Chapter 30 Time

never mind.

Ren Zhaoyuan thought, forget it.

The hand on his back was hidden in his coat pocket when he turned around, Ren Zhaoyuan didn't wait for Tan Zheng's response, didn't see Tan Zheng's expression, lowered his head, and walked away step by step.

He skipped Zhao Yuanqing, turned sideways when he heard Zhao Yuanqing's footsteps following him, and took a step back from Zhao Yuanqing's empty hand: "Don't touch me."

Zhao Yuanqing looked at Ren Zhaoyuan's disgusted expression, and suddenly remembered what Xie Rong said when he fell on his back.

——"Blame Ren Zhaoyuan for not forgiving, blame Tan Zheng for taking the opportunity to enter, blame me for meticulous calculation, hahaha... Zhao Yuanqing, you yourself have smeared all the good things you have with him time and time again, who is to blame? Blame you what!"

"I don't know what Xie Rong sent you..." Zhao Yuanqing put down his hands and apologized earnestly, "I'm sorry, Zhaoyuan."

"No," Ren Zhaoyuan was not interested in his apology, and went straight to the subject, "Did he know that you were married when you were with Yu Nan?"

Zhao Yuanqing opened his mouth and said nothing.

"You lied to him that you were single."

"No," Zhao Yuanqing denied immediately, "It was Xie Rong who used my name to chat with him all the time, I didn't say it."

"It wasn't corrected either."

"I.."

When he got the answer, Ren Zhaoyuan didn't want to say more, and when he was about to turn around, he saw Zhao Yuanqing approaching and frowning and took two steps back one after another: "I said don't touch me."

"Okay, okay, I won't move," Zhao Yuanqing raised his hand, "listen to me, okay? I don't ask for your forgiveness, I just want to make things clear. I don't know that Xie Rong has other feelings for me. Calculating AL was stopped by me, and he deliberately tricked me before. I have had several encounters with Yu Nan, but we have never moved our feelings. Those chat records were all sent by Xie Rong, I don’t know..”

"so?"

- "Do you think it's all because of me? It's me who picks you up and puts someone on your bed when you quarrel, covers up all traces for you, and helps you make everything perfect, it's all because of me, isn't it? If You can't do anything wrong without me."

——"Ha...but Zhao Yuanqing..."

——"I also set up this kind of situation for Ren Zhaoyuan."

The undisguised disgust and coldness in Ren Zhaoyuan's eyes were more than ten times stronger than before. Zhao Yuanqing seemed to be thrown a bucket of ice from his head, and Xie Rong's almost maddened words sounded uncontrollably in his mind.

—— "You can go to him, no matter how entangled, it's better to turn those ten years into a rag in the toilet, so that people will look dirty at first glance. How interesting, isn't it?"

- "Don't stop, just keep making trouble like this, hehe... I'll wait and see."

"I know you can't accept me anymore," Zhao Yuanqing reluctantly said, "I don't want to pester you, I just want to apologize to you, make up for you, and do something for you. Even if I can't get back together, after so many years ,also.."

"You just need to do one thing."

"Varied.."

"Now, forever, out of my sight."

——

Even if it was dark, you could see the gloom, the phone vibrated beside him, and Tan Zheng's name lit up on the screen for a while, and finally disappeared.

Ren Zhaoyuan sat on the single sofa on the balcony on the second floor, the glass was pushed all the way, and the cold air outside gradually covered the warmth of the room, especially on the balcony next to the window.

The ceiling light on the balcony was not turned on, Ren Zhaoyuan looked at the phone whose screen was off for a while, and unconsciously turned his eyes back to his still burning right hand.

The gauze on his hands was dazzlingly white.

He hit Tan Zheng with the habitual reaction he left from Zhao Yuanqing.

Tan Zheng also held his hand and asked if it hurt.

Whose feelings are not feelings.

Tan Zheng told him that he didn't mind being hanged, so he really gave him a little hope and hesitant to make a decision. Tan Zheng said that it could take as long as possible, and he really calmed down and wanted to go with the flow.

Why did he treat Tan Zheng like this?

Just because the other party likes more?

No sincerity deserves to be practiced.

never mind. It should be.

The remaining wine at the bottom of the glass reflected a little light in the room, and Ren Zhao got up to drink clean.

The wind from outside blew in, but Ren Zhaoyuan didn't move. Later, snow fell on his fingertips. Ren Zhaoyuan curled up his hands, got up and walked to the other side of the balcony to slowly pull the folded glass back to the other side.

The sound of the wind was blocked outside, and the snow fell on the glass.

The curtains were also closed, and Ren Zhaoyuan sat back on the sofa again in a trance.

Mingming and Tan Zheng didn't get along for a long time in the real sense, but when his thoughts fell at random, it was a scene related to him.

The smell of tobacco diffused in the room, and the gauze was as white as snow.

When his eyes fell on the wrapped gauze for an unknown number of times, Ren Zhaoyuan finally couldn't help it, biting the cigarette three or two times.

He hates snow.

Tan Zheng likes snow.

Especially on a snowy night like this.

The message sent has not been answered, and the phone has been unanswered.

Tan Zheng couldn't sleep, he opened his eyes and closed them all because of Ren Zhaoyuan's voice.

"forget it."

He said to Ren Zhaoyuan before that Ren Zhaoyuan can refuse, but he will not give up, unless Ren Zhaoyuan establishes a relationship with others, he will take the initiative to disappear from Ren Zhaoyuan's life.

But ask yourself, if Ren Zhaoyuan really refuses, doesn't want to see him or even begins to resent it, he can't ignore the pursuit and obsession.

When the snow fell, Tan Zheng left a note on Tan Xuqing's door and went out. When he got downstairs to Ren Zhaoyuan, the ground was already covered with a thin layer that could vaguely see the color of the road.

The curtains upstairs blocked the inside and outside tightly, and only a little light could be seen.

Tan Zheng turned off the engine and got out of the car, sitting on the front of the car and lit a cigarette.

A brand that Ren Zhaoyuan often smokes.

He didn't even know what he was doing here.

Talk about the day's words clearly, no. Grinding Ren Zhaoyuan's heart is soft, it's not.

All of these will be done, but can't bear to do it now.

If Ren Zhaoyuan made it clear that he should not disturb his life, Tan Zheng would not be able to come again.

Tan Zheng was more afraid of Ren Zhaoyuan being bored than not loving him.

After all, he has been used to the former for so many years.

Unconsciously, the snow fell on the top of the hair and the shoulders, the ground was completely white, and it was still dripping in the air.

When the smoke between his fingers was exhausted, Tan Zheng squatted down and drew a circle on the snow with a cigarette butt.

After more than ten years of time overlapped on a similar snowy night, Tan Zheng was guarding Ren Zhaoyuan's downstairs, and at a certain moment it was like returning to a dilapidated alley.

Endless bullying and provocation, increasing numbers of tricks.

Parents have a more nervous younger sister to take care of, and the teacher's reprimand will only make the next trouble come faster and heavier.

He couldn't remember what became the fuse in the end. He had had enough. He was careful when he found the boy in the lead showing off the newly bought folding knife. He put it in his pocket when he met the familiar provocative gaze.

He resisted symbolically, and he was pushed into the alley by those people.

This is a dead-end alley, and it gets narrower as it goes in. The street light at the end is broken. When the chaos starts, no one can see who moved first and who took out the knife.

It doesn't matter if you die, but you can't get your parents to be scolded for raising a murderer.

He only killed the two who bullied the most from beginning to end, and it all depends on luck.

When the spittle and fists fell, he only felt happy.

Everything can end.

make them pay.

When the knife is stabbed into the heart or the throat is cut, be sure to stick it to your ear and ask them if they dare in the next life.

three two

"Huang Shiping is here."

In middle school, the dean's name is probably better than the police.

In particular, this new dean of education has three fires, and he has a hot temper. He dares to scold everyone around the school for his prestige, and even the principal has three points of respect.

The group of people who were surrounded by air suddenly dispersed, and the light from a distance came through the gap.

Tan Zheng gritted his teeth and hid the knife behind his back, glaring hatefully at the person under the lamp in the darkest place.

Ren Zhaoyuan was much taller than them, holding a cell phone that they could only secretly hide even if they had one. In the other hand, he took out a small but bright enough flashlight from his pocket, shouting "What's your business?" A group of people swept over.

"Yes, it's all in the mirror."

He was the only one, and those people calmed down after a brief panic, and led the others to smash his phone.

"I advise you not to do it. I have already sent it to my friends to save it. It's useless for you to grab it and delete it, and it will make the consequences more serious."

Ren Zhaoyuan was standing not too far away, with a bag hanging on one shoulder, Yun Danfeng smiled softly, and his tone was like chatting: "This is my brother, I just recognized it. Did you all skip class today? If not You should have seen me on the podium, Director Huang lived downstairs before my transfer, this video—"

"I don't like to trouble the teacher. Of course, whether it will appear on Mr. Huang's phone in the end is up to you."

It was only then that Tan Zheng remembered that he had met this person.

He was too lazy to listen to the lecture on the college entrance examination, but he didn't look up, but in the afternoon he was walking around after dinner as usual, and saw a puppy running through the fence, scratched by the wire and screaming. When using the folding knife to pry the wire, the blade scratched the handle, and the man went over to help and gave him a Band-Aid.

"never mind."

He ruined what Tan Zheng planned, but Tan Zheng stared blankly at the person who was half-squatting in front of him, forgetting everything.

"Don't thank me?"

Tan Zheng said dryly, "Thank you."

"One sentence is not enough."

"what?"

Ren Zhaoyuan reached out to Tan Zheng very naturally: "The folding knife in the afternoon is very beautiful, can you give it to me as a gift?"

The hand behind Tan Zheng held the knife firmly, his black and white eyes stared at the person in front of him in the dark, motionless.

Until Ren Zhaoyuan raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, then said with a smile, "Don't be stingy."

Tan Zheng just stiffened and took out the knife hidden behind him.

The blade was not folded, and he just thought that if Ren Zhaoyuan left, he could still continue.

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't think there was anything wrong with this, he stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you."

A large piece of snow fell from the top of the wall, and the nervous Tan Zheng was taken aback. The hand holding the folding knife shook, and the sharp blade cut into Ren Zhaoyuan's palm in an instant.

Even when the knife fell on the ground, he didn't even bother to pick it up. Tan Zheng only heard Ren Zhaoyuan's breathless air, and he couldn't tell how much he hurt him. He hurriedly pulled him and stumbled into a bright light.

"Bleeding, let's go to the infirmary.. to the hospital.."

"It's a little broken," Ren Zhaoyuan took out a tissue and held it in his hand to stop the bleeding, smiled and wiped Tan Zheng's face with clean hands, "Why are you crying?"

Tan Zheng lowered his head to look at his wound, and tears fell on Ren Zhaoyuan's hand.

Ren Zhaoyuan's warm palm covered the back of Tan Zheng's exposed neck, and rubbed it more lightly than before: "Don't be afraid."

The snow is getting heavier.

Tan Zheng sat on the snow in front of the car, looking up at the snowy sky, at the bright street lights, and at the window where Ren Zhaoyuan was pulling the curtain.

After looking at it for a long time, couldn't move eyes, and neck was sore and numb.

After another long time, Tan Zheng rubbed his neck and fell back, then just lay down in the snow.

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