Forensic without kites

Chapter 70 Starlight Boy (3)

Du Heng, that is, Du Ruo, is a metaphor for a gentleman and a gentleman.

Her heart moved, and she said: "Being taken by Shi Lanxi to Du Heng, Zhe Fangxin's thoughts, this is where your name comes from, right?"

He glanced at her and said, "No."

His low voice is also as pale as twilight.

"Uh, what's that?"

He had already wiped away the wet and sticky blood on the skirt of his white suit, and he stuffed the mottled handkerchief into a pocket.

"traditional Chinese medicine."

As he spoke, his slender fingers took out a clean white handkerchief from another pocket and handed it to her.

Wuyuan was stunned.

Du Ruo is a Chinese herbal medicine, inconspicuous, and the flowers it produces are inconspicuous, with a small fragrance, and the roots are pungent. If it is used in excess, it will be highly poisonous.

This is not a flattering plant.

But the boy said that his name came from Du Ruo.

She raised her eyes to look at him again, he still maintained the handkerchief hand, his head was slightly drooping, and there was no expression on his overpowering face, only confusion.

A touch of distressed, immediately welled up in my heart.

She pulled out a smile, took the handkerchief in his hand, wrapped it around the bleeding part of her right arm, and stopped the bleeding.

"Let's go. I'll take you to change clothes."

The red lips pouted towards the hem of his shirt, "It's not suitable for you to appear in the bank like this, others will think you are a murderer."

In the boundless twilight, the young man stood there straight, his tall and thin figure reflected in the busy traffic behind him, indescribable loneliness and bewilderment continuously emanated from his pair of clear eyes.

He didn't say anything, just looked at her with two clear eyes.

The sun was setting, and the two rows of thick long eyelashes seemed to be coated with molten gold. The setting sun stretched his thin figure very long.

Wuyuan smiled again, picked up the shoulder bag from the ground, ignoring all the eyes cast on them from around.Walking to his side, he took his slender and white hand hanging on the side of his slender legs, and said, "Go, my sister will take you to eat. The bank is off work at this time, so go tomorrow, and eat something first."

The young man looked down at the hand that was holding him, the roots were slender and white, holding him firmly, the slightly warm force in his palm seemed to scald his heart all at once.

His vast eyes moved, and he looked up at her.

As dusk fell, the street lights in the distance gradually lit up.

Her eyes were reflected in the twilight, shining like shooting stars in the sky.

From the dry well in my heart, the first drop of cool and warm raindrops fell for a long time, and with a thud, it hovered over the high claustrophobic wall.

The young man let her pull him, and followed her quietly. The moment his head drooped slightly, his perfectly curved pink lips bent like never before.

Lanterns made of bamboo sliver glow, and an oriole is perched on a branch of pear blossom, looking forward to it.

Wuyuan stopped the knife and fork in her hand, looked at the boy who was eating quietly opposite, and couldn't help asking: "You haven't told my sister yet, where do you live? Do you have a phone number from your family, and my sister asked them to pick you up. Or, my sister send you home."

He was slicing a piece of filet steak, when he heard her question, his slender fingers paused, he raised his incomparable face, and said, "Go home, I will."

She showed a charming smile and joked: "Are you sure? You couldn't even find the way to the bank just now, and you will be able to find your way home later?"

"Ah."

He stopped talking, lowered his head, picked up the knife and fork again with his slender fingers, and started eating quietly.

(End of this chapter)