Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

"Fu Jin, can you accompany me back to high school?"

"it is good!"

The two of them returned to No. 17 Middle School and stood at the school gate. There were unfamiliar faces in the guard room. The security guard who used to watch the students coming and going from the window with a smile had resigned. The dean who chased Lu Ziming every day was still the same as before, teaching those students who skipped classes and fought with full energy.

The yellow poplar trees in the school are in full bloom, and their dense branches are filled with the vitality of midsummer. The bright and surging sunlight falls down with difficulty, and the cicadas' chirping sounds just like that year, echoing throughout the entire summer like a rainstorm.

Qi Yao and Fu Jin walked slowly on the campus, looking at the students on the playground. Over the years, the school uniforms have been changed several times, but they are still so ugly.

Until she reached the door of the classroom, in the spacious corridor, she slowly stopped and her eyes fell on Fu Jin who continued to walk forward.

"Why don't you leave?" Fu Jin turned around and looked at her.

At that moment, Qi Yao saw the boy from that year, wearing a windy school uniform, standing in the corridor filled with sunshine, his cold face was tinged with a gentle smile.

"Fu Jin, you are Su He, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a shrill siren sounded in the distance.

The corners of Fu Jin's lips seemed to bend slightly, and the sticky sunlight shone directly on his face. His thick eyelashes seemed to be wet, leaving a faint shadow. Listening to the sirens getting closer, he was not crazy, nor angry, but just looked at Qi Yao quietly.

He seemed to have seen the girl, wearing a school uniform and a high ponytail. There was no life on her pretty face, and her whole body exuded a dead look, like a doll that would break at any time.

The two just stared at each other like this!

Qi Yao didn't cry, but looked at Fu Jin and smiled. However, that smile was uglier than crying, mixed with too much bitterness and sadness.

She had liked him for so many years, and in the end she sent him to prison with her own hands.

How could a criminal be so kind as to indulge her time and time again, allowing her to have so many loopholes and never hurt her at all?

Ever since she saw the fat boy, she always felt that things were not that simple, so she dared to go to the interview so brazenly.

He knew she knew, and she knew he knew.

He wanted to get the fat boy out, but if he told him so bluntly, he would not agree, so she appeared, and walked step by step into the trap he set, following his footsteps to see the bloody darkness. She didn't think it through at first, but after she figured it out, she was willing to step into the trap and silently helped him do everything he wanted to do.

Originally, he had never let the fat boy get involved in any dirty deeds, and he even let the fat boy help the police many times and arrested many criminal suspects.

But everyone knows that the fat guy is following him, so even if he is innocent, no one will believe him.

He wanted to give his brother a glorious achievement.

With my flesh and blood, I will pave the way for your coronation.

"Under the abyss, you are the one who helps me step on the ladder and take away the light."

The rouge-red sunset glow was also tinged with a bit of bleakness, and the sunlight fell into the sunset glow. Qi Yao looked through the window for a long time before slowly getting up from his seat.

As she walked out of the school gate, she saw a car speeding towards her at a risk of its life, then it braked suddenly, and the tires and the ground made a harsh friction sound. Then the little fat man got out of the car and ran towards her with staggering steps.

"What about him?"

Qi Yao remained silent and said nothing.

"Let me ask you, where is he, Qi Yao, where the hell did Fu Jin go?" The little fat boy's eyes turned red, and he asked while shaking Qi Yao's shoulder.

"He was taken away by the police."

The fat man let go of his hand dejectedly, covered his face and squatted on the road crying: "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, he is really my good brother, he is not a human being."

He cried for a long time, cursing all the time, but not a single complete sentence came out.

Qi Yao squatted down and gently placed her hand on the fat man's shoulder: "He wants you to be well."

"Fuck him, who the f*ck does he think he is? He thinks he's so awesome and can take on everything. What right does he have to make decisions on his own? He doesn't even consider me a brother. He keeps everything secret from me. I'm a f*cking fool. You guys are playing me around."

The fat man cried very sadly. He had been following him because he knew that there would come a day when he wanted to take all the blame on himself.

Qi Yao was also very sad, and she was a lawyer.

When he knew that she took this case, the little fat man almost cursed her for being crazy and torturing herself.

On the day of the trial, every word spoken and every piece of evidence presented made her heart tremble.

She never thought that one day she would use up all the talents she had learned throughout her life to send the person who once saved her to jail.

Until the death penalty result came out, her calm and composed face completely broke down, her whole body almost collapsed, and she barely walked on, listening to the compliments from the reporters and media, she felt a splitting headache, and then her consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

Before she fainted, she heard herself say to the media: "No one should trample on the law, and all criminals will be punished by law."

Fu Jin on the stage had a cold expression from beginning to end, but after being locked up for such a long time, a light stubble had appeared on his chin. His dark eyes fell on Qi Yao for a moment, as if encouraging and praising, but in the end, he felt nothing but a dull look.

He was taken to another place, where a man in his fifties sat. He looked very dignified and imposing, and in front of him were all of Chuan Jin's information. He smiled slowly and stretched out his hand to him: "Welcome back, Su He."

"Honestly, I'm surprised you were able to do this in just a few years."

He said with some regret: "If we had to suppress them, I would have asked you to go to the southwest and unify those big and small forces so that there would be no more chaos over there."

"From now on, there will be no Fu Jin in this world."

Su He chuckled. He naturally knew that the people above were afraid that if he continued to develop, he would be out of control. Anyway, the north had basically stabilized, so there was no need for Fu Jin anymore.

The man once again extended an olive branch to him, patted him on the shoulder and said that he was a good material, but Su He refused again because he had other things to do.

Fu Jin died, and Su He, who was far away abroad, suddenly returned home.

He went to Lu Ziming's grave, put down the chrysanthemum in his hand, and slowly said: "I have sent all the people to you, and the rest is up to you. You can vent your anger first."

"Stop coming to me in my dreams all day long. It keeps me awake at night. I believe we will meet again someday. Just wait for me to pull you out of death."