16

Yan Furui slept peacefully.

It should be called "sleep". Even if you can never wake up, it is much easier to accept when you breathe evenly and lie down like this than if you are always separated by heaven and man.

What's more, as long as you don't reach the death level, there is still hope.

Qin Fang accompanied Yan Furui to smoke a cigarette. He had a lot of things to say, but he thought it was pretentious, and at the end he only said two words.

"Go away."

He did not go to see Yiru again. People will know many people in their life, and not everyone needs to say goodbye.

It was not dawn yet, but it didn't take long to see the first group of early people appear in groups of empty streets below.

The community where Kong Jinghua lives is right in front of her.

It seemed like fog was getting foggy, so big fog was floating, and the street lights wrapped in white frost seemed to be covered with white frost. Qin Fang hadn't cared yet, but suddenly he seemed to realize something and looked back at the way he came.

There was no fog there, a waking atmosphere before dawn.

Perhaps, there is only fog in the whole city, in this place, in front of him.

Qin Fang did not walk forward any further. He stood there and looked at the fog in front of him. Slowly, in a vague way, he saw a familiar figure.

So familiar, countless times, in my dream, she seemed to be coming from the stage again.

Qin Fang suddenly exhaled all his strength. When his legs became weak, he almost collapsed and sat down. When he sat down, he felt funny again. He really laughed loudly, and tears were almost coming out of laughter.

"Qin Fang."

A familiar voice was right in front of him. Qin Fang let out a long sigh, reached out to wipe his face, and stood up with a smile.

Five years have passed, it seems like a different life.

She should be wearing Kong Jinghua's clothes, black tweed coats, and middle boots. The clothes that you can imagine when wearing Kong Jinghua's body are different from her body - some are dressed and some are human shirts. The black tweed coat is tilted in front, a belt is buckled, the collar is raised, and the long hair like a waterfall hanging down loosely along the side.

Si Teng looks good in everything she wears.

"Qin Fang, long time no see."

Qin Fang wanted to say a lot, and wanted to ask her why she didn't wait for her to do it and why she had to make such a choice, but when she said something, she couldn't say anything.

The memories of five years ago came one after another, and it seemed that she saw her slightly tilted her head, with a hint of sarcasm at the corners of her lips and eyebrows, saying, "What can you help me?"

Si Teng is like this. He always has his own decisions and doesn’t really need anyone.

Qin Fang smiled, and his voice was low and he was a little dazed.

He said: "Long time no see."

Looking up at the height, through the heavy fog, I saw Kong Jinghua's window in a vague way, which was bleak and white, like a hanging funeral lantern.

"Did you kill her?"

"What about that?"

Qin Fang felt very uncomfortable and suddenly couldn't continue saying it: "Siteng, I just want to do something for you..."

Si Teng interrupted him: "Qin Fang, you are a good person. You have been with me for so long and have never harmed anyone.

Do you think I will feel guilty if I kill Kong Jinghua, then will it not be painful if you do it?"

"It's better to do it myself, I'm used to it."

She sighed softly: "You are a clean person, why don't you make it clean because of me?"

After saying that, he reached out to him, his palms were rolled up, and his hands were covered in blood.

Is Kong Jinghua's blood?

The dark blood stain could not see clearly in the dark night, but it still burned people's eyes. Qin Fang looked away, took out his handkerchief and gently placed it in her palm. Si Teng was stunned for a moment, curled up his fingers slightly, and finally held it, smiled, and then bypassed Qin Fang.

Passing by, I didn't get it, but my shoulders facing her suddenly became cold.

The fog in front of him was swaying up and down, and the footsteps behind him were about to stop. Did you just leave like this?

Qin Fang was shocked all over and turned around and shouted: "Si Teng!"

Si Teng seemed to remember something and slowly turned around.

"Qin Fang, with your human body, you will live longer than ordinary people and have stronger abilities. But after all, you are not a monster, and you will still have a limit. Don't waste time on things that are not worth it."

Something not worth it?

It seems that he has many worthwhile things.

"Where are you going?"

Si Teng didn't answer, just looked at him and smiled. Qin Fang didn't care about anything else and asked her directly: "Can I accompany you?"

——Can I accompany you?

At that time, Yan Furui wanted to wake him up and say, "You may like Miss Si Teng, but Miss Si Teng doesn't like you."

For five years, I have been traveling around and looking for ways to help Si Teng change things as soon as possible. I have occasionally thought about this. Do you really hope for the same reward for her?

It seems that it is not, it just wants to be with her. After all, in this big world, it is all hung for lonely lamps. Compared to letting him walk alone in the darkness, he is more willing to follow her brightness. Even if he can't get close, it is better to see it from time to time.

"No, I don't need it."

“Then where are you going?

Can I see you in the future?”

Si Teng did not answer. She raised her head and looked at the window where Kong Jinghua was lit.

Is there anything unusual?

Qin Fang also looked up and heard her whisper: "Qin Fang, help me with the aftermath."

Qin Fang did not answer or look back. He kept looking upward, but listened clearly to her footsteps when she left.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…

It turns out that when a person wants to walk, the first three steps are still clear, and then it gradually fades. After seven steps, the steps are so light that they can no longer be heard.

Si Teng refused all his requests, not wanting him to accompany him or visit him.

There is only one request, aftermath.

Qin Fang was very heavy. When he went upstairs, he suddenly remembered what he looked like when Xixi was walking that night. It turned out that his worries were really heavy, and he climbed several floors of stairs for a long time.

Kong Jinghua's door was closed, and Qin Fang froze at the entrance of the stairs, and he had almost no strength to push open the door. In a trance, he felt that there seemed to be a sound in the door.

First, I thought I had heard it wrong, and then I listened intently. There was really a sound, like a small ball slapped gently on the ground, and then the sound of the slap suddenly disappeared. Through the gap where the door opened, he saw a small flower ball rolling towards the door.

Then, there was the sound of footsteps like chasing. Then, he saw a three or four-year-old girl who staggered to catch the ball. When he picked her up, he suddenly saw Qin Fang through the crack in the door. He said a happy sentence. To be precise, it was not a sentence, but a word.

"Alas."

That's Xizhu.

Qin Fang's mind was blank. Xizhu struggled to pull the security door open and stretched his arms towards him.

This is to hug her. Qin let go of his consciousness and bent down and picked her up. Xizhu's small body was warm and soft. At any moment, he never thought she was so precious.

What's going on?

Qin Fang's mind was in a mess, and he walked into the house with Xizhu in his arms.

There was no one in the living room, and there were many toys on the blanket beside the sofa. It seemed that the small flower ball was just one of them. The sound of water came from the kitchen, huh, huh.

Qin Fang walked over with Xizhu in his arms. The frosted glass door in the kitchen was closed, and he could vaguely see the figure busy by the pool inside. Qin Fang hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to hold the handle and twisted it gently to the side.

The door opened, and an old lady with a hunched body and a white hair stood in front of the sink and flushed a knife. The water flow was not large, but it always rushed on the surface of the knife and made a sound.

Hearing the movement at the door, the old lady slowly turned her head.

It was Kong Jinghua, who was old and full of old appearance overnight.

Xizhu seemed very happy, and didn't know what she was talking about. She cut her hands on Qin Fang's shoulders. Seeing Qin Fang look at her, her black eyes immediately glared. Yu Qing grinned again and kissed him on the cheek.

Qin Fang hugged Xizhu, turned to look at Kong Jinghua, and asked her: "What's going on?"

What's going on?

The knife in Kong Jinghua's hand fell into the sink with a bang. She shivered and went out and twisted the faucet.

What happened this night is still like a dream when I think about it now.

At that time, Xixi suddenly came back in the middle of the night. She was so happy that she picked her up and asked, "Did Qin Fang send you back?"

Where are others?”

After a while, Kong Jinghua looked at Xizhu strangely. When her eyes touched each other, she suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

It didn't look like a child's gaze, nor did it look like a little monster's gaze.

Xizhu said: "Kong Jinghua, let's talk about a deal."

"You are about to die. The demonic essence is like a human soul. After death, it cannot last long. It dissipates when the wind blows. After it dissipates, it is useless."

"But if you give up the demon yuan when you are alive, it will be a precious thing that can be used to make a good deal."
To be continued...