Thousands of silence

It was night in the city, the rain stopped, and a police car drove through the street at an extremely fast speed, causing splashes on the ground.

The central square was crowded with people, and a group of aunts dancing in the square played the music deafeningly.Zhuang Xiaoque shuttled through the crowd, covering his ears with his hands, anxiously looking for the boy who had just gone away from him.

"Qianqian, Fan Ziqian!" She shouted loudly over and over again, but her voice was quickly drowned out, and the person who was holding her hand just now was squeezed out at some point.

She looked around for the tall and thin figure, but there were too many people in the square, her eyes were stung by the light, and she could hardly see the surroundings clearly.

She came to the main road of the city from the depths of the square, and looked across the stream of vehicles. Suddenly a bunch of high-beam car lights came from a distance, and she vaguely saw the scene on the other side of the street. After standing down, she finally saw the person opposite.

He was wandering there with nothing to do, and was about to go to another fork in the road.

Zhuang Xiaoque shouted: "Qianqian!"

The man heard it and finally turned around.

She waved to him, smiled, and felt a warm and romantic atmosphere echoed by the square and street lights. They were like a couple in a Korean drama, calling each other and shouting "I love you", even if this voice will always be drowned in traffic.

Thinking this way, she ran across the road.

As the headlights approached, a police siren sounded faintly, Fan Ziqian also approached, that pale face smiled in her eyes, her seductive eyes had already absorbed her soul, now only the body was running.

Before a city falls into chaos, there are always touching and ambiguous little stories. Each plot seems familiar, and the coincidence is so chilling. When you tear fate and try to make it unusual, fate is also tearing looking at you.

After a loud brake sound that resounded through the sky, it seemed that the whole city fell silent, and the siren was still ringing, but it was even louder.People stopped one after another, the music of the square dance stopped, the cars on the road also stopped, the light and the darkness drove each other away.

"The police car hit someone!" These were the last words Zhuang Xiaoque heard before losing consciousness.

The police hurriedly got out of the car to check. One of the policemen took out his mobile phone to contact the traffic police. They were criminal policemen who were going to a certain school to handle criminal cases.

Just when everyone was watching, a boy came out from the crowd. He boldly came to the girl, squatted down, put his hand into her pocket, took out a ring, put it on his hand, and when the police saw it and left the scene before stopping.

He said as he walked, "I found it."

"Why is it so noisy outside?" Chai Rui, who was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the coffee shop, kept stirring the coffee in his hand, looking at the chaos on the road outside the window and murmured.

"It seems to be a car accident." Han Yan finished his last sip of coffee with a calm face.

Chai Rui smiled, leaned forward, reached out to wipe the coffee from the corner of Han Yan's mouth, and let out a clear and pleasant laugh, "Husband, I haven't seen my parents for a long time."

"Let's go on the weekend." Han Yan said.

Chai Rui nodded and smiled more gently.During this time, their lives have gradually become dull and happy, at least it seems so.Although there are rotten emotions hidden in the gorgeous walls, there are resentment and hatred, pain and helplessness, but no one wants to dig it open, to peep into the decay like tearing one's own heart.

She opened a novel in front of her and said lightly: "Love is beauty that cannot be possessed."

Han Yan smiled, turned his head to look at a floor lamp at the end of the coffee shop, his eyes showed approval.

"It's beautiful," he exclaimed amusedly.

"Sometimes, I feel like a curse between us, I curse you, you curse me, no one can get love." Chai Rui raised the corners of her lips and said lightly.

"It's not each other who cast the curse, it's love."

"Han Fang, if one day Fan Ziqian comes back to you, you will..."

"Will do."

That's right, it's a curse, and they're still standing at the original point, falling in love with someone, falling in love to the dust, loving love to death, and engraving that person's name on the stone tablet, remembering forever .

In fact, what she wants to ask is: "Will you have any pity for me?"

He said he would.

Chai Rui stopped talking, picked up her coffee and looked out the window until a familiar car came into her sight, at the same time, Han Yan's cell phone rang.

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