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Jiang Ping's knife failed to be delivered, she raised her head in astonishment, and was facing a face so familiar that she could dream of it every night.

"Jiang Ping." The deep and slightly hoarse voice was full of exhaustion, "Why do you have to target me?"

Failed again!Jiang Ping looked at her brother for the first time, but saw her brother staring at Jiang An. It seemed that she hadn't seen her handing out the knife. She felt relieved, but then she burst into anger.It's him again, it's him again, Jiang An, Jiang An, Jiang An, whenever Jiang An is around, my brother never looks at me!

Jiang Ping roared in her heart, while Jiang An breathed a sigh of relief.He had been wary of Jiang An's actions since just now, and it was revealed earlier than he thought that Jiang An's matter could not be completely resolved. Now it seems that Jiang An has no intention of stopping them.

What exactly Jiang An's attitude is has always been vague, it seems to support all his decisions, and it seems to deny everything he does.Jiang An knew that he could not hold onto Jiang An, just as he had been unable to disobey any of Jiang Ping's decisions.Now I just hope that Jiang An's indulgence towards Jiang Ping is still there, yes, indulgence, Jiang An's every move from the very beginning shows his indulgence towards Jiang Ping's actions, that is more indifferent than him indulgence.

"I'm sorry." Jiang An said.What exactly I'm sorry for, but Jiang An couldn't say.Maybe I'm just sorry for being with you for so long. I didn't give up on me at the most difficult beginning, and I always found you when I needed company, but I chose to abandon you at the last moment.Anyway, sorry.

Jiang An was taken aback, and subconsciously let go of the hand holding the knife.

Not thank you, but sorry?

For the first time, Jiang An felt that he could not understand his past self.

At the same time, Jiang An and Jiang Ping held each other's hands and left from the door. A police car would arrive at any moment. Jiang An didn't plan to take his sister to continue the adventure, and just contacted Jiang An after they settled down.Jiang An is confident that he can escape the police, and he is also confident that he can contact Jiang An. He never thought of really abandoning this friend, but he probably has to wait for his sister to accept Jiang An before contacting him.Judging from the current mental state of my sister, it will be impossible to talk for a long time.

It wasn't until He Qi passed by that Jiang An regained his composure.He looked at his unscathed palm in a daze, and remembered Jiang An's "I'm sorry" just now, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Taking advantage of Jiang An's trance to break into his world, occupying a place, and at the same time provoking Jiang Ping to gain dislike, and providing information for He Qi's investigation path to gain favorability.At this point, Jiang An should be full of gratitude to himself, and wants to use this feeling to achieve other purposes.If Jiang An thinks so, then the measure that Jiang An should take is to sincerely thank him. Why, feel guilty?

No, it's normal to have guilt, what's abnormal is why he's surprised by it, can't even accept it.

Jiang An leaned against the door, looking at the ceiling.This is an environment that he is extremely familiar with, a place he wants to return to all the time after he gets the black skin.But now there is only me in this place, only me who is confused.

Unable to accept the guilt I feel for myself.Jiang An held his chest in pain, and faced everything in his heart frankly. He couldn't accept guilt, moral torture, and... He obviously wanted to get something, but he could only let it go.

I don't want to experience this feeling of powerlessness again.

Jiang An closed his eyes, and the scenes he thought he had forgotten flashed before his eyes.The blood splattered on Jiang Ping's face, Jiang An's body still twitching on the ground, the young him endured the pain of tearing his heart, and said the words of burying friendship in a calm and cruel tone.Clearly wanting to stay, clearly wanting to cherish the hard-won friendship and admiration, clearly not wanting to be bound by the words of his father and his sister, but still cut off the last trace of attachment, and resolutely threw himself into the moral vortex, enduring the eternity torture.

Is there any use in guilt?Guilt can't bring back his first and last friend when he was a child. Guilt can't bring back that brother Aubrey who always smiles gently and his eyes are always full of melancholy. Guilt can't bring back that cute and cute little sister.It's too late, if you only feel guilty and do nothing, it's too late.Jiang An, do you want to redeem our friendship with this simple guilt?

Do not make jokes.

Don't be kidding, how could I allow you to easily get what I couldn't do at the beginning!

Jiang An almost staggered and ran downstairs, passed by the surprised He Qi, and slammed Jiang An's shoulders, panting heavily, his black eyes filled with crazy whirling storms, "Jiang An, you know How did Jiang Xueru die back then?"

The rustling of leaves in early summer is gone, the warm sun is gone, the light breeze is gone.

Jiang An twitched the corner of his mouth, his voice was dry and hoarse, "I know."

Jiang Ping's uneasy face changed color when she heard the words, she pushed Jiang An away viciously, and asked loudly, "What do you mean!"

"Are you sure that what you know is the truth?" Jiang An took two steps back, unwilling to let go.

Jiang Ping stood in front of her brother and said angrily, "This is our family's business! How your mother died has nothing to do with you!"

At this time, He Qi rushed over from behind and pulled Jiang An when she saw this. She could feel that Jiang An's situation was not right.

"Jiang Ruiwen killed Jiang Xueru? Do you believe this kind of idiot? Your father loved your mother so much, how could he kill her? Have you never doubted it?" Jiang An fell to the ground and asked Jiang An.Since you are unwilling to seize this friendship with your own hands, then let me destroy it with my own hands.

He Qi looked at Jiang An in shock.Jiang Ruiwen is Jiang An's father, and Jiang Xueru is Jiang An's mother.Back then, Jiang Ruiwen killed Jiang Xueru, fled with his son and daughter and was arrested after two years. There was something strange about being thrown into prison, but she only vaguely checked this kind of thing, and there was no conclusion. Son suddenly mentioned, does he know something?

Jiang An took two steps back in embarrassment. He lowered his head and said evasively, "Time is running out, Jiang Ping, we should..."

"Jiang An, you are a coward!"

"Our family matters have nothing to do with you!" Jiang An stood still, took a deep breath, and regained his firmness, "I can handle it myself."

"Can I handle it? How can I handle it?" Jiang An knows himself too well, so he won't give himself a chance to escape. "Do you want to watch your mother being pushed down the stairs by your sister? Or watch your father take the blame for your sister? Do you still have to take care of her?" When is Jiang Ping? How long are you going to lie to yourself?"

He Qi blinked, trying hard to digest what he just heard.Jiang Ping...killed Jiang Xueru, Jiang Ruiwen was Jiang Ping's scapegoat?Wait, why is it a bit messy.

Jiang An's face was pale.

"Would you like me to recount the scene at that time?" Jiang An approached, "When I was eight years old, on the roof of the department store, my mother asked you to take a photo of her and Jiang Ping. How did Jiang Ping push her down in front of you? The entire 23 floors, looking down from a high altitude, can only see a little bit of blood."

"do not talk……"

"In the end, what did my father say at the time? Keep things secret, keep Jiang Ping whatever you say? What is the value of protecting such a person? Why do father, mother, and even you have to devote all their energy to protecting her? Why!" Jiang An was in a daze, as if he had said something he never dared to say.

"She's my sister..." Jiang An crouched down, covered his face, and said in a muffled voice, "She's my sister."

"Brother!" Jiang Ping hurriedly comforted her brother who seemed to be fearless on weekdays. The scene she had never seen aroused her uneasiness. She glared at the culprit who caused all this and said loudly, "Yes, everything is true. I did it! What's the point of that bitch, she's hogging my brother's heart all day and all night, so I pushed her down. Dad is also hiding, and my brother doesn't laugh anymore, so I call Police. Brother, only me alone is enough, you will only make him suffer more and more injuries, only I am the most worthy of brother, only I..." Her voice became warm and soft, "Brother, we Run away, just the two of us, get out of here, get out of this place where everyone else is, I won't make you sad."

Jiang An looked at it coldly.

My heart seemed to freeze, and everything was brutally revealed, like watching a long and boring puppet show, which was full of blood and irrationality, and the extreme way of thinking was like a fairy tale.

Strangely, Jiang An didn't feel lonely, because he knew that there was someone who felt exactly the same as him, and that person was relying on Jiang Ping's strength to stand up from the ground and meet his gaze.

He Qi's furious roar was extremely noisy, and Jiang Ping and He Qi quarreled again. The theme was: "On the difference between a lunatic and a normal person."There may be subtle differences, but in Jiang An's view, they are almost the same.

If you are a good friend, leave room for the other party to keep secrets.

Jiang An is well aware of this, and now, he has broken this rule, and now, he is waiting for his response.

"Thank you." Jiang An suddenly said softly before stepping into the police car, "Also, I'm sorry."

The police car roared by, and the sound of the siren was extremely harsh, even worse than He Qi's sound of kicking a tree in anger.

Is this the answer?So, why do you have to apologize?

Either use it completely, or make up for it with all your strength.Sorry, what's the use?

Jiang An looked up at the blue sky, the cold air in May had already faded, and the warm sun shone on his body, making him very comfortable.

Maybe an apology is useless, but my mood is much better.

I have always lived with the attitude of completing tasks, have I missed a lot?

If only I could honestly say "I'm sorry" when I poisoned Brother Aubrey, if I could say "goodbye" to 100 favored objects every time I leave the world, if I could enjoy the service a little It would be nice to care about the mood of the people who provide the service, if...

Even if it might not work, if it could be done, wouldn't my heart be so heavy now?

Jiang An, thank you.

I seem to know what I'm missing.

The author has something to say: The bloodsickness comes from the death of a friend, and the fear of heights comes from the death of her mother, all of which are caused by Jiang Ping.

The sister-in-law is due to Jiang An's way of life. He has always regarded life as a task, set a goal, and then tried his best to complete him.And before his father entered the prison, he had entrusted him to take good care of his younger sister, so Jiang An has been taking care of his younger sister honestly, conscientiously and caringly, covering up and pampering her no matter what she did.

Life is so lonely like snow, drifting like a duckweed.

I have already written off the rails. Except for the fact that the incident is expressed, the narrative method and words do not know where it came from. I would like to thank [m] classmate Lei and [Yinyue Bingyue] classmate yesterday (or the day before yesterday?) Landmines, it is certain to fill in the pits, but I don’t know what the final ending will be written by me.