moonlight lure

"boom!"

Suddenly, she raised her hand and slammed the phone. When the screen hit the floor and fell into pieces, the shell that had been camouflaging her body seemed to have cracked. The biting night wind poured in, chilling her body. Unable to suppress trembling.

She bit her lip tightly to prevent the crack from expanding, but her vision gradually became blurry. She tried her best to stay calm and tried to push away the heat in her nose, but she failed in the end. They condensed into liquid, pooled and slipped from the corners of her eyes, burning and stinging on her cheeks.

After so many years, she still couldn't mature, still couldn't let go, and still couldn't hear him mention her.

Song Shiwei took a deep breath and lowered her head, burying her face in her hands. After a long moment of silence, tears flowed from the fingers.

Being misunderstood, insulted, suspended... She could endure these grievances, but when faced with this incident, she could never calm down or let go.

Why are the three people who were supposed to be the closest family in the world reunited in this way after so many years?

Why is it that when others return home after being wronged, they find their mother's arms and father's comfort, but she is doomed to be alone and with nothing in her life?

She cried alone for who knows how long, until she finally cried until she had no strength left in her body and could not even lift her fingers. She collapsed on the sofa exhausted, with a splitting headache and dizziness. She stayed up all night with her eyes half closed, half asleep and half awake.

At dawn, the neighbor next door who worked the night shift came back.

Song Shiwei heard the sound of the door opening and slowly opened her eyes. Her pale face was bloodless in the dim light, and she looked haggard.

She went into the bedroom and changed into a set of clothes, fully equipped herself with a hat and a mask, and then walked out of the house.

Just as she entered the elevator and pressed the button, another elevator next to her was rising rapidly.

Less than ten seconds later, the man hurriedly walked out of the elevator and knocked on the door that had just been closed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A short sound echoed in the corridor, and after a while, the door to the next door opened.

The eldest brother from last time stuck his head out in his pajamas and glanced at him sleepily, his face full of displeasure at being disturbed from his sleep: "Stop knocking, she went out early in the morning."

Ji Yanchen frowned slightly and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, while quickly thinking about where she might go.

The other party looked him up and down through the crack in the door. Seeing that he looked dusty, he sighed, and his expression changed from happy and unhappy to sympathetic.

"Hey, brother, you were kicked out and slept outside again, right?"
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The outskirts of Nanshan.

Song Shiwei filled out the registration form at the window and was released, swiping her card and passing through the turnstile.

The weather is a bit cloudy today and the day is very ordinary. There are very few people in the cemetery.

She walked slowly up the steps, with the brim of her hat lowered so that she could not see the road. It seemed that she did not need to look at the road at all and could reach her destination accurately with her eyes closed based on her body memory.

After walking into the third area, she turned left and walked deeper, finally stopping in front of a tomb in the corner. She leaned over, placed the white flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone, stared at the smiling face in the photo, and sat quietly aside for a long time.

"I'm here to see you, Ms. Li."

After saying hello, Song Shiwei silently looked at the gloomy sky in the distance. After a long time, she softly spoke again: "I've been having a bad time recently. If you saw it, you would definitely scold me for not having a long memory and being nosy."

"Yes, I have been like this since I was a child. No matter how many times I have suffered losses, I am still like this."    "Didn't you say that I am like my dad in this way? I am useless and aloof, and I also like to stand up for others."

She laughed at herself, "But he is old now, and he is not as noble as before. Yesterday he said that he would take me to see your old classmate who is the prosecutor general to help me intercede."

Song Shiwei lowered her eyes and said in a very soft voice: "Because I have been meddling in another matter recently, and the other party is an underage girl. She ran into some troubles, and I wanted to help her, but she committed suicide. Her mother said that I He’s a murderer.”

She looked a little dazed, and although the corners of her lips were still trying to raise, there was secret sourness in the curve, "How could you say these three words to someone casually?"

The cemetery was quiet and peaceful, and the wind blew the leaves of the pines and cypresses, making a dense rustling sound, as if to soothe her grievances.

"I'm suspended, otherwise today is a working day and I wouldn't be able to come see you."

After a while, she took a deep breath, raised her face and looked at the other person, "I can stay with you all day today. Do you think it's annoying for me to disturb you?"

"It seems that we seldom stayed together all day like this before, because you were too busy. You were always working, and when you were at home, you kept answering emails and making phone calls. There were many times when I wanted to talk to you. Whenever I talk, I get distracted by your work, and over time, I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

"Then a few years later you complained that I was too dull, not as considerate as other people's daughters, and that I didn't tell you anything that was on my mind."

Song Shiwei shook his head and smiled bitterly, "My dad is right about this. You are really very self-centered. You only care about whether the people around you follow your wishes, and you never reflect on your own problems."

"I was quite angry with you at the time, but I was only angry for a moment. When I calmed down, I realized that you were also eager to communicate with me. I was very happy, but I didn't make any changes because at that time, I thought, Anyway, this life is still very long, and I will have many opportunities and time to tell you again in the future."

She stared at the person in the photo in silence for a long time, and her eyes gradually filled with warmth: "Sorry, I committed suicide once too."

Song Shiwei raised her face, frowned to hold back tears, and sniffed.

"Say something happy, otherwise you will really get annoyed with me."

"I met someone recently."

She took some time to calm down her tone, and then spoke softly, "He looks very cold on the outside and is not easy to get close to, but in actual contact he is very warm and does not cross the line. Most of the time I am with him. I feel relaxed and everything big and small can be arranged and handled by him without me having to worry about it.”

"Also, the most different thing between him and the people I have dated before is that he understands me and can understand me." She stopped slowly, her voice was very quiet, "But even though he has done this, I still It’s hard to get over the insecurity I feel.”

"At first I was worried that I couldn't open up to him, and now because he's done a good job, I'm worried that I won't be able to reciprocate his feelings."

She murmured, "I'm afraid that he will be disappointed in me in the future, and I'm even more afraid that if I sink too deep, it will be difficult for me to get out when he leaves."

"I'm really unlike you in this regard. I worry about gains and losses and have no self-confidence."

Song Shiwei pulled her lips in confusion, her eyes a little distracted, "But feelings are inherently fickle and hard to trust. You once loved each other so much, didn't it end like this in the end?"

She lowered her head, folded her hands in front of her knees, and said in a depressed tone: "We had a little unpleasantness the day before yesterday. I seemed to have disappointed him."