Huo Shao's little goblin has a soft waist and a sweet heart, and is spoiled

Hearing this, Zhou Mochen opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes, dazed and confused.

Hallucination again?

For more than 100 days, living in purgatory, he would think of suicide tens of thousands of times every day, but whenever a girl's face popped up in his mind, he immediately reined in the precipice.

Another hallucination!

This damn illusion!

cheat!It's all deception!

"What's your name? Jiang..." The police officer didn't think about it for a long time: "Oh, it's Jiang Niannian!"

The police officer's voice echoed in the narrow single room, and Zhou Mochen's dirty head moved slightly.

Zhou Mochen, who had just been lying on the bed motionless like a dead fish, suddenly stood up, his scarlet eyes hidden behind his messy hair showing a bit of excitement and joy.

His voice was rough and he called out three words: "Jiang Niannian..."

The police officer was a little surprised when he saw his reaction. He was stunned for two seconds: "7026, someone is visiting the prison, do you see him?"

"See."

Zhou Mochen didn't speak for a long time. When he thought of seeing her, he felt like a rabbit jumping up and down in his heart. He panicked for several seconds before regaining his senses.

The young man lowered his head and looked at himself in a filthy state. His dirty hair covered most of his face. His complexion was sallow and his cheeks were sunken due to poor food.

"and many more……"

The police officer came closer, smelled his scent, and became a little impatient: "So what?"

"I want to...clean up."

"Tsk, it's not a blind date, you..." The police officer thought that he would be shot tomorrow and didn't want to say anything more.

Zhou Mochen sat in a wheelchair and approached the pool. He instinctively took a few sips of water with his hands, then wet his hair and combed it into a decent shape.

Because it hasn't been cleaned for a long time, it took a long time to scrub away the dirt before it was clean.

He didn't have extra time to stay here, so he only cleaned the visible areas.

face, neck, hands,

"Is that okay?" Zhou Mochen raised his eyes and looked at the impatient police officer standing at the door.

He lowered his head inadvertently. To be honest, there is no more beautiful man than Zhou Mochen in this prison.

Even if he is now disabled and severely malnourished, it will not affect the exquisiteness of his facial features.

The police officer really couldn't say anything nice to a man, so he could only say with a hint of unnatural disgust: "It's okay, that's enough. Sir, would you like to put on some lipstick for you?"

Although he said so, the police officer would still take the initiative to push the wheelchair for him. Perhaps it should be said that this was compassion for a dying man.

On the way to see Jiang Niannian, Zhou Mochen was still sorting out his clothes. The police officer brought him a new set of yin and yang clothes, so he looked relatively clean.

With a 'squeak', the door opened.

Jiang Niannian waited for a long time, thinking about what he should say.After talking for a long time, the moment I finally saw Zhou Mochen, my whole body felt like it was struck by thunder.

It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid, but it is more of a sadness that overflows from the bottom of my heart.

Just looking at each other for a second, both of them had red eyes.

Zhou Mochen spoke first: "Don't you even recognize me?"

Jiang Niannian choked twice, her long eyelashes trembling, tears streaming down her face, her pupils seemed to be soaked in the bottom of a sparkling lake.

"I'm sorry." Zhou Mochen said without a beginning or end. It could be seen that he was trying to control his emotions and his whole body was shaking: "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I just want to see you and talk to you. I don't want to hurt so many people."

He knew he was wrong.

He is paranoid about achieving his own goals, but he doesn't care about the lives of others and treats human lives as nothing.

"Nian Nian, why can't you look at me? I just want you to look at me." The young man clung to the small table in front of the glass with some excitement, and the police officer behind him immediately stepped forward to control him.

Jiang Niannian covered her mouth, tears flowed down the back of her hand, seeing his painful and hideous appearance, she was speechless.

"Don't hit him." As soon as Jiang Niannian's voice came out, Zhou Mochen was like a calmed beast.He sat quietly, and the police officers stepped back to give them enough space.

"I understand how you feel trapped in a 'cage', Jiang Niannian. I'm going to die tomorrow. Is there anything you want to say to me?"

The young man raised a broken smile and mustered up the last bit of courage to look at her flawless face. It was no longer like that wind-blown summer, and he only dared to raise his green eyes and steal a few glances at her.

He looked at her like a man, looking at her with tears in his eyes.

Jiang Niannian lowered her eyelashes and adjusted her emotions, but she became more and more confused. In the end, she could only say according to her own heart: "I have been wondering why it is like this."

Zhou Mochen didn't even lower his lips when he listened to her talk.

This is a luxury for him.

The sound of Mi Mi can only be found in heaven.

"At that time, I shouldn't have asked you to send Chengcheng back to City A by yourself, so that no accident would happen to you."

Zhou Mochen's mouth froze, his eyes dropped, and his eyebrows frowned and relaxed: "So, you would rather blame yourself than Huo Qi?"

This is the difference between love and not love.

He finally understood this feeling clearly, just like the bitterness of jumping into a winter lake in the coldest month of the twelfth lunar month.

Jiang Niannian didn't want him to still be brooding about this matter at the last moment, so the topic was changed a bit abruptly.

"You...do you have anything in particular you want to do?"

Does this count as fulfilling his wish?
What role does that play?Santa Claus?Or a giver?
Zhou Mochen's mouth curled up slightly and he slowly shook his head: "No, I just want to see you."

From the first day in prison, all I wanted was to see you.

If it weren't for wanting to see you, I would have died on the day I went to jail.

I continue to live just because I want to see you again.

But people are always greedy. Once they meet, they want to meet again.

But I will be shot tomorrow.

Jiang Niannian, why didn't you come earlier?

"I still want to see you again."

Zhou Mochen's deer eyes were filled with broken tears. Because of his excitement, his chin trembled and he repeated: "Just one side."

Jiang Niannian nodded heavily with tears in her eyes.

There was a set time for visiting the prison, and Jiang Niannian still had many things to say before he had time to say goodbye.

Across the glass, Zhou Mochen was relatively calm when he turned around, until when he was about to leave the door, he suddenly stretched out his hand and stuck it tightly, and his Adam's apple rolled several times.

He has no sense.

In the face of death, he lost his mind.

He knew that Jiang Niannian would definitely come to see him again tomorrow, but what did he still want to say to her?
As for what he was saying, he didn't quite understand it for a while. He just turned around and shouted like a madman: "You must come tomorrow!"

"You must come!"

"Let me see you once again, just once!"

"Jiang Niannian! I just want to see you!"

"When the shooting takes place in the afternoon, you leave early and stay far away. Don't listen! Don't look!"

"Jiang Niannian! Are you coming to see me?"

"Jiang Niannian! Will you come to see me?"

"Jiang Niannian! I, I like you so much!"

"Sorry……"

"I'm sorry...what have you done..."