Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

Tian Liang's daughter is also very lovely. She looks sweet. She is very similar to Tian Liang. Mori dish is a lovely little girl. She seems to be very sensible, but compared with other children, she can't leave her father for a moment. Tian Liang's way of educating his daughter is also quite special. In this way, stone and stone are relatively large every day. Stone is like a typical child who grew up in Beijing's siheyuan. The temperament of northeast men is very strong. Maybe it's because Guo Tao's education on stone is more strict at ordinary times. Compared with stone, it seems to make people feel warm every day, but it's like the big brother next door. It makes people feel at ease. What Wu Qingluo doesn't understand is why Zhang Liang is so red. This horse face seems to be like this. Maybe this person has different aesthetic views. It doesn't mean that the beauty you think is the beauty of the public, and the ugliness you think is the ugliness of the public.

After watching for a while, Wu Qingluo got up, drank the coffee, washed the cups, and went upstairs to bed. This is the last night. Tomorrow, she will move to a new house. Such a night seems to be very meaningful, but the people she cares about can't be with her.

Early in the morning, Wu Qingluo got up and put the suitcases and suitcases one by one into the trunk of the car. Then I'm going to drive to the new apartment.

Wu Qingluo has no time to take care of the scenery along the way. It seems that he is going to live in the city after that. It seems that he is really used to the life here. The scenery is beautiful and there is no pollution. Because it is a single family villa, there seems to be no intersection between the neighbors, but there are some farmers around, Although the facilities are not very convenient, such as far away from the market or near the supermarket, the living environment is very simple. There is no high-end sense of distance. It's just far away from the city. On the contrary, it makes people feel like a paradise. Wu Qingluo really doesn't feel fit to leave, It seems that I have fallen in love with this place. The quiet mountain forest and the vast smoke wave seem to be the feeling of Forest Park, but what can I do? There is something wrong with Lin Minjia's business, which is the rhythm of sharing weal and woe.

The car soon drove into the urban area, which was a lot of excitement. It was like coming to a big city. There were many high-rise buildings everywhere, which seemed to be in a modern world. However, the towering buildings on both sides made Wu Qingluo feel full of depression, as if he felt so strange, Maybe it's because of the feeling of recuperation in front of the green mountains and rivers for a long time, but now, entering the city, there is a noisy illusion. The crowded people, the blocked roads and the coming and going vehicles seem that the world is full, even the sky is dark, and the haze seems to be serious. The bright yellow air is so turbid, It seems that it is filled with all kinds of small insects. It always makes people feel that this kind of environment is very dirty.

Wu Qingluo knew that the haze was serious again. When she was riding the red light, she took out her mobile phone, turned on the ink weather, and checked the number of pollution, but it exploded again. With such a rhythm, she really wanted to stay in the mountains forever and breathe the fresh air, as if for the long-term survival.

The earth may be really polluted, this people are dirty, how can there be a clean time? Time always makes people look beyond recognition.

After turning a corner, you come to the residential area where your apartment is located. Just by the name of "Tangchen family", you know it's a high-end residential area. The security guard at the gate is very strict. Wu Qingluo is a strange face, so he is naturally stopped.

"Miss, are you visiting friends?" Standing next to the car window, the security guard stood as straight as a fir tree, as if he had received regular training. He was very well-trained. The hat and uniform were so stiff, as if they were tailor-made and fit perfectly. He also had a white hand cover on his hand. When Wu Qingluo stopped, he waved his hand. It was a professional security team.

"I'm a resident here. I'm here for the first time today."

Wu Qingluo rolled down the window and said to the security guard.

"Oh, well, could you show me your identification, please?" The security guard is very serious. He seems to be in his thirties. He is neither old nor young. He seems to be the best age for a man. With years of experience, he has lost his youth, but he has no sense of senility.

"Yes, just a moment, please."

Fortunately, Lin Minjia gave Wu Qingluo the relevant proof of the house early in the morning. Otherwise, he couldn't even enter the gate. Wu Qingluo rummaged in his bag, and then found the documentary proof of the house.

"Here, that's it. Take a look."

Wu Qing dropped in the past. This is a copy. Of course, the original will not be taken out.

"All right."

The security guard took Wu Qingluo's certificate, and then looked at it gently. It seemed that he understood it. He said to Wu Qingluo, "Miss Wu, please wait a moment. We'll go to apply for your pass. Next time you put the pass in the car and brush it in the door, it's OK. Don't bother so much."

"Yes, please."

After that, Wu Qing Luo sat in the car waiting. It seemed that there was nothing to do but to look around the surroundings. What's more, the greening of the senior residential area is awesome, as if the greening area is very well placed.

"Miss Wu, your pass."

The security guard has passed a pass and an access card to Wu Qingluo. After Wu Qingluo took things, he said hello to the security guard and went in to open the door.

In a short time, Wu Qingluo found his own building, then stopped, pulled out the trunk and prepared to transport things up. A folding cart was opened by Wu Qingluo. This thing is a convenient one. With this thing, Wu Qingluo doesn't have to worry about moving things. In fact, it's just as good as Lin Minjia's help. However, Wu Qingluo understands that Lin Minjia is in an extraordinary period now. How can he disturb him?

When Lin Minjia wakes up, it's already daylight. It's like facing the light of the day. Lin Minjia suddenly wakes up. What's the rhythm of last night? Is it because of her relaxation or just to win song Zhiran's new talent? All these starting points seem to make Lin Minjia regret to a certain extent.

"Are you awake?" The voice naturally comes from Song Zhiran. When Lin Minjia was still on the street, he had already seen song Zhiran, who was wearing household clothes, leaning against the door, as if asking himself.

"Yes, what time is it?" Lin Minjia doesn't know what time it is, but with the sunshine outside the window, she knows it's too late. It seems that she has missed the time to go to work.

"It's nearly nine o'clock. I see you are sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up."

Song Zhiran's behavior is just considerate and gentle. Naturally, he didn't do anything wrong. How can Lin Minjia blame him? He dressed quickly and then suddenly thought of a big event.

Lin Minjia remembers that today is the day when Wu Qingluo moves, but he is in someone else's life. However, this is not someone else. He promised song Zhiran that he would get married. Naturally, he would continue to do so. How can he finish such a mental journey. Lin Minjia still doesn't have time to confess to Wu Qingluo about this matter. She always feels that there is such a knot in her heart. Fortunately, song Zhiran doesn't urge her any more, so Lin Minjia feels that she can put it off for a while.

"I have something else to do. I'll go first."

Lin Minjia and song Zhiran, who are hungry, say hello and then walk directly to the door. They quickly put on their shoes and bend down. It seems that these other things have nothing to do with them.

"Minjia, I cooked breakfast. You can eat it before you leave."

As song Zhiran talks, he has already taken out several so-called breakfasts from the kitchen. His eyes are looking forward to Lin Minjia. He seems to be longing for Lin Minjia's free time to taste his own love breakfast. He was too happy last night, which makes song Zhiran feel that all this is like a dream. He can't walk out at all. He seems to be indulging in it. All this can't be said to be a dream, it's just an illusion. Dream will wake up, but hallucination is a person's neurotic performance.

"No, it's too late."

With that, Lin Minjia went out. The sound of "touching" and closing the door seemed like a warning that could not foretell everything. It was so harsh and blinding.

This space suddenly becomes empty, as if a person living in such a large space, there is no sense of belonging at all.

Lin Minjia's action made song Zhiran jump out of his dream, as if he had fallen from heaven into the world. There was a fundamental gap, as if he could not be saved.

This empty room, like suddenly lost the sunlight, like a dark space, is so lonely, people will live in groups, animals, without the company of another person, sooner or later will disappear in this material so-called space, and finally wither in this grass and tree.

Finally, this dream was broken by Lin Minjia himself. Looking at the sausages, toast, peanut butter, roast goose on the table, it seems that all these things are what everyone likes to eat, but he didn't care about her or take care of her.

This is the result of song Zhiran's hard work in the early morning, but Lin Minjia didn't even look at it and left directly, which made song Zhiran's hopes all come to nothing. It was like a dream that never appeared before. Those beautiful things were just illusions. Happiness never came to him, but it was still so humble, like an unclear rhythm.

Song Zhiran wants to lose his temper. He wants to break all these things before he can stop. It's just a kind of venting. Song Zhiran wants to vent his temper. He is a princess, which he never denies. But after meeting Lin Minjia, he seems to be completely better. Even this time, Lin Minjia does this to her, Song Zhiran didn't even utter a word of nonsense.

"Bang."

Song Zhiran still feels that it's too hard to hold on like this. It's not the anger he can bear. He doesn't know what to do?

Looking at the orange juice flowing all over the place, song Zhiran suddenly worried that it would be too dry to wipe it off. Lin Minjia ran all the way out of the gate, as if he never knew what the concept of time was.

When he found his car, Lin Minjia stepped on the gas and went to his single family villa. It seemed that when he lost it, it was so blocked that he couldn't move at all. It's only in the suburbs that the traffic is a little bit worse. Lin Minjia also knows what he likes. As soon as he got home, Lin Minjia knocked on the door. Because there is an aunt at home all the time, Lin Minjia never takes the key to go out, and almost has no such habit. Therefore, this time, it seems that no one has opened the door for Lin Minjia.

"Auntie, open the door."

After knocking for a while, seeing that no one opened the door, Lin Minjia yelled. It seemed that this situation was not normal, or her aunt would go out to buy vegetables.

Seeing no one to answer, Lin Minjia continued to knock and shout.

"Luoluo, are you at home?" The aunt can't open the door. Lin Minjia thinks that Luoluo must be at home. She can't move alone. Although Luoluo can drive, there is a car at home for her, but there are a lot of things to move?

For a long time, no one opened the door for Lin Minjia. There was no way. Lin Minjia could only find someone from the property department to help, and finally opened the door.

Entering the door, Lin Minjia has a feeling of emptiness. It seems that many things here have been packed up and moved away. Seeing this, Lin Minjia knows that Wu Qingluo has moved. Suddenly, her heart is full of guilt.

"Thank you for your help."

After thanking the people of these properties, Lin Minjia drove away and drove directly to his apartment.

Wu Qingluo moved alone, and he didn't think it was a big problem. Anyway, there was an elevator, and when he pressed the button, it would arrive soon. In fact, there were not many things, but memories that could not be discarded. It seemed that they all depended on these materials to fill in and help memory. However, some memories could only be a little impression left in the cerebral cortex, There's nothing real to follow.