seek her

Song Sipu took her hand and held it in his palm, "Don't worry, take your time later, the days are still long."

He didn't seem to want to know what happened to her these years. It didn't matter what happened. The important thing was that she came back and Jin Qiao really returned to him. That was enough. As for what happened to her, it was not a matter Things that must be pursued.

He once went crazy because of her leaving, and endured the torture of his soul day and night for the question of "why". What the hell is going on!But after going through so many things, he suddenly lost interest in exploring the truth, the process was no longer important, the result was the best, and she came back.

Lu Jinqiao looked at his face seriously, as if trying to see something from his face, and asked him: You don't want to know?

Song Sipu pursed his thin lips for a moment, then let go, and asked her routinely, "What happened to you in the past three years? Why did you leave in the first place?" Soon, he added, "If you are unhappy, you don't need to answer."

Lu Jinqiao seemed to feel a little bit of fear in him, afraid that she had a bad life these years, afraid that she would be hurt, and afraid of many unknown things, so he would rather not ask questions or uncover her scars.

Lu Jinqiao gently leaned on his chest and told him: Under what circumstances did she seek death and was rescued by Ji Linjiang, and how she had five surgeries and crawled back from the gate of hell. She told Song Sipu that in the past three years she had repaired After finishing her university courses, Ji Linjiang hired private tutors for her. Although she spent a lot of time in the hospital bed in the past three years, she was very happy and fulfilled. Many friends accompanied her and encouraged her. She was never alone in the whole three years .

As if to prevent him from worrying, her expressions and gestures were full of happiness, and the three years she described were also happy. In these three years, although Ji Linjiang only appeared twice, one was when she woke up from the first surgery, Once, after she recovered, both her mind and body were well respected and cared for. She did not hesitate to use the vocabulary she had learned to praise Ji Linjiang.

She said: Si Pu, find an opportunity another day, let's invite Mr. Ji out and thank you.

She said: Si Pu, Mr. Ji is my best friend, he is very nice and likable, and you will like him too.

She said: Si Pu, Mr. Ji is very interested in our Chenguang Volunteer Program and wants to participate!
She said: Si Pu, is that very beautiful girl with the emerald parrot your friend?It was she who brought me there, gave me a mobile phone, told me to contact you, and wait for you there.She is your friend?I really like her.

"..."

Lu Jinqiao lowered his head and flipped through the notepad, not noticing Song Sipu's increasingly pale and cold expression, his thin lips were colorless, his soul was being peeled off layer by layer, as if the whole person was in a vacuum state, the little things of the past three years Well, she recorded everything in a small notebook, and she handed the notebook to Song Sipu, which recorded the minutiae of life.

Song Sipu frowned imperceptibly, but still took her little notebook calmly. This little notebook was given by him, and she has used it for so many years.

The notebook records every bit of the past three years, like a diary.

Indeed, she is living a very good life. Apart from missing and caring about him, her life is safe and stable, like a paradise, with occasional illnesses, but full of hope. The place where she lives is a private nursing home, with gardens and mountains. The world is quiet and good.

The scene from the live broadcast suddenly appeared in his mind, Song Sipu closed the notebook with a "snap", and frowned tightly.

"Si Pu, what's wrong?" Lu Jinqiao lay in his arms and looked up at him.

Song Sipu suddenly pressed her head into his arms again, and wrapped her with all his strength in his generous chest, preventing her from seeing his gloomy expression at the moment, the uncontrollable anger spread out suddenly, and his frowning He was very restrained, digested the strong emotions, tried not to think about those memories that were cut by a knife, and slowly tightened his arms, as if he wanted to capture all the three years they lost, his shoulders trembled slightly, "I'm sorry. "

Lu Jinqiao was startled by his sudden emotion, her sad and thin eyebrows turned from sadness to joy, and indescribable happiness surged in her heart, but the emotional strength of her ever-changing and tender heart could not be equated with Song Sipu's heavy and sad emotional strength , her joy was greater than the sad parting, and Song Sipu's self-blame and guilt were greater than reunion after a long absence.

Maybe it was because he hugged her too tightly, Lu Jinqiao couldn't breathe, she smiled and pushed him away: You hurt me, idiot!It's me who should say sorry!
Lu Jinqiao lowered her head and sniffed her clothes, and made an unpleasant grimace: I haven't showered for two days, I'm going to take a shower first.

There were no women's items in this newly bought house, so Song Sipu gave her some sets of his clothes, towels, toiletries, arranged properly, and put them where she could reach them by raising her hand.

Afterwards, he sat on the sofa with a laptop computer to buy women's products, as if nothing had happened, and connected to the state three years ago, not exploring why she seemed to have nothing happened, as if she had never experienced cruel ravages, and had not suffered ruthlessness He didn't bother with the trampling, many doubts and cognitive differences, so what if he knew it, so what if he studied it, it was nothing more than another scar, it was nothing more than a few more stabs in the heart, it was meaningless to study it deeply. If he stabbed Jin Qiao, he stabbed himself, and it was useless except for the pain.

It seems that he wants to erase that tragic memory and delete it automatically.

Lu Jinqiao came out of the shower, wearing his baggy shirt without makeup, and came to him.

It happened that Song Sipu was frowning and placing an order for supplies on the touch screen.

Lu Jinqiao habitually wanted to touch his head as before, but just as her hand touched him, Song Sipu grabbed her wrist again reflexively, avoiding her touch, The cold resistance was only for a moment.

Lu Jinqiao froze again, her hands froze in the air.

Song Sipu was startled, then let go of her hand, put his head under her hand that was raised in mid-air as if nothing had happened, and continued to place the order, as if nothing had happened.

Lu Jinqiao looked at the wound at the corner of his eye, as if she noticed that he was unusual. In the past three years, she hadn't experienced any major disturbances, but Si Pu might have experienced many storms. Lu Jinqiao softened her brows and eyes, as she did in countless moments before. , patted his head admiringly. In the past, Si Pu hated people touching his hair the most. He always felt that a man's head was a symbol of dignity and should not be touched casually, but Lu Jinqiao just liked to touch his head, like a An arrogant dog, this dog is full of duplicity, cold on the outside, but soft and soft on the inside.Like a wolf dog that hasn't been weaned yet, Lu Jinqiao can't help stroking his head, full of love. At first Song Sipu refused, but when she touched his head, he blushed and refused righteously. , but she didn't listen, she got used to him by touching him, and she was extremely docile.

"How did you get the wound on your face?" Lu Jinqiao asked him gently.

Song Sipu said, "Recently, I was practicing martial arts for self-defense, and I left it when I competed with the coach."

So she believed it, and picked clothes together in his arms. She was always so frank, like a piece of white paper. It seemed that the color had not been dyed on this white paper, and she seemed a little sleepy. She rubbed it Rubbing his eyes, he lay his head on his shoulder and fell asleep.

"Sleepy?" Song Sipu asked her.

Lu Jinqiao shook her head, stubbornly expressing that she was not sleepy, every minute and every second with him was so hard-earned, how could she be sleepy?
Song Sipu laughed, and suddenly picked her up by the waist and ran upstairs, like a gust of wind, Lu Jinqiao was terrified, clutching his clothes tightly and laughing in horror, the two almost fell on the bed together, Song Sipu Pu held her face in his hands, and looked at it for a long time under the bright white light, not letting go of any tiny details, to confirm that she was his Jin Qiao, not some other ghost.

Song Sipu's peace of mind flowed from the brows, he kissed her forehead, "I'm going to take a bath."

When she came out of the bathroom, Lu Jinqiao had already fallen asleep. She was in a carefree sleeping position, and she didn't lack a sense of security at all. Although this grotesque world was full of dangerous traps, she was able to open her mind to believe and embrace this world. Don't feel scared.

It's her style.

With her like this, on the contrary, people have a strong desire to protect, wanting to protect her precious trust and innocence.

Song Sipu smiled, put her hands and feet under the quilt, lowered the temperature of the air conditioner, hugged her into his arms, curled up slightly, and kept this position for a long time in the dark, not knowing what came to mind , His An Xin's brows slowly frowned, and the frown became a cold Sichuan character, and soon the brows slowly opened again, as if nothing had happened.

He just hugged Lu Jinqiao even tighter, and called out in a low voice, "Jinqiao."

Lu Jinqiao only responded to him with sleepy snoring.

"Jin Qiao..."

"Jin Qiao..."

"Jin Qiao..."

"..."

He called her name in a low voice over and over again, repeatedly confirming that she was back.

I don't know when I fell asleep peacefully. The shaking camera images in the dream, those violent fists, and hateful faces flashed across the prison and boxes, and the violence and blood filled my memory, and finally it was frozen on Min Jingshu's hateful face. Step on his face and say, "Not enough!"

Song Sipu gasped, sat up suddenly from the bed, panted heavily, and was dripping with sweat.

Lu Jinqiao was startled awake, got up from the bed, shook his arm anxiously, and called him vaguely: Si Pu, what's wrong with you.

Song Sipu swung his arm suddenly, and resisted her touch like a conditioned reflex. His sensitive nerves were on guard against everything, and he was full of vigilance against anyone who approached him, like a bright double-edged knife, in this silent place. In the night, there was a sharp cold light, hurting himself and others, and a strong hostility emanated from his body, extremely hurtful.

Lu Jinqiao was caught off guard and fell on the bed, approaching him again, did he have a nightmare?She grabbed his hand, walked around in front of him, and looked at him squarely: Si Pu, did you have a nightmare?I'm here.

Song Sipu didn't seem to be able to see her face, he suddenly covered his face with a big palm, covered his eyebrows and eyes, lowered his head slightly, gasped heavily, his shoulders trembled slightly, and tried his best to restrain his resentment and hatred Mo, after a long time, his intense emotions gradually calmed down, "I'm sorry."

It seems that since he was in prison, he has never had a peaceful sleep again. His nerves are highly tense, he always wakes up at night, and he is always on guard for sneak attacks. If he is not careful, he will lose his life. Those punches and kicks, those The beatings, the open guns are easy to hide, the hidden arrows are hard to defend, broken ribs, spit blood, broken nose and bloodshot eyes, internal bleeding, fractures, these violent injuries are filled in the dream, almost covering his front. All the memories of half a lifetime lasted one spring, summer, autumn and winter after another.

As if bad money drives out good money, these filthy bloods drive away the good cultivation accumulated in the first half of his life, occupy the highlands of his memory, and constantly erode his mind.

Lu Jinqiao held his hand tightly, as if to comfort him and reassure him: I am here, I am here.

She reached out to touch his head.

Song Sipu's body froze sensitively, and finally settled meekly in place, allowing her to touch her. There was a kind of gentle and stable power in her palm, which poured into his body continuously, calming down Song Sipu's violent and restless emotions.

"Is it better?" Lu Jinqiao was anxious.

Song Sipu didn't seem to want to talk, he was very silent, hugged her and collapsed, and continued to sleep deeply.

Lu Jinqiao touched his hand. In his memory, his hand was thin and tender, slender and beautiful, but when he touched his hand in the dark, it was like thorns, hard and rough, covered with thick calluses, like It is as hard as doing heavy labor.

She moved up his hand and touched the wounds on his waist and chest. She was secretly startled. What exactly did he go through, what kind of hardships he suffered, and what kind of sin did he suffer in the past three years to change his life? Be like this.

Song Sipu suddenly held her restless hand in his palm, "What are you doing?"

Lu Jinqiao curled up in his arms, signing anxiously.

It seems that without looking at her, Song Sipu also knew what she was asking, he said, "Practicing wrestling, injuries are inevitable, a man without any scars on his body, is he considered a man?"

Lu Jinqiao picked up his hand, as if asking why there were so many calluses on his hands, were they left by volunteers?
"Fencing, left during fencing practice, it's normal." Song Sipu replied sullenly.

Lu Jinqiao believed him for now.

Song Sipu said again, "Have you had a nightmare, did it scare you?" As if explaining his sudden bad mood, he said, "Grandpa is dead, I miss him."

Lu Jinqiao was slightly stunned in the dark, her heart ached violently, she slowly hugged Song Sipu, comforting him silently, layers of sadness covered her.

She knew that Song Sipu was raised by his grandfather without father or mother since he was a child, and knew how much he loved his grandfather. The relationship between the grandfather and grandson was extraordinary. She talked about his grandpa.

He smiled and said that his grandfather is the most stingy person in the world. No matter how much property he owns, he is diligent and frugal in life, and no grain of rice is allowed to be wasted at family dinners. He won the market, but in his childhood education, his grandfather forbade him to be such a person. His grandfather taught him to do good deeds, teach him to be honest and friendly, teach him to be frugal, teach him to respect others, teach him to be Lan Junzi's quality of life.

Grandpa’s pampering made him defiant, and his strict requirements led him to be open-minded and willing to fight, so he began to do charity exercises since he was a child. Every donation of his grandfather’s educational charity funds was made to be implemented by himself on the front line, as if to hone his invincibility Support him to do things that are valuable to the society, and support him to do all the social welfare that exercises himself.

Before Lu Jinqiao died, this seemed to be the normal state of his life, and it was also a part of his life. The other part was helping his grandfather take care of some business. It was low-key and fulfilling, and a life full of social value was always full. An unknown love, found a soul mate, can be called a blessing in the world, a perfect life.

Even though there were shortcomings in this life and Jin Qiao's health was deteriorating, he never gave up hope, nor did he allow her to give up hope.

Everything changed the moment the name Min Jingshu appeared in front of her eyes.

This name seems to be accompanied by deceit, lies, viciousness, deceit, insidiousness, and cruelty. The bottom line of evil, the wicked have no bottom line.

Until he saw Lu Jinqiao's unrecognizable corpse, he seemed to have a new understanding of the world. His understanding of villains was constantly refreshed, his bottom line was constantly trampled on, his principles were constantly broken, and people's changes often only need to be experienced once. Parting from life to death, a long-planned betrayal is enough.