Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The sound of burning flames seemed to reappear.

It was like a stream of hot air wafting to my ears, bringing with it the smell of burning leather and blood.

In a moment of trance, he seemed to really see the pair of eyes that were trying to look at him.

Separated by the flames, separated by the broken glass, separated by the spring with flying pear blossoms.

Wen Can's pupils suddenly closed as if they were pierced by a needle.

Ye Kong took a step closer and asked him: "I remember everything - including her last words. I said I would tell you, but I was seven years late. Now..."

"It's getting late."

She was interrupted.

People were also stunned.

But Wen Can opened his eyes and smiled at her: "Go back and rest."

Ye Kong was still in shock when the door closed behind him.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at the door, as if she wanted to see the expression of the person behind it through the door and see through his heart.

But of course it was in vain.

Even after returning to his room to wash up and finally lying peacefully on the bed, Ye Kong still couldn't figure out - why?

His mother's last words, which were seven years late, were right next to his ears, but he chose to cover his ears.

why?

What is he thinking? How is he feeling at this moment?

Ye Kong tossed and turned, but finally sat up, called the front desk to bring him a stack of paper and a pencil, and started drawing.

I was originally going to draw a draft of "Stars", but I couldn't concentrate. As I was drawing, my pen sketched out the outline of Wen Can.

With just a few strokes, the eyes are drawn in great detail.

Ye Kong stared at it for a while before realizing that this was the scene of the dance party on the boat.

The moment he came to stop her from taking action, he looked at her eyes.

Oh I see.

Staring at the eyes on the paper, the eyes in my memory also emerged very clearly.

It was filled with great shock, yet also seemed very calm.

The contradictions are complex, but strangely thrilling.

Ye Kong stopped writing, lay on the table in a daze for a while, and touched his heart again: "It's not beating very fast."

She murmured, "But why am I so sure that I like him? I clearly don't know what love is..."

“I even cried!”

She sat up straight again and touched her eyes: "Am I really crying? Is this an illusion? Why am I crying?"

As she was talking, she simply got up and went into the bathroom, looking left and right, up and down in the mirror, but she could not find any trace of tears, not even red eye sockets, only dark circles that were obviously caused by staying up late.

The girl lowered her head heavily and sighed. After a while, she slowly raised her head and tried to recall her feelings at that time.

In fact, she was not aware of what she was thinking at that time. She just stared closely and intently at Wen Can who was being beaten in the dark.

So, was she crying because she felt heartbroken when she saw him being beaten?

She thought of the sea breeze at that time, and the black shadow that had been beaten in the night, and then denied this possibility.

She herself would not cry because of being beaten. No matter how badly or painfully she was beaten, she never shed a tear. After all, she did not seem to think that being beaten was such a terrible or painful thing, because for a wild child like her who had been fighting since childhood, physical torture was just child's play, and the humiliation and hardship of the soul was the real torment.

So, was it because she thought at the time that Wen Can’s soul was being tortured?

She saw her own eyes in the mirror.

Through those eyes, I saw Wen Can being beaten in the dark without making a sound.

Then, without warning, she remembered the Chi Machete.

Chi Wandao, who protected his son with his life and was still crying for his child at the last moment, would not know how heartbroken he would be if he saw that scene.

Wen Can was raised by his parents with healthy love until he was twenty years old. After losing his mother, he fell into the hell where his father turned into a devil. When he was beaten, he knew who was under the mask but had to pretend not to know, and he felt the man's hideous murderous intent. What was he thinking?

Rather, why was I the one crying and not him?

……

Ye Kong's mind was in a mess and he was confused for a while. When he raised his head again, a miracle happened again.

She saw that her eyes were red and her irises were clearly covered with a thin layer of water - and the image became blurred.

As the water drops fell heavily from her eyes, the girl sighed without any emotion: "Oh my God..."

·

The next day I slept until dawn.

When he woke up, Ye Kong was already prepared to receive the news - "Qin Wu has woken up."

As soon as he wakes up, the "war" will probably start completely.

But surprisingly, there was none.

I spent another day at the police station being questioned repeatedly, booking a return ticket, and then writing and drawing in the hotel.

On the third day, Qin Wu still didn't wake up.

When Ye Kong received the message, he was walking in the snack street holding Wen Can's hand, fully armed.

After listening to this, she said nothing, chewed the candied haws, turned around and handed the second one to Wen Can's mouth.

Wen Can bit the sugar coating and pulled the candy ball off the bamboo stick. Before he could chew it, he heard Ye Kong ask him.

"Is it sweet?"

"sweet."

Wen Can chewed the candy ball into pieces with a crunch and ate the orange inside, gradually revealing an indescribable expression.

Ye Kong laughed.

"Since it's sweet, I'll give it all to you. Don't waste it."

Wen Can, who was stuffed with a whole string of huge sour candied haws, had no choice but to obey and eat slowly with a mask on.

"Haven't you been out shopping for a long time?" Ye Kong asked.

"Aren't you too?"

"Yeah, we are all the kind of people who have no life." Ye Kong sighed.

The snack street was crowded with people. There were children riding on adults' necks, and elderly people who came to travel were supported by their children. They were shoulder to shoulder, bumping into each other and then leaving.

There were also many couples with children behind the snack stalls. Some of the children were doing their homework, and some were helping to collect money.

These vendors don't shout, so the only sounds are a combination of passers-by's talking, laughing, and footsteps.

Noisy and bustling.

Even though the temperature is very low, the heat is endless, making people feel warm when they see it.

"I used to like to come to places like this and just hang out."

"Looking for inspiration?"

Ye Kong shook his head: "I don't need to find inspiration, I am here to avoid inspiration. This kind of place will make me feel quiet, and all the messy images and stories in my mind will be cleared."

"Why? It's obviously very noisy."

"Maybe it's because I can't fit in, and I can't understand. People will always subconsciously become quiet in unfamiliar environments to protect themselves - at least that's what my brain does."

Just as he finished speaking, a series of stumbling footsteps suddenly approached from behind.

Before Ye Kong could turn around, Wen Can pulled him closer and helped him avoid the child who was bumping into him.

When I turned around, the adult had already rushed over, holding the little girl by the collar and apologizing to her repeatedly.

Ye Kong shook his head to indicate that it was okay.

After the adult and the child left, the two looked at each other.

Wen Can slowly loosened his hand, but was held back by Ye Kong again.

She looked down at his hand, which was wrapped in thick gauze and didn't look very nice. She then looked at his other hand.

Still holding the unfinished candied haws.

"Can you hold the candied haws with your other hand?"

Wen Can: ...