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Chapter 8

The voice fell for a long time, Zuo Cheng looked out the window, speechless.

In the dead of night, one person, one window, stood for a long time.Zuo Cheng frowned, his fingers inadvertently sank into the palm of his hand, he couldn't remember the face that he had admired for 11 years, he tried hard, but it became more and more blurred, he recalled the memories with her countless times, but found that, unexpectedly is so fleeting.

Jiang Xiachu could only be by Zuocheng's side, that face must not be blurred unless he died.His stubbornness gradually deviated and evolved into possessiveness.

"Master, it's late at night." A middle-aged man in his 40s entered through a side door and slowly approached Zuocheng.Dressed in formal attire, he looked capable and shrewd, and a pair of rimless glasses complemented him meticulously.

"It's been a long day."

So long that he thought summer was almost over.

The smell of alcohol in the air seemed to be getting stronger, the middle-aged man glanced at the wine cabinet, the fallen wine bottles were all over the floor, his brows were tightly frowned, and the traces of time were criss-crossed on his forehead.He sighed: "Rest, drinking hurts your body."

"She wants me to die." Zuo Cheng, who is as cold as this, can have such a desolate decadence.

Injury?She doesn't care, Jiang Xiachu wants him to die.There are a lot of people in this world who want him to die in Zuocheng, he doesn't care, no one has that ability, but Jiang Xiachu, Ni Lin, has that ability easily.

"If Miss Jiang knows the truth—"

Before he finished speaking, he cut off coldly.

"Uncle Jin, I don't want to hear such what-ifs in the future." With sloppy threats, Zuo Cheng locked his eyes on Uncle Jin who was five meters away, making people unable to escape the chill.

That if, has been buried in the rain five years ago, and died with that person.

Jiang Xiachu can't know, can't, would rather be hated, and can't.

Uncle Jin hesitated to speak for a moment, his eyebrows and eyes were tangled, he should stop, he understands how stubborn the young master he has served for many years, but he can't bear it, he has hidden some words for five years, it's time to say: " Young master, if you don't tell me, Miss Jiang will always hate you."

"Will you not hate it if you know it?"

"At least not like it is now."

"Uncle Jin, this time, I don't want to say it a second time." Zuo Cheng was as determined as iron, his deep cool eyes did not waver in the slightest, facing Uncle Jin who was also a teacher and friend, for the first time Zuo Cheng's eyes were filled with killing intent. warn.

The words have come to this point, Uncle Jin is speechless.

After all, it was unfortunate to meet that girl, right?
wrong?Those two people meet.Uncle Jin couldn't answer, he asked many times, and the young master also asked many times, but the answer...

There always seems to be only one.

"Is it wrong?" Zuo Cheng said to himself mockingly, his eyes were full of loneliness, "Even if he is wrong, he will be like this for the rest of his life."

The answer has always been the same.

It is no longer possible to distinguish between right and wrong, and it no longer makes sense. Even if he does it all over again, Zuo Cheng will choose to repeat the same mistakes. In the snow of 11 years, Jiang Xiachu wrote it into Zuocheng's life, and how could he uproot it?
He is a poppy, there should be no love or hate, but early summer is the flowering season of poppies, how can we avoid it.

In 11 years, when she was still innocent, she met him who was stained with blood.

They met in winter, and it was in such a snow-covered winter that all the stories began.

That day, the sky was very cloudy, big and big snowflakes were flying, and the green pine forest on the mountain had long been wrapped in white.

"Bang——" the gunfire had fallen, and only the snow-covered pine branches were crumbling.

Who would have known that one of the plain-covered mountains had faded white and was stained blood red all over the place.

On the white snow, the warm blood red is dazzling...

In the lush forest, there are two graves, a bloody corpse, a dozen men in black suits, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy standing in the snow.

It was a very beautiful young man, with the corners of his lips pursed, his brows seemed to be lingering with gloom, tightly furrowed, his skin was very white, almost the color of the snow.Under the dense long eyelashes is a pair of eyes that do not belong to this age, like black glass without temperature, it seems very deep, but it is so beautiful that it is illusory.

The young man seemed to be a little thin, his back was very straight, and there were some scattered snowflakes on his shoulders. He just stood so straight, his eyes seemed to hold everything, and he seemed to never reflect anything.

The young man turned around, stepped on the blood stained red, and stared at the tombstone with cold eyes without warmth—his only relative was buried there.Step by step carefully, the straight back gradually bent, kneeling down.

"Father, is mother okay?" Seemingly carrying too much, the young man's voice was very slow and deep, "You should have something to pay homage to on your death day, how about this man's blood? He has already paid a hundredfold what he owed our Zuo family Father and mother, please rest in peace."

When did the snow thicken again, and the blood red all over the ground was covered.The boy just knelt quietly, as if the world just stopped, forgetting about the white snow and the red blood.

Of course...

"Squeak-"

Branches snapped, and a thick cloud of snow fell on the ground.

The young man turned his head, and the solemnity and depth in his eyes just now disappeared, only the fierceness remained, like this cold wind, bitingly cold.

A dozen men standing beside the boy walked around vigilantly, with their hands in their jackets, touching the coldness of the guns, without any slack.After a moment of silence, behind the pine branches, a corner of the pink skirt was gradually revealed, moving little by little, moving...

The alert man's face loosened, oh, it turned out to be just a girl.

The girl's shoulder-length hair was loose, covered with a thin layer of snow, still very black, she pursed her lips, maybe very hard, red like faint blood oozing from the ground, her face was very white, as if reflected by the snow white color.Under the fluttering long eyelashes, she has a pair of beautiful eyes, big and big, like transparent glass marbles, without a trace of impurities.She timidly stood out from the pine branch, seemingly at a loss. Her small hands grabbed the skirts on both sides, making them crumpled, but the girl's back was straight.

It seemed that what she was afraid of was not the bloody scene, but the helplessness when she was caught peeping.

What about the interesting girl, isn't she afraid?how come?The boy suddenly wanted to know what kind of mask this girl was wearing, at least everyone who appeared in the boy's world had many masks, and of course this girl was no exception.

The young man stood up slowly, and the corners of his lips seemed to have a smile that was not a smile, showing a strong sense of humor.He approached the girl step by step, his voice was as cold as the drifting snow, "Aren't you afraid?"

The girl stood there in a daze, looking at the boy, her eyes were pure like the boy had never seen before, her eyes were like the color of the sea.She took a small step, just a small step, her height was only up to the boy's chest, she raised her head, and asked, "Aren't you in pain?" She looked down at the boy's blood-stained right hand again, looking very seriously, He murmured and added, "Bleeding."

(End of this chapter)