Star-Crossed Lovers: The Ex-Convict and the White Rabbit

A few hours before dawn, Lu Yin was staying outside for half a night. After listening to him, his physiology and psychology had been stretched to the limit, enough trouble, and it was not long before he fell asleep with his clothes.

Lu Qiang hugged her into the bedroom, pulled off the cotton coat and jeans, and pulled the quilt tightly.

I found a mobile phone in the living room. There were two missed calls in it, which were caused by the call. He touched a cigarette, walked to the terrace, and returned to him, reporting safety.

The outside was still dry and cold, the street lights were off, the sky against the snow was not so dark, and the eyes were down. The handprints on the external air conditioner were still there, which he had printed before.

Lu Qiang finished smoking the cigarette and folded back.

He sighed in the palm of his hand, clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, sniffed the neckline again, and walked away to the bathroom with a quick light.

Hot water splashed on his body, a sharp pain came from his shoulder, Lu Qiang suddenly opened his eyes, his head flicked, the wound on his left shoulder was soaked in water, and there was a faint red color spreading all around, all small teeth marks It is clear.

Lu Qiang went to the hand-washing station and wiped off a layer of mist with his hand. His solid chest was clearly reflected in the mirror, and he touched the wound on his shoulder. How sad was it to exert such a great force? He rubbed for a while, flicked his face with cold water, shook his head, and the mirror was covered with fine drops of water. The mist spread again and completely blurred his vision.

Lu Qiang propped up his arm, half bowed, and Lu Yin's words made him a little distracted.

After the shower, scrubbing scribbled, he jumped directly into bed. Lu Yin has fallen asleep, with one hand under the ear, lying on the side, awkward posture. The temperature in the bedroom was high. She was frozen and warmed up again, her entire face flushed. Lu Qiang looked at it for a while, holding her head out, helping her pull out the hair that ate into the corner of her mouth, sticking it to her forehead, and staying on the lips for a long time before leaving. Turn off the lights and lie down with them.

The feeling was relatively stable. I didn't know a few points. I was awakened by the tickle on my forehead.

Lu Qiang narrowed her eyes, her eyebrows slammed into her pupils, her lips slightly pursed, her eyes clear, and Zheng Zi looked at him carefully.

Lu Yin was earlier than he woke up. The sun was dazzling outside the window, and the snow and silver shaded the sky, and the dry tree shadows swayed back and forth on the wall, bringing a bit of unrealness.

Lu Qiang took the forehead and sent it to his lips to kiss. "Wake up?" The voice was very quiet. He smoked too much yesterday, and at the first mouth, his voice was hoarse.

Lu Yin didn't answer, his eyes moved upward, and fell on his forehead again. There is a slender scar on the temple on the right, and the necrotic epidermis is reflected elsewhere, reflecting extremely pale light.

"How did that scar stay?"

Lu Qiang stagnate: "You didn't ask."

She repeated: "How did you stay?"

"Slashed."

The last time she asked him, Lu Qiang also had the answer. Before, she thought it was just a joke, she didn't think deeply. He mentioned a sentence yesterday, and she probably guessed before and after.

Lu Yin said: "Because it takes a full set to play, he has a wound on his head, so do you draw the same?"

"Yes." Lu Qiang said: "Even if the knife edge does not match, you must do what you see on the face."

"It's a real deal."

"No pain." Lu Qiang said.

Lu Yin didn't smile, but his nose was sour. I didn't know if he should be distressed.

She didn't open her eyes, propped up her arms, but couldn't move.

Lu Yin asked: "Aren't you thirsty?"

Lu Qiang looked at her eyes and didn't mean to let go.

For a long while, she sighed and lay down quietly: "I ran away in the middle of the night yesterday because I didn’t want to understand it for a moment. You explained it, and I can accept this result. Those are your past, even if I don’t want it anymore. Unable to change," she said, stopping here, her eyes fixed on the roof, where small light spots were constantly changing. She continued: "If you give me another chance, you will definitely stay away from you, without starting, you don't have to force yourself to accept."

"I'm a person who compares the axis and will hesitate at first. Once I find out, I don't want to play casually. I think about things for a long time in the morning," she said slowly. "...So, I didn't plan to separate from you, But, in the future, you will not let me down?"

Her expression was very light, her lips twitched into a seemingly arc, her eyes fixed, and she was stubbornly waiting for his answer.

Lu Qiang looked at her for a long time.

Lu Yin repeated: "Let's live a good life, OK?"

Lu Qiang rolled his throat, and finally closed his eyes and said lowly.

Lu Yin leaned over and touched his lips: "Drink water?"

***

Later, Lu Qiang and Genzi met, went to the Public Security Bureau, Dalong squatted in the interrogation room, his beard was shabby, his eyes were red, his body was languishing, seeing Lu Qiang almost crying, when he was beating He's domineering is gone, like a **** defeat.

Liang Yarong kept talking and asked the police to intervene. Dalong was temporarily detained in a detention facility.

It was still too early to come out from the Public Security Bureau. Tan Wei ran out, called Lu Qiang, and stopped just two meters away.

Lu Qiang turned around and gave her a cold glance.

Tan Wei was a little uneasy. She put her hands in her pockets and pushed her back. "That, she... all right."

Lu Qiang lifted his leg to go.

In a hurry, she followed two steps and grabbed the cloth on his elbow: "I mean... sorry."

Lu Qiang didn't appreciate it, and suddenly lowered her eyes. She seemed to be electrocuted and her arm retracted immediately.

Tan Wei regretted it, and he couldn't hold his face for a while, trying to calm down: "I care about you kindly, and I have been thinking all night. What is your attitude?"

Lu Qiang said: "I am the one who cares for food and hates the things people touch me the most, even if I have a crooked mind. Take care of your mouth, and then go out a nonsense, don't blame me for tearing you."

Finished the step. In any case, I don't want to see a woman in general.

Tan Wei was not angry, and shouted: "Lu Qiang," she bit her lip: "Don't forget that I saved you, the kittens and puppies still know how to tell the story, I will say a few more words, Murder is not too much, what do you think of me?"

"I want you to stay away from me," Lu Qiang said, "I want you to take off this police uniform and the shot in the prison, and I am grateful that Dade repays his life. Don't take the duty to say anything."

Tan Wei froze on the spot.

Lu Qiang glanced at her: "I must be worthy of the clothes on my body." He looked at the root: "Leave."

Genzi drove his broken bread, and the two got into the car. He couldn't help but ask: "Brother, are you scolding a little bit? After all, the man is a little girl, how pitiful."

Lu Qiang hummed: "Why didn't I see pity when I broke my mouth."

Genzi was driving, and he dared to ridicule when he saw that his mood was clear: "Changed! Brother Qiang, sister-in-law let you correct evil!"

Lu Qiang: "Don't **** yin and yang."

Genzi smirked and rubbed the back of his head: "Where are we going next?"

Lu Qiang said: "Don't you ask the hospital address just now."

"Go to the hospital?"

Lu Qiang replied, "Dragon is still inside, so I have to check it out."

Genzi nodded, stepped on the accelerator to speed up, missed the morning rush to work, all the way smoothly.

Lu Qiang first walked into the lobby and waited for the root to stop. In the morning, the hospital was overcrowded and bustling, and there were family members waiting in line to pay. Lu Qiang took two steps to the side, turned a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, but didn't wait for it to fill up. A little nurse came over and frowned at him, "The hospital can't smoke."

Lu Qiang was half-smoked in his mouth, raised his hand at her, and walked away.

The snow shoveled to both sides of the road, revealing the originally gray ground, and the steps were still slippery, and the people who came up were twisting carefully. He gave way to the wall and exhaled the smoke.

The parking lot was far away. The cigarette in his mouth had been smoked and the root had not returned. He looked down and wanted to find another one, before waiting for his eyes to drop. The person flashed at the door, wearing a black trench coat and casual pants and striding out.

When he hit a passerby at the door, he scolded it away. Lu Qiang saw him in a state of embarrassment, and the shirt and trousers were covered with water. He stood for a moment in front of the steps, looked back, and then flicked his hand. go away.

Genzi didn't know when to come and waved his hand in front of his eyes: "Brother, what are you looking at?"

Lu Qiang glanced again and lifted his legs inwards: "Nothing."

Liang Yajun lived in a high-end ward, which Liang Yarong had seen Lu Qiang deliberately change last night, on the top floor of the hospital.

The corridor was quiet and silent, with clear windows and a very quiet environment.

There is a small restroom outside the ward, and Lu Qiang's hand covered the door and paused before knocking twice. One leg hadn't stepped in yet, and afterglow in the corner of his eyes saw an object flying out of it. As soon as he closed his arm, he hit the door with heavy objects and thumped.

After a few seconds, he reopened the door.

Wu Qiong sat on the sofa and turned back suddenly: "Tell you to get away, don't appear disgusting in front of me..."

At that moment, her expression was a bit daunting. She grabbed the cushion and threw it, but the person who saw the door was sluggish. After a while, she opened her mouth and didn't say a word.

When he was away from Lu Qiang, he inevitably contributed to it. He was punished for Qiu Zhen, and at first she hated going crazy. In the month she lay in the hospital, she was unrequited and emotionally negative. The hospital had issued several notices of critical illness. After a long time of torture, she was alive after she wiped her shoulders with death. After that, I received a long period of psychological counseling, and my mood slowly and calmly, along with the feeling of affection for him, was also taken away.

In the past few years, she has no desires and desires, and her emotions have never run out of control until she meets Qiu Zhen a few days ago.

The nightmare is still here.

Wu Qiong took the shaking hand and pretended to be calm: "Let's go, my mother goes down to buy food and will come back soon."

Lu Qiang stood still at the door: "What kind of injury does he have?"

Wu Qiong looked at him for two seconds and turned to other places: "Many traumas, slight head concussion, nasal bone fracture, comminuted fracture of left tibia."

"Awake?"

"No," Wu Qiong said, "had been sleeping with anesthetics."

"The cost is given by the dragon, so that people try to be as good as possible."

Wu Qiong lowered his head and said nothing.

Lu Qiang paused: "People are still squatting in the detention center, fighting and fighting, how much should be paid, let him come over and admit mistakes in person... Some things he does not know, it is innocent, hard to bite It doesn't make much sense to release."

Wu Qiong only came back a little bit, and she let go: "I don't count on this matter."

Lu Qiang said: "I hope you can think clearly."

Without staying for a long time, he came out of the ward and ran downstairs to pay the fee first. He took a long walk behind him and took the next elevator. The door was closed at the moment, and someone pressed it from the outside.

Wu Qiong chased out, breathless: "I have a few words."

After a few seconds, Lu Qiang straightened up from the wall, followed, and the two found a quiet place to talk.

There is a smoking room at the corner, facing the hospital lawn outside the window. There is no green in winter and it is snowy.

There was a meter gap between the two. Lu Qiang just took the cigarette to smoke, and the space was not large.

Lu Qiang with one hand in his pocket: "What to say?"

Wu Di said: "For your friend, I can persuade my mother to tell her not to pursue."

Lu Qiang took a sip and narrowed his eyes: "What then?"

She lowered her head and rubbed her hands a few times in front of her: "He," Wu Qiong took a breath and tried to stabilize her emotions, before saying: "Qiu Zhen... suddenly met me on the road in the previous paragraph. After that, it was the same as before. It’s always lingering, and it appears from time to time, saying some inexplicable words... I’m terrified, I can’t hide even if I want to hide, my mother is in bad health, and dare not tell her..."

Lu Qiang glanced at her, his eyes dropped, and fell on her hand. She was shaking a little, desperately controlling, and the bony joints were pale.

For a while, Wu Qiong looked at his profile: "The old things will pass by and I will appoint him. He used to listen to you the most, could he... let him not harass me?"

Lu Qiang didn't answer her words, squinting out the window, the smoke biting on her mouth hadn't moved. If it weren't for the smoke, the world seemed to freeze.

The white dazzle outside the window, and the crowd looked like ants, slowly crawling on their tracks.

When the smoke burned to the end, the ash could no longer be supported, and a large piece fell on the window sill.

Lu Qiang took it and flicked it directly into the trash can: "I can't control his business now."

...

After that, Lu Qiang didn't show up again, and let Genzi send the money twice. Except for the leg injury, Liang Yajun recovered almost all the other parts. He left the hospital and entered the rehabilitation center.

Soon afterwards, Dalong was released, and Wu Qiong finally said Tong Liang Yarong, otherwise she would like to investigate to the end by virtue of those inspection reports. It would be inevitable for Dalong to sit for a year and a half.

Dismissed by the logistics company, the hospital's money was paid by Lu Qiang. After coming out, he asked several people to drink out and have a good temper, and a lot of bad temper converged. A few glasses of white wine fell into the stomach, holding Lu Qiang's legs and crying and crying, somehow. Just fine.

Lu Qiang laughed and scolded him, turned to the window, and the fine snowflakes fluttered.

The winter of this year seemed extremely cold. The heavy snow and light snow never broke, and the whole city seemed to be covered in white, cold and desolate.

One week before the Spring Festival, Uncle Lu Yin called again and determined the time to go home with her. She had planned to stay in Zhangzhou with Lu Qiang this year. When she thought about it, she only went back once after graduation. Even if she didn't want to, her uncle was still a kiss after all.

After discussing with Lu Qiang, he only remained silent for a moment, and smiled and asked her to go back.

Lu Yin said: "In five or six days, the fourth day can return to Zhangzhou."

"I will pick you up."

She packed up a few pieces of laundry: "Where are you going for the New Year?"

"It's rooted, we can get a table of mahjong together."

After all, Lu Yin apologized and kissed him on the cheek: "Wait for me to come back. I will be with you next year."

Thinking of next year, Lu Qiang smiled. Promises always make people look forward to, but there are still differences from reality.

He kissed up, "Okay."

It was night when I left, and she was sent by Lu Qiang, and her uncle's family was a little south. She lived in a small county. The train was more convenient than the plane. It took ten hours to travel.

Lu Yin carried a small suitcase and was packed with snacks on his way to eat.

After catching up with the peak of the Spring Festival, people from all walks of life in the waiting room lay on the ground. Lu Qiang glanced at his eyes and couldn't help frowning. In the end, he got a platform ticket and sent her to the car.

At the bottom shop he bought, he put away his luggage and folded down.

The clothing corner was pulled down, Lu Qiang turned back, she sat on the bed, looked up at him.

Lu Qiang bowed and smiled, "Can't bear me?"

Lu Yin pursed her lips and asked in a low voice: "Will you miss me?"

Surrounded by a crowd of people, Lu Qiang pinched her chin, "I don't want to. It's uncomfortable. Can you come back and give the Laozi a fire?"

Lu Yin only heard the first two words, the uncomfortable throat infarction, gently biting her lower lip, and the shadow on the top of her head was a little blurry.

Lu Qiang stayed for a while, "I don't know what to do."

Lu Yin blinked quickly, concealing a smile: "Come on now, it's time to drive."

Lu Qiang buried his head lower and saw her for a long time: "The fourth day will come to pick you up."

The trainman at the door blew a whistle, and Lu Qiang kissed her, "I'm gone."

Lu Yin sucked his nose, remembered something, and quickly opened the curtains. The platform was dim and dark, with only two or three figures left. Within a few seconds, Lu Qiang appeared in the window, with his hands in his pockets, biting the unburnt between his teeth. Smoke, hook her lips.

The two are separated by thin glass, but they have to move away. Five or six days is not a long time, but Lu Yin is afraid of separation.

Outside the car window, Lu Qiang took out his mobile phone, pressed on it, lifted towards Lu Yin, and motioned her to read the text message.

He didn't wait for the train to leave, leaving her with a back. Her tall body, her head hanging down, her back bowed, she walked unhurriedly, as if she didn't have to wait for her home.

Lu Yin put down the curtains and rubbed his eyes before remembering to flip the phone from his pocket.

She only glanced at it and threw it out, feeling that it was a waste of emotion just now.

Four words on the screen: I miss you.

After a while, Lu Yin picked it up and glanced at her cheeks.

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