dark white star

The air on the truck was a bit humid and stuffy, and there was a vague fishy smell if you smelled it carefully.

Liu Xiaorong's body bumped along with the truck, she sat quietly in the compartment, at first glance she seemed dead, only the occasional blink of her eyelids could tell that there was still a trace of life.

After passing a row of speed bumps ahead, Han Wei opened the car window a crack, and then threw down the toothpick for picking his teeth.

"Where are you now?" Han Wei turned his head and asked Lai Pitou who was driving next to him, the empty plastic bottle he was clutching out of boredom rattled.

"It's still early!" Lai Pi supported a pair of old glasses that he wore to pretend to be an X, and he seemed to know the road very well, pointing while driving, "We've only been on the road for a few hours. Come on, how many times have you passed the rest stop?"

Han Wei smacked his lips, took a deep breath, and turned his head to the other side. The slope of the highway outside was covered with yellow soil, showing faint signs of turning green.

The car they borrowed was not old, and like all the trucks on the road, it was not the least bit noticeable.

Only the people in the car knew that there were eight kilograms of private goods hidden in the baskets of frozen meat, fruits and vegetables in the back compartment of the truck.

These seemingly pure and flawless powders can ruin many people's family prospects and futures with just a touch of fingernails.

Wan Liang coughed a little, and moved the basket of cabbage next to him to the side. The bamboo basket made a creaking sound, which seemed to startle Liu Xiaorong who was huddled in the corner.She looked up in horror.

"Han Wei, do you think you are superfluous?" Lai Pitou whistled out of tune happily, "Bring a woman out, it's troublesome."

Han Wei shook his legs, wanting to relieve even a little of the fatigue from sitting in the car for so long, he paused after hearing Lai Pitou's words, and then replied dullly: "She is my wife."

"I know," Lai Pitou was amused, "I didn't say no."

Han Wei has been thinking for a while this time, and he seems to be thinking about how to give a more convincing answer, "It's better to have women on the road than no women."

Lai Pitou showed a wretched smile, he nodded while smiling and said, "Understood, I understand."

"She also gave birth to a son for me..." Han Wei seemed to remember something, he muttered, the sky outside the car window was getting dark little by little.

"...Someone advised me not to do this before," Wan Liang didn't care whether the woman in the corner could hear him or not, so he just said that, "Now that I think about it, what he said still makes sense."

Wan Liang bowed, took a piece of radish from the basket, wiped it on his clothes, put it in his mouth and chewed it, the transparent juice dripped down the stubble at the corner of his mouth, and gradually became turbid .

"Actually, I didn't want to be like this at the time." He smiled self-deprecatingly, "It was so good before, brothers were all by my side, calling out Brother Liang one by one, and I didn't have to think about it all day long. Make trouble, go to the police station once every two weeks..."

As he spoke, Wan Liang's voice gradually became weaker. He took a deep breath and let out a sneer from his nasal cavity. It's ridiculous to think about the past now.

"I'm just a little sorry for the little brother who persuaded me before, and I demolished his house." Wan Liang slowly gnawed the radish in his hand, "When he first came to our place, I knew He's not from here."

Black clothes and black trousers, neat cropped hair, simple luggage in hand, not too many words, and cold eyes.

The tattoo wound on the wrist is still not cleaned well, it looks a bit scary.

Han Xie walked into the building in such a way that strangers should not enter.

On the first night, he beat the little bastard he sent to explore the wind out of the building, and rolled down the steps to the open space on the first floor, unable to get up for a long time.

"I won't mess with you, and you don't mess with me either." Han Yu clutched a disused chair with a wounded right hand, dripping blood flowed out from the black sleeve, fainted to the ground and bloomed small flowers Rufous flowers.

Wan Liang slowed down, wiped the radish juice on his hands on his pants, and continued: "That child is probably eighteen or nineteen years old."

In a dark corner that he couldn't see, Liu Xiaorong's body suddenly shook violently, and there seemed to be a strange light in her eyes, and she leaned forward calmly.

"Afterwards, he hung out with me," Wan Liang said with a bit of regretful pride, "That kid is alone, on the surface he treats you very well, but in fact he doesn't know what he's thinking behind his back."

Every time Wan Liang looks at Han Yu, he always feels that there is something indescribable and deep in his eyes, which is not something a child of his age can have.

"But let's say he is alone. Sometimes people are nice." Wan Liang scratched his hair somewhat incomprehensibly. All the money on his body is given to others, do you think there is something wrong with him?"

Wan Liang hadn't talked like this for a long time, and he suddenly remembered that the woman in the corner wouldn't listen to him, so he shut up a little embarrassingly.

As a result, the moment he lowered his head, he saw the light in the woman's eyes.

"Maybe..." Han Wei rounded up what he had just said dully, cleared his throat and continued.

The feeling of having an audience is like sitting on the curb and talking nonsense with your brothers every day.

"To be honest, I think it was a stupid decision for me to help Wei Wei in the first place," Wan Liang woke up and made a loud noise, "It's an even more stupid decision to escape with him behind his back."

"But what can I do?" Wan Liang didn't really want to look into the woman's eyes, "If I don't do this, I will have to wait to die. I know he will abandon me, sooner or later."

"Help me," Liu Xiaorong suddenly rushed forward, grabbing Wan Liang's sleeve without letting go, her bloodshot eyes stared at the regretful man in front of her, "help me escape."

The gentle wind blows the curtains of the ward, Han Xie has been staring out of the window for a long time in a daze, and he suddenly remembered some previous things, before meeting Zhou Yan.

The greenery slowly stained the branches, and the breath of spring gradually became clearer. Han Xie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. In his imagination, there was the fragrance of green grass and flowers, but in reality there were only disinfectant water and cold water in the ward. The decaying smell of stainless steel.

He slowly opened his eyes, the rose on his wrist was still a bit dazzling, he lifted it up and looked at it carefully, thinking seriously in his heart whether to change this pattern into something else after he was discharged from the hospital.

"Is it better?" Zhou Yan gently pushed open the door of the room, and raised the thermos in Han Yu's hand towards Han Yu who was on the bed, "Your Auntie Li specially made the soup for you, and asked me to bring it to you."

Han Yu smiled, pointed to the chair next to him and motioned Zhou Yan to sit down, "Today is better, it's not that I haven't been hospitalized before, and I don't go to the hospital more often when I have an accident, in fact, there is no need to take care of me like this .”

Zhou Yan raised her eyebrows immediately, "You are my boyfriend, if I don't take care of you, who will I take care of?"

Even after hearing this word countless times, Han Xie still felt unavoidable heart palpitations, he lowered his head in panic, and tugged at the quilt that was not wrinkled at all.

"Also, it used to be the past, and now you have me." Zhou Yan sat down, put the thermos bucket on the bedside cabinet, then skillfully took out the bowls and chopsticks in the cabinet, poured hot water to put them Burn it again, "Your Auntie Li has been stewing the soup for a long time, you must finish it all, you hear that? And that fruit and so on was bought by your Uncle Zhou, and I brought it here."

Han Yu instantly felt embarrassed, "Uncle Zhou bought it himself, why did you bring it here?"

"He said it was for you," Zhou Yan poured out the soup, tried the temperature first, then blew it cold and handed it to Han Yu's mouth, "Look how much our family loves you, I didn't This treatment."

Han Yu tilted her head awkwardly to take a sip of the soup, and in the next second she was about to snatch the spoon from Zhou Yan's hand and do it herself, "I'll do it myself."

Zhou Yan didn't force much, and after setting up the small table, he left it to him, "I've already dealt with the school affairs for you, but the matter of beating up that little bastard hasn't passed yet, and your head teacher wants you to write A copy of the review is over, I'll take a look," Zhou Yan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and glanced at the message on it, and then said, "One thousand words, hand it in after you leave the hospital."

"Review?" Han Yu's eyes widened, and the soup in his mouth was almost swallowed, "A thousand words?"

"Well," Zhou Yan pulled the tissue at hand to help him wipe it clean, "Is it too much? I also think it's a bit too much, how about I tell your teacher another day?"

"No, no," Han Xie put down the bowl and waved his hands again and again, "I thought I would be expelled from school or something..." Her voice became smaller and smaller, and Han Xie looked at Zhou Yan's face that was gradually sinking.

"It was like this when I was in high school," Han Yu said slowly but sincerely, "The school asked me to drop out. It was my mother who begged me for a long time before the principal let me stay..."

Zhou Yan was stunned for a while, and continued to help him wipe up the splashed soup before slowly saying: "Well, it won't be like this in the future."

"What?" Han Yu didn't hear clearly.

"I said," Zhou Yan handed the spoon back to Han Yu's hand, looked at him with a smile and said, "This will never happen again, I will protect you well . starting today."

Han Yu paused obviously, and even forgot to take back the spoon. He looked at Zhou Yan's face carefully, and said in a low voice, "Zhou Yan, what pattern do you like?"

The wind blows, bringing a soft fragrance of flowers, which blows into the ward like cotton wool.

Spring has really arrived.

The author has something to say: Spring is here, and the animals are here again...

Cough, wrong, wrong... The author blushed, and walked away shyly (crossed out).

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