliberately dipped his fingers in some flour, drew six white "beards" on the other's face, then held Xiao Naiyu's face, and said with a smile: "Kitten."

He leaned over to get closer, and Xiao Naiyu sensed his intentions, so he closed his eyes obediently, his long eyelashes were still black and thick, and he could only see them trembling slightly when he got closer.

A warm kiss was printed on his eyes.

The unattended camera captures the scene from a perfect angle.

After Xiao Naiyu's death, this video became Fu Yaozheng's only "analgesic".

Analgesia is only temporary, no different from anesthesia.

After anesthesia, the pain will not decrease at all, and may even become more severe.

A knife pierced his heart, but no one could pull it out. Not only could it not be pulled out, but the knife was still rotating 360 degrees in the flesh and blood, causing a blunt and blunt pain.

He didn't intend to go on like this any longer.

The picture on the TV stayed at the scene of the two kissing.

Fu Yaozheng picked up the gun at hand and pressed it against his chin.His gaze still fell softly on that emptiness image, on the person who could never be kissed or hugged again, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I won't do it after I say it." Let you alone, don't be afraid."

He closed his eyes, no more tears to shed.

The slender fingers skillfully squeezed the trigger.

There was a loud bang of thunder, covering the sound of gunshots.

Maybe the gun never had a chance to go off.

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"Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng? Woke up, the floor is cold, go back to bed and sleep."

who is calling me?

Fu Yaozheng's consciousness gradually came back, he heard the sound of fireworks in the distance, and the voice of his mother calling nearby.

I can also feel a slight chill under my body.

Is it tiles?

"Wake up? Son? Sleepy?"

The voice was louder, so real, he opened his eyes, the white light hurt his eyes, he had to close them slowly before opening them again.

"Are you awake? You said you were going to watch the new year for your mother, but fell asleep on the ground? What should I do if I catch a cold?"

Fu Yao stared blankly at the woman in front of him, she was a younger and more beautiful mother than he remembered.

"Mom? How did you become younger?"

"..." Yao Qing tapped his son's forehead lightly, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, is your mouth so sweet just after waking up?"

Fu Yaozheng's brain was originally like a paste, and when his mother touched it lightly, he spun around in an instant.

While he was in confusion, a voice sounded in his ears:

"Dear friends, are you ready for 2010? Let's count down together!"

"10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1!"

"Happy New Year!"

Fu Yaozheng watched the New Year's party on TV in disbelief, thinking he had heard it wrong, but the word "live broadcast" hung brightly on the upper right corner of the TV screen.

"How many years is it now?!" He grabbed his mother's arm and asked eagerly.

"Are you really sleepy?" Yao Qing worriedly touched his son's forehead, thinking that he didn't even have a fever.

"It's 2010. It's past twelve, and you're 19 years old."

19 years old, 19?

What a beautiful number.

Fu Yaozheng stood up from the ground and looked around at all the furnishings in the living room.

This is indeed his home ten years ago!

This is the new villa that my mother moved here three years after my father passed away.

The decoration and layout of the living room are all familiar from his memory!

He clenched his right hand, suddenly remembered something, and suddenly looked at the ground, where there was only a black TV remote control on the place where the gun was originally placed!

He touched his neck, but it was intact, he obviously pulled the trigger, the gun should have pierced his artery!

But not only did he not die, but he went back to 10 years ago? !

Which one is reality and which one is fantasy?

"Where's my laptop?"

"Computer? In the study. It's already late and you still want to play on the computer? Hey! What are you running?"

Yao Qing saw his son staggering and running upstairs, and could only follow quickly in a daze.

Fu Yaozheng ran to the study and found his own computer, which was a gift from his father for his entrance into higher education.

Fu Yaozheng used it for eight years, and he didn't carefully store it until the computer was seriously aging.

And the one he touched now was still very new from the outside, so it couldn't have been used for eight years.

If he could go back to the age of 15, he might still be able to meet his father who was still alive.

The old man is gone, Fu Yaozheng withdrew his thoughts, and only wanted to grasp what was still in front of him.

After booting normally, a blank box for entering the password pops up on the interface.

His fingers stopped on the keyboard for a while, and he typed the four numbers "0624" from memory.

The screen is unlocked, and the black-and-white and gray-tone desktop jumps out.

Looking at the computer that started up, he felt bitterness in his heart. June 6 was Lin Chishu's birthday and the day he passed away.

His vision was blurred for a moment, he lowered his head and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and took another deep breath to calm himself down completely.

There are still ten years before the tragedy of the last life, and he still has a chance to redeem everything, now is not the time to be sad.

He skillfully opened the browser, his fingers trembling slightly, and he adapted to the input method ten years ago after spelling a few misspellings. Five minutes later, the seven words "Jiye Welfare Institute Official Website" appeared in the search box.

A web page mainly in blue is loaded.

Fu Yaozheng quickly found the contact number at the bottom of the page.Picking up the phone, he dialed it, regardless of the fact that the time was approaching one o'clock in the morning, and the other party might have already rested.

When Yao Qing rushed to the study, he saw his son holding a mobile phone, and the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was anxious or excited.

"Answer the phone, answer the phone, answer the phone!"

Fu Yaozheng muttered, the hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

God felt sorry for him, when the number [-] was redialed, someone finally picked it up.

"Jiye Town Welfare Institute, who are you?" The person who answered the phone was a middle-aged woman, who yawned immediately after speaking, with a slightly impatient tone.

Fu Yaozheng didn't care about it at all, and just asked anxiously: "Hello, may I ask, is there a kid named Xiao Naiyu here?"

"Huh? Xiao Naiyu?"

"Yes...!" Fu Yaozheng quickly asked as if he had been saved: "Can you let him answer the phone? Let me hear his voice?"

"...I can't satisfy your request. First, your identity is unknown, so I can't be sure what your intention is. Second, the children here are already asleep. It's already late. The child has no father and no mother, and the New Year's Eve is not going well, I can't wake up the child because of your inexplicable phone call." The middle-aged woman said: "You must show the relevant documents before I can let you contact the children. Hope you cooperate."