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Chapter 32

Yan Ran was keenly aware of something, but it only passed by in a flash, and disappeared before he had time to catch it.

Yan Ran didn't want to beat around the bush, and asked directly: "Are you angry?"

"I'm angry?" Fu Ji smiled, mockingly: "What right do I have to be angry?"

Seems to be really angry.

She reached out to touch the man's hair, but was dodged.

"Xiao Ji?"

Fu Ji still looked like he didn't hear it.

Yan Ran has never coaxed anyone before. A person of her status is coaxed by others.

Under Fu Ji's indifferent attitude, Yan Ran didn't stay long, and went out after a while.

Years later, the streets looked very cold, and the snow was so thick that it was shoveled aside, leaving a path.

The liveliness and warmth of that night seemed to be just a mirage imagined by a thirsty traveler. After waking up from the dream, everything returned to reality.

Fu Ji crossed his legs, sitting on the carpet and drawing, painting utensils were everywhere, a horror movie was playing on the TV, the volume was turned up to the loudest, and he didn't know who he was trying to scare.

Under the eerie, scary music, the door opened, and a man in a camel coat walked in.

The man was handsome, with an air of arrogance all over his body, his clothes were neat, and he was clearly a member of the upper class.

When he saw Fu Ji who was swaggeringly sitting on the carpet, he frowned slightly, and his tone was really not good: "Why are you here?"

Fu Ji raised his head with an extremely natural expression, his dark pupils were covered with a layer of haze, he didn't speak, and quickly lowered his head, as if there was no such person in front of him.

Yue Ling frowned, with a cold face, his knife-like eyes pierced Fu Ji's body, as if it was a great sin for him to appear here at this moment.

Like a lion whose territory has been violated.

It's a pity that before the lion had time to drive away the enemy, a hoarse voice came from the stairs.

"Yue Ling."

Yan Ran didn't know when she came down, she wore a gray sweater on her thin upper body, and her loose trousers made her legs very long, the hand holding the book was sunken at the knuckles, exposing the blue veins on the back of the hand. There was a sense of alienation in the black pupils.

Yue Ling swept away the gloom just now, and he smiled lightly, but he obviously still had a heart for Fu Ji here.

Yue Ling was like changing faces, he really didn't like Fu Ji very much.

The tall and big man, beside Yan Ran, is like a coquettish child asking for sweets.

"Why is this kid here? The old Chinese New Year is still here."

Fu Ji didn't look at Yan Ran's face, but could hear her relatively indifferent voice.

"Just look at him poorly."

Fu Ji's pupils constricted suddenly, his chest was full of torrents and tsunami, his mind was actually blank as he sat frozen in place.

……what?
"Yan Ran, isn't this too unfair? I wanted to stay here for a few days before, but you didn't want to give me a key, or I begged for a long time before you were willing to give me a key. How could that kid live here for so many days? ?”

"Don't be glib, what's the point of relying on me every day?"

"I don't..."

They went up side by side, not noticing him sitting on the carpet.

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 60%!]

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 70%!]

The living room was quiet again, and the sound of the TV was still playing, like a farce with sound.

Fu Ji took a few deep breaths as if he lacked oxygen, colorful sparks exploded in his mind, and his ears buzzed.

"what!"

He let out a short laugh, and under the corners of his eyes, there was a touch of red, hiding bloodthirsty and hostility.

The hand holding the paintbrush was trembling. Obviously that hand looked so strong and well-defined, but it seemed that it couldn't even hold a brush, and it was shaking violently.

pat-

The paintbrush fell on the carpet with a dull sound, and the red paint dripped like blood on the gray carpet.

He has scarlet eyes, the eyes are cold and cold, twisted and bloodthirsty.

What is he?
And who is Yan Ran?Meddling fool!Damn it all!

How could Yan Ran say such words.

That pale face and extremely light tone seemed to appear in my mind again.

"Just look at him poorly."

Pitiful?
Fu Ji clenched his teeth, and the muscles on his face trembled violently.

all fake!

However, the temperature on the young man's body is so hot, like the warm sun in the sky, just hugging him for a while can warm up his icy temperature, and the warmth from the blending of breathing flows continuously along the limbs and into the air. In his dry heart.

That warm embrace was so real, it made him dizzy, thinking that he was loved.

But he forgot, what was Yan Ran's purpose from the beginning?
What did Yan Ran in the previous life do?
Did you forget?It's not forgetting, it's just simply greedy for the warmth of the scorching sun, wanting more and more involuntarily.

The smile on Fu Ji's face became more and more sarcastic. He clenched his fingers tightly, and his nails sank into his flesh, leaving crescent moon marks where blood could be seen.

Sure enough, no one should be trusted.

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 80%!]

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The pale ward is empty, the branches and leaves outside the window are withered, and only one or two sparrows stay here and there.

The skinny man sat on the hospital bed with empty eyes. He was very thin, really pitifully thin, as if there was only a skeleton left.

He held a flower in his hand and took off the petals one by one. The wrist that was inadvertently exposed was full of pinholes and bruises.

"One piece, two pieces, three pieces..."

The low and hoarse whisper disappeared in the cold air in an instant, as if it had never existed.

After a while, the petals were picked off, leaving only the yellow bald heart.

The nervous man raised his head suddenly, the snow-white ward was filled with flames, the hot flames were flying around, thick smoke hit his face, and the panicked people ran around like headless flies, crying loudly.

In this desperate cry, the man was surrounded by clusters of flames, and the scorching air waves rushed towards him like mountains and seas, as if he was in a boundless horror hell, which was creepy and desperate.

He seemed to smell the smell of scorched flesh, which came from himself.

Later, he was burned into a scorched corpse, exuding a foul smell, thrown into the crematorium, and affixed with a cold serial number.

After that, there was no such person as Fu Ji in this world anymore.

No one remembered Fu Ji anymore.

He opened his eyes suddenly, the dark and empty pupils seemed to reflect the afterimage of the flames, his chest heaved and heaved, he gasped intermittently, and wriggled his pale and bloodless lips with great effort.

Fu Ji leaned against the foot of the sofa covered in sweat, his face was pale and bluish, exuding a breath of lifelessness, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, his teeth were clenched, his lips were bloodless, and his whole body was trembling.

(End of this chapter)