Forensic without kites

Chapter 320

When Wuyuan walked back to the community, her hands and feet were so cold that she couldn't feel it.

The guard was shocked when he saw her. He poked his head out of the guard booth, looked her up and down, and said, "Miss Wei, are you back? I haven't seen you for a long time. Did you go on a business trip? Eh, you came back on foot? So It's late, I should be able to catch a taxi! Did you have dinner? Oh yes! What happened to that incident that day? What was in it?" The doorman still had lingering fears when he thought of what happened that day.

"Oh, I ate it." Wuyuan was slightly stunned, and nodded.

The guard looked at her nose that was red from the cold, and said with concern: "Miss Wei, go in quickly, I see that your face is blue from the cold. Hey, don't be cold at home, little girl, go back and make a glass of ginger." Let's drink the soup!"

The doorman was old, and when he said those words, maybe it was just a professional habit for many years.But listening to Wuyuan's ears, a warm current rose inexplicably in his heart.

"Ok."

"Hey, hurry in, hurry in." The guard waved his hand.

Pushing open the door, a dull air swept in. Wuyuan threw her backpack on the floor, threw her keys on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, and went to open all the windows.

It's still the same as usual.

Looking at the Jurassic Park-like buildings on her side, the lights of the newly built residential buildings on the opposite side are flickering.

It was very late, and through the cold air, I saw a resident and a child nestled in the arms of their mother, sweetly drinking the fruit juice that their mother fed him.The young father next to him is watching the game with relish.Although the family does their own things, they are also happy.

A smile suddenly appeared on her lips, and she sat directly on the windowsill with her legs bent.

The residents directly opposite were still in total darkness.

The master didn't know where he was going to study abroad, or what, and he hadn't seen anyone.

The wind is cold, and the lights of thousands of houses are on.

The city shines brightly every minute.

But there were no fireworks around her.

His eyes darkened.

Covering her mouth with her fingers, she lowered her head and took out her mobile phone, opened the screen, her white fingertips rested on the three very familiar words, and did not move for a long time.

The bitter wind came in from the window sill, messing with her forehead hair.

The eyelids drooped slightly, and a look of pain overflowed the bottom of the eyes.Finally, trembling fingertips were about to press down.It's just that every time it's only a little short of touching the screen, it retreats as if it's touching a flame.

Immediately, a hint of hostility rose to the tip of her eyebrows, and she flicked her hands and threw the phone on the opposite wall.The mobile phone fell to the ground, broke into several pieces, and thousands of pieces instantly disappeared.

But there seemed to be a scorching flame in his chest, which was so hot that his skin hurt.Turning her head and turning her head, she took two steps, grabbed a plate of potted plants placed on the side coffee table, lifted it above her head, and threw it to the bookshelf full of forensic books with all her strength.The dry soil splashed everywhere, and the withered asparagus bamboo that had been short of water for a long time finally ended its short life—it fell to the ground and broke.

She put one hand on her hip, one hand against the wall, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, her chest heaving up and down, and it was over.

That night, Wuyuan slept very deeply.

When I woke up, the wind was blowing from the northwest, and the weather was still gloomy.

She got out of bed, opened her eyes, and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling in a daze.

After a long time, the noisy sound of car horns came from downstairs, and she rubbed her eyes, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The outside of the living room was still in a mess, she stared blankly at the dirt and debris on the floor with her bare feet, as if everything in the night was just a dream.Now awake, the window is bleak, and the jackdaw is crying blood.

She called the hourly worker, asked her to help clean up the house, and went out with her bag.

Today is not the weekend. According to the habit of previous years, after the new year, there are two days before the annual holiday in the hall.With her qualifications, she no longer needs to stay on duty like grassroots staff.

She decided to go to the library for a day.

　Thank you for your concern, I am fine now.I have been in retreat recently. Apart from going to work, I spend my nights reading books and doing sports. I appreciate the profoundness of Buddhism in the profound Buddhist classics, so as to cultivate my body and mind.Someday in the future, I will still think of tonight-I opened the door and window and looked at the cold night sky.There is no noise or shadows, just emptiness, dotted with countless tiny sparkling stars in the deep, deep, silky sky.The outline of the new article was suddenly drawn in my heart. The next book will be related to the starry sky. The male protagonist is a special musician who likes stars.I will still be in Hongxiu, this is my home, how can I leave...

　　
　
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