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Xu Zhi suddenly said from the side: "Give me literature."

"Is it Brother Song?"

Song Yanqing was leaning on the table with long legs. He lowered his eyes and turned the lighter in his hand. His joints were long and he looked a little tired: "You give it?"

"Give it." Xu Zhi.

"Go back to the hospital, stay for me, and go to the psychiatry department." Song Yanqing.

Xu Zhi curled his lips, wondering who was speaking harshly.

"Can you stand? Sit down for a while." Cheng Xuran pulled off Song Yanqing's sleeves and spoke to him in a low voice, his eyes moist.

"Yeah." Song Yanqing sat on the sofa waiting for her, bored, with her legs spread and pressing the button of the metal lighter in her hand.

Then Cheng Xuran ruthlessly took away the cigarette and lighter.

After surgery, stop smoking and drinking.

Song Yanqing's hands were itchy and he raised his head: "You can see it accurately now."

"Be patient, Brother Song, and save your life." Xu Zhi replied to WeChat.

The matter is actually over here, and the next step is the appeal and judgment.

The bastard's dissatisfaction was very annoying. He kept shouting at Cheng Xuran. Song Yanqing frowned and his face turned cold. If it weren't for the police station, Xu Zhi suspected that he would want to do it again.

Last time, both sides suffered a loss, which can be said to be over-defense.

Even as a lawyer, she couldn't protect him this time.

The end was the end, but Cheng Xuran always felt uneasy. There was something wrong and he couldn't put it into words. There was something missing in his heart that he couldn't bring to his lips.

Before leaving, she looked back several times.

After using it for several days, my eyes are much better during the day, but I can't expose it to direct sunlight, and that's the end of the world if I encounter flash lights on the red carpet.

If Krishna can't see clearly, it's like being blind.

The autumn wind is biting, but the sunshine is still tolerable.

Song Yanqing pushed Cheng Xuran's shoulder with one hand and walked forward. The collar of his black jacket was turned up. He looked cold, lazy, and sickly pale.

"What are you looking back on?"

"Move forward."

What is frightening? Is it the unknown future or the unfinished past?Is it a confusing illusion, or is it the hidden truth?

We are not saints.

We do not look forward or backward.

We can only solve one thing, and then move forward, keep moving forward, and find the answer on this road.

"Can you see the traffic light intersection ahead clearly?"

"It's kind of vague."

"Then look at me." Song Yanqing suppressed the cough in his throat and spoke with a solemn and powerful voice.

"Are you a telegraph pole? I'm looking at you. I told you not to come out today but you still followed me." Cheng Xuran complained a little, "The wound doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"

She is gentle even when she complains.

The white sweater hugs the thin collarbone.

"Why don't you come over and take a look if I get stabbed? I got stabbed in vain." Song Yanqing laughed.

Xu Zhi: "You two, can't you two see that a big living person like me is here? Can you please stop talking so indifferently."

"Xu Zhi, take care of him."

Xu Zhi was numb.

There is skylight in the distance, with wires crisscrossing the sky. The sky is a lead-grey color, like a blue curtain scribbled by a child.

The streets are deserted.

The wind ruffled Cheng Xuran's long hair, which fluttered with the hem of his windbreaker and became messy.

Song Yanqing looked at it and slid his fingertips over the lighter. He originally wanted to light a cigarette but forgot about it. He lowered his eyes, the shadow of his eyelashes reflected the fine line of the bridge of his nose. He raised his hand expressionlessly and put the hat behind Cheng Xuran on her head.

Cheng Xuran's sight was almost blinded for a moment.

There's a hint of mint lingering in your breath.

Being staggered and held forward.

Cheng Xuran: "Slow down..."

He looked forward, twitching the corners of his mouth slightly. His eyes were always cold and clear, unwavering, but there were also moments of softness. (End of chapter)