He fell in love with the brain in the revenge script

Wen Changling slept until eleven o'clock, just as Granny Zhu's soup was ready. She was drinking soup in the yard. Xie Shang brought the medicine kit over, applied medicine to her and put on a band-aid.

"Let's go out and watch a movie this weekend." She suggested.

"it is good."

The movie in the afternoon was chosen by Wen Changling. She didn't read the online movie reviews, but looked at the posters. The ending of the movie is not good, the general died in battle, his wife died together with the enemy, the family was destroyed and the country was destroyed, and the mountains and rivers were no longer there.

When we came out of the cinema, it was already dark.

When the car arrived at the traffic light intersection and was about to go straight, Wen Changling said, "Let's go to the lake. I want to enjoy the night breeze."

Baiyang Lake is on the right side of the intersection.

"not hungry?"

"Not hungry."

Xie Shang drove the car to the lake.

Baiyang Lake is the second largest freshwater lake in the empire. It is now the dry season, there are no boats on the lake, and the wind is still strong. There are many trees planted by the lake, and string lights of different colors are hung on the trees.

The area around Baiyang Lake has changed a lot in the past few years. Lake-view houses stand one after another around the lake. From where the car is parked, you can see the corners of each community, with lights and smoke, each with its own beauty.

Wen Changling opened the car window, and the wind blew the sound in. The quiet car began to become noisy, and she heard the cries of food stalls in the distance.

After blowing the night wind for a while, she suddenly asked Xie Shang: "If I die first, how long will it take for you to forget me?"

This question is very pessimistic, perhaps influenced by the movie.

"The movie is a fiction, don't make up your mind."

She looked at the petals on the branches that were swaying in the wind: "I'm not just thinking, it's just a hypothesis. After all, things are unpredictable, and not everyone can live a long life." She turned her head and looked at Xie Shang, "Don't talk casually Answer me and think about it carefully."

Xie Shang did not answer immediately. He had an answer. What he hesitated about was what kind of answer Wen Changling wanted to hear.

"There's someone selling sugar-roasted chestnuts there."

"I'll go buy it. You wait for me in the car."

We had dinner at Su Beihe's shop. Wen Changling ate very little. She has always had a bad appetite recently. It was not nine o'clock when he returned to Hetang Street, and Xie Shang parked his car behind the yard.

After getting off the car, he asked Wen Changling: "Are you going to my place?"

"not going."

She went back to Granny Zhu’s yard.

"Long age."

She looked back.

Xie Shang didn't say anything, just looked at her.

She had already reached the back door of Granny Zhu's house, put down the bag of roasted chestnuts, then turned back and kissed Xie Shang coaxingly: "Good night."

As soon as her tiptoed feet landed, Xie Shang reached out and grabbed her waist.

"It's unfair of you." "What's unfair?"

Xie Shang tightened his arms and crossed the threshold with Wen Changling in his arms. When he raised his hand to close the door, he pressed down: "You can't just take care of your needs." He called Miss Wen, "take care of me too."

He found a bottle of sleeping pills in her room and was afraid to leave her alone.

Looking into each other's eyes, he was seducing her. His gaze was like the light of summer noon, and the skin that he looked directly at would become hot.

Then naturally, they started kissing. Wen Changling took the lead at first. When she gradually lost strength, she grabbed Xie Shang's clothes at the waist.

Xie Shanghui held her waist and kissed her lightly, giving her time to breathe before going deeper.

She gradually couldn't keep up with him, her body kept moving backwards, her arm pressed against the door, she frowned, and accidentally bit Xie Shang.

He stopped: "What happened to the hand?"

"nothing."

The moonlight is only enough to illuminate the outline, but it cannot be seen clearly. Xie Shang turned on the light, held Wen Changling's left hand, and pulled up her sleeve. There was a very thin bandage wrapped around her left arm, which she probably wrapped herself, and it was wrapped very casually.

"How did you get hurt?"

"The knife slipped while cutting the fruit."

This is how she explained the injury on her finger.

Xie Shang took off the bandage. No medicine was applied to her wound. She had just accidentally touched it and there was slight bleeding.

"The questions you asked me at the lakeside, I will answer you now." His eyes were very calm, without any sign of impulsiveness. They were the determination and certainty after careful consideration, "Xiao Huan always said that I am a love brain, and I never refuted it. Passed. As I grow older, I don’t cherish life that much, otherwise I wouldn’t go to Lelito to play Deep Sea Escape as soon as I became an adult.”

Wen Changling's whole body seemed to be frozen. This was not the answer she wanted.

She said nothing and allowed Xie Shang to pull her into the house and apply the medicine.

"Don't cut your own fruit again."

after a long time.

Then she said: "Okay."

After Ana and Wen Yuan passed away one after another, she became ill. She had been ill for a long time and had not been well. She had abused herself and committed suicide. She had even chosen a graveyard, right next to Ana. She planned everything, and when her revenge was avenged, she would reunite with her family.

Xie Shang was an accident, it was the hospice care she gave herself.

When she worked as a nurse in the care ward, the head nurse once said to her: Hospice care must also be done in a certain way, otherwise those who have to leave will be reluctant to leave.

Wen Changling turned on the bathroom faucet and dialed a number.

"Doctor Tao."

She looked at the re-bandaged arm: "Can I make an appointment next Saturday?"

She has encountered such patients before, who were reluctant to let go after being transferred to the hospice ward, but they could not save themselves.

Sorry, I've been stuck on trivial matters these days.