Fire Game

"Tattoo..."

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface in an endless stream, shattering into flowers.

Ying'er held an umbrella and stood for a long time in the rain before pushing open the door in front of her.

Inside the house.

As a rough mountain man, Kou Chen sat on a chair with a pair of scissors in his hands, and was actually doing manual work that only girls could study.

He did it very seriously and carefully, even if the door was pushed open and the cold wind came in, he didn't seem to notice.

A piece of paper gradually changed its appearance under his cutting, and a butterfly gradually appeared as a fake.

Stormy weather.

Ying'er stood at the door with a gloomy expression on her face.

"Brother Kou Chen."

After a long time, seeing that a butterfly was about to be cut out, she opened her mouth and shouted.

Kou Chen turned a deaf ear, and was careful, even meticulous. When the butterfly was completely cut out, he put down the scissors.

"Ying'er, my current skills are probably not much worse than yours."

He didn't look up, as if the butterfly paper-cut he was holding in his hand was a living thing. He was worried about hurting it. His movements were gentle, almost cautious, and the tenderness in his eyes was incompatible with his rough and fierce appearance.

If Fatty Jin watched here, he would definitely smack his tongue.

Ying'er suddenly became extremely angry, and threw the paper umbrella on the ground.

"Brother Kou Chen, can you wake up!"

The sound was so loud, it was like a thunderous explosion.

Kou Chen didn't change his face, and finally slowly raised his head.

Ying'er was full of pain. Looking at the lifelike paper-cut, she seemed to be looking at a monster. She wanted to rush up to tear it apart.

"Sister Hu Die is dead! Do you understand that you are dead! How long will you sink into?!"

Kou Chen's expression was calm, and the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a smile that looked very scary in this situation.

"I know she's dead, but I buried her with my own hands. You don't need to remind me."

Ying'er, who was saddened and angry, took a deep breath and seemed to want to wake the man up, and said angrily, "Since you know, why are you still obsessed with it? People can't be resurrected from the dead, they're dead, no matter what you do. No matter what she does, she won't be able to survive again, you understand!"

Looking at Ying'er, who was a little out of control, Kou Chen's smile remained unchanged, and the corners of his mouth even rose again.

"You are right, people can't be resurrected from death, but Hu Die told me that people leave this world and are divided into three stages, one is the physical death, the other is that all traces of existence are erased, and finally, the is forgotten."

Kou Chen smiled and said, "Look, so far, all of us still remember her, and remember her clearly, don't we?"

Ying'er's eyes were horrified, her face was full of disbelief, she said in disbelief, "Brother Kou Chen, are you crazy?"

"No, I'm not crazy, I've never been so awake as I am now."

Kou Chen gently stroked the butterfly in his hand.

"Ying'er, don't you understand that this village is crazy, not us."

Ying'er's eyes trembled violently, her hands clenched involuntarily, and she threatened with hatred: "Brother Kou Chen, if you are so obsessed, I can only tell my father everything!"

"what!"

Kou Chen not only did not panic because of this, but opened his mouth and laughed.

"Ying'er, what I do is my power, and you are the same. You can tell your father now, as long as you think it's right and you won't regret it, I will never stop you, and I will never blame you. You, on the contrary, I am grateful for all you have done for us."

Hearing this, Ying'er flashed an indescribable panic in her eyes, and her face was a little paler, and she refuted without thinking, "No! I haven't done anything!"

Kou Chen restrained his smile and quietly looked at the slim woman who was already standing at the door.

Unlike when he was facing butterfly paper-cutting, his tenderness at this time was more like a brother viewing his sister.

"Ying'er, I miss those days when we were young, how carefree and happy, I will never forget those days."

Ying'er also seemed to be reminded of her happy childhood memories. She bit her lip. She couldn't help taking two steps forward, persuading or even praying, "Brother Kou Chen, can you stop? Now everything is going on. It's too late, we can go back to the past, and we can pretend that nothing happened..."

Kou Chen shook his head, lowered his head again, stared at the butterfly paper-cut in his hand, and smiled sadly.

"Can not go back."

The simple four words seemed to have a despairing effect. Ying'er's emotions were completely out of control, the resentment and jealousy that had been suppressed for a long time finally could not be restrained, and her voice became a bit sharp.

"A dead person, so you can't forget it?! Isn't it enough that you killed so many people for her?!"

"Not enough!"

In an instant, Kou Chen's tone was suddenly low, and murderous intent was revealed in his eyes.

"Never enough!"

"Damn those people! I want to kill them all! Kill them all!"

At this time, Kou Chen has an extremely gloomy temperament, like a living ghost!

Ying'er seemed to be startled and was stunned for a while.

"...And then? What if you kill them all? Can she survive? No! Don't you think about yourself?"

Kou Chen raised his head~www.readwn.com~ Ying'er, don't you understand that from the moment she died, I was already dead, and now I'm just a corpse. You don't understand now, but you will understand later..."

Before Kou Chen could finish speaking, Ying'er interrupted him.

"It's you who don't understand! Kou Chen, do you think you are so great? By doing this, you can prove your love for her? Let me tell you, you have always been a coward, from beginning to end!"

Looking at the woman with a fierce voice, Kou Chen's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Ying'er breathed heavily and looked at Kou Chen for a while before gradually calming down.

"You'd better not touch those foreigners. There are policemen among them. Now they may have begun to suspect. If they find out the truth, no one can save you."

Kou Chen frowned.

"I didn't kill that man."

"Who is it that isn't you? Could it be the ghost of Sister Butterfly? I know Sister Hu Die, no less than you! She is so kind, how could she harm people?! What's more, she is an innocent person!"

Kou Chen fell silent.

Ying'er walked to the wall, picked up the paper umbrella that was blown open by the wind, and turned around.

When she reached the door, she paused.

"I also tell you something, everything I do is not for you."

She threw a word indifferently, without turning her head, she walked into the rain with an umbrella.

The door forgot to close.

The cold wind was unobstructed and entered the house.

The butterfly flutters its wings.

Seeing Ying'er's figure being engulfed by the rain curtain, Kou Chen retracted his gaze, lowered his head, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes, and murmured,

"Is that you?"

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