: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (32)

Author: Yaoli

: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (32)

Yan Ran noticed something from it very keenly, but it just flashed by and disappeared before he could catch it.

Yan Ran didn't want to beat around the bush and asked directly: "Are you angry?"

"Am I angry?" Fu Ji smiled, mockingly: "What right do I have to be angry?"

He seemed really angry.

She reached out to touch the man's hair, but was dodged.

"Xiao Ji?"

Fu Ji looked like he hadn't heard anything.

Yan Ran has never coaxed anyone before. People of her status have been coaxed by others.

Under Fu Ji's indifferent attitude, Yan Ran didn't stay long and went out after a while.

The streets looked very cold after the New Year, and the snow was thick and shoveled aside, leaving a road.

The liveliness and warmth that night seemed to be just a mirage imagined by the thirsty traveler. When he woke up from the dream, everything returned to reality.

Fu Ji crossed his legs and sat on the carpet to draw. Painting supplies were everywhere. A horror movie was playing on the TV with the sound at the maximum volume. He didn't know who he was trying to scare.

Under this eerie and terrifying music, the door opened and a man in a camel coat walked in.

The man was very handsome, with a sense of arrogance all over his body, and his clothes were neat. He was obviously from the upper class.

When he saw Fu Ji sitting struttingly on the carpet, he frowned slightly, and his tone was really not good: "Why are you here?"

Fu Ji raised his head, his expression was extremely natural, and his dark pupils were covered with a haze. He did not speak and quickly lowered his head, as if there was no such person in front of him.

Yue Ling frowned, his face was cold, and his eyes as sharp as a knife were piercing Fu Ji, as if it was a big sin for him to be here at this moment.

It's like a lion whose territory has been violated.

Unfortunately, before the lion had time to drive away the enemy, a hoarse voice came from the stairs.

"Yue Ling."

Yan Ran walked down at some point. She wore a gray sweater on her thin upper body, and her loose trousers made her legs very long. The hand holding the book had sunken joints, revealing the veins on the back of her hand.

There was a sense of alienation in his colored pupils.

Yue Ling wiped away his gloominess and smiled lightly, but it was obvious that he was still worried about Fu Ji being here.

It's like Yue Ling has changed his face. He really doesn't like Fu Ji.

The tall and big man looked like a coquettish child asking for sweets next to Yan Ran.

"Why is this kid here? He's still here during the Chinese New Year."

Fu Ji didn't look at Yan Ran's face, but could hear her cold voice.

"It's just that he is pitiful."

Fu Ji's pupils suddenly contracted, and his chest was filled with torrential waves. As he sat frozen on the spot, his mind was actually blank.

……What?

"Yan Ran, this is too unfair, isn't it? I wanted to stay here for a few days before, but you were unwilling to do so, or I begged for a long time before you were willing to give me a key. How come that kid can stay here for so many days?

?”

"Don't be so glib. What's the point of staying with me every day?"

"I don't..."

They went up side by side and didn't notice him sitting on the carpet.

[Ding! The villain’s darkness has reached 60%!]

[Ding! The villain’s darkness has reached 70%!]

The living room was quiet again, and the TV was still playing, like an audio comedy.

Fu Ji took a few deep breaths as if he was short of oxygen. Colorful sparks exploded in his mind, and his ears buzzed.

"ha!"

He let out a short laugh, and under his eyes, there was a faint blush, hiding bloodthirsty and violent aura.

The hand holding the paintbrush was shaking. Although the hand looked so strong and had clear joints, it seemed like it couldn't even pick up a pen. It was shaking so hard.

snap——

The paintbrush fell on the carpet, making a dull sound, and the red paint dripped on the gray carpet like blood.

He had a pair of scarlet eyes, which were cold and twisted, twisted and bloodthirsty.

Who is he?

Who is Yan Ran again? You meddling idiot! They all deserve to die!

How could Yan Ran say such words?

That pale face and extremely calm tone seemed to reappear in my mind.

"It's just that he is pitiful."

Pitiful?

Fu Ji clenched his teeth and the muscles on his face trembled violently.

all fake!

But the temperature on the young man's body is so hot, like the warm sun in the sky. Just hugging him for a while can warm up his cold temperature. The warmth between the mingling of breaths flows continuously along the limbs.

In his dry heart.

The warm embrace was so real that it made him dizzy, thinking that he was loved.

But he forgot, what was Yan Ran's purpose from the beginning?

What did Yan Ran do in the previous life?

Have you forgotten? It's not that you've forgotten, it's just that you're just greedy for the sun-like warmth, and you can't help but want more and more.

The smile on Fu Ji's face became more and more sarcastic. He clenched his fingers tightly and his nails dug into his flesh, leaving crescent marks with deep blood visible.

Of course, you shouldn't trust anyone.

[Ding! The villain’s blackness has reached 80%!]

——

The pale ward was completely empty, with withered branches and leaves outside the window, and only one or two sparrows staying here and there.

The skinny man sat on the hospital bed with empty eyes. He was very thin, so pitifully thin that it seemed like there was only a skeleton left.

He held a flower in his hand and picked off the petals one by one. The wrist that was inadvertently exposed was full of pinholes and bruises.

"One piece, two pieces, three pieces..."

The low and hoarse murmur disappeared in the cold air in an instant, as if it had never existed.

After a while, the petals were picked off, leaving only the yellow and bare heart.

The nervous man suddenly raised his head, and the snow-white ward was filled with flames. Hot flames were flying everywhere, thick smoke was blowing in his face, panicked people were running around like headless flies, and their cries were loud.

In this desperate cry, the man was surrounded by clusters of flames, and the scorching hot air waves came towards him like a mountain. It was like being in a boundless and terrifying hell, which was creepy and despairing.

He seemed to smell the smell of burnt flesh, coming from himself.

Later, he was burned into a charred corpse, exuding a foul smell, and was thrown into the crematorium and labeled with a cold serial number.

From then on, there was no such person as Fu Ji in this world.

No one remembers Fu Ji anymore.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the dark and hollow pupils seemed to reflect the afterimage of the flames. His chest heaved up and down, he breathed intermittently, and his pale, bloodless lips wriggled with effort.

Fu Ji was leaning on the foot of the sofa covered in sweat. His face was pale and bluish-green, with a lifeless air. There was a layer of cold sweat on his forehead and he was clenching his teeth. His lips were bloodless, and his whole body was trembling.
Chapter completed!