Actually, you are not human

As soon as this question came out, Du Shengxiao's movements stopped, he slowly picked up the three-foot beast in his hand, turned around, Zheng Qiufen looked at him without fear, and asked again.

"The person who died the day before yesterday was killed by the three-foot beast?"

Du Shengxiao glanced down at the three-foot beast that he had thrown on the ground, and shook his head: "It's not it."

Zheng Qiufen raised his lips and smiled, but there was no smile in those round and bright eyes: "So." He asked word by word: "Did you kill it?"

Du Shengxiao looked up and glanced at Zheng Qiufen.

Zheng Qiufen couldn't help coughing, and smiled a little embarrassedly, the rare seriousness disappeared in an instant.Du Shengxiao didn't say anything, raised his hand to grab the three-foot beast by its ear and dragged it, turned around and entered.

Zheng Qiufen looked at the closed door in front of him, and raised his hand to touch his beating heart. For some reason, there was an inexplicable... guilt in his heart.

Du Shengxiao's gaze was silent and silent, he didn't say a single word, he didn't have a single expression, but Zheng Qiufen could understand it, the emotion in that eye was called surprise——how could you look at me like that, and how could you Can you see me like that?

But from a rational point of view, Zheng Qiufen doesn't think there is any problem with his words. He is just an ordinary person who has been involved in strange incidents for no reason. Eyes full of surprise, he just felt... guilty.

He frowned, pushed the door home a little irritably, threw off his shoes, took a pack of cigarettes from the cabinet in the entrance, leaned back on the sofa, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Zheng Qiufen was influenced by his elder sister since he was a child, so he basically doesn't smoke or drink alcohol. He usually only drinks a special drink in the bar all night—drinking fruit juice is too girly.

The pack of cigarettes on the porch was left over from the last time Li Feng came here, he didn't dare to take it home and let his family see it, so he just threw it here.

Zheng Qiufen lay on the sofa for a long time with a cigarette in his mouth. He still didn't understand what was going on with him, but the faint smell of tobacco made him a little sleepy. He looked at his watch and it was past eight o'clock. Guessing it had already started, Zheng Qiufen raised his leg, feeling that he was too lazy to watch, since nothing would go wrong anyway.

So he turned on the TV casually, intending to find a variety show to hypnotize him, but he didn't expect to see his own face as soon as he turned on the TV.

"When did I become so popular?" He thought in amazement, took a look and suddenly remembered, this is a soap opera that was picked up a while ago, it mainly talks about the daily life of a divorced and reorganized family, and he plays the ex-husband of the mother in it , a scumbag who pursues art wholeheartedly and doesn't care about his family, but cheats on his assistant and calls it true love.

Seeing himself on TV yelling hysterically: "I really love her! Why can't you understand me!", Zheng Qiufen curled his lips, thinking that the official blog of this show should be full of scolding himself Yes, a lot of audiences seem to have something wrong with their brains, always substituting roles for actors, so he hates this kind of role very much.Helplessly, the director of this play has been kind to him, and he happened to have nothing to do when he came to invite the play, so he could only agree.

As a result, after the performance, I was disgusted and was even laughed at by Li Feng.

But apart from my own part, the main tone of this show is still very joyful, probably because I haven’t had much family life, Zheng Qiufen likes to watch this kind of family soap opera, where parents quarrel and love each other. The child is rebellious for a while and well-behaved for a while, and the family is noisy and lively.

Very smoky, unlike his home.

Zheng Qiufen stared blankly at the TV, still holding the cigarette in his mouth.

His mother is a painter. When she went to collect wind in the mountains, she encountered a mudslide, and her body has not been found yet.He didn't remember what his mother looked like. He was still too young when his mother left, only four or five years old. He only remembered that his elder sister was holding him and crying loudly. His father asked him to say goodbye to his mother. He looked at the empty coffin and asked his parents if he was there. How to say goodbye, my father said it doesn't matter, your mother can hear you after you say it.But he still didn't say it in the end.

Afterwards, my father fell ill. After three or four years, his eldest sister was only fifteen or sixteen years old at that time, and was forced to stay in the study all day long, listening to his father coughing and talking about the company.He ran around in the old house by himself, and no one cared about him. He was free and lonely.

He was nine years old when his father passed away, and his eldest sister was 19 years old.He remembered very clearly how the eldest sister handled his father's funeral in an orderly manner, how she took him to a meeting with the directors of the company, and how she locked herself in the study after returning home, hugging the big letter her father wrote to her. This thick and various cases and plans are crying loudly.He stood outside the study, tiptoed and looked through a small piece of glass on the study door, thinking almost indifferently, oh, father finally left, he went to find his mother, and he finally got his wish.

The parents in his memory are so one-sided and fuzzy, and his deepest memory is the 19-year-old eldest sister wearing a Chanel black coat, with long hair pulled high, delicate eyebrows, standing domineeringly at the end of the conference table, Said: "As long as the Zheng family still holds more than 50.00% of the group's shares, I will have a veto over every decision of the group. Now you say that I am not capable of managing the Zheng family. I'm sorry, but I don't admit it."

He never knew what a normal family was like. He didn't know whether a mother in a normal family would leave her young children alone, knowing that the weather was bad, but insisted on going alone to collect wind. He didn't know a normal family. Will my father ask his young daughter to give up learning the piano for ten years, drop out of ordinary schools, and learn how to manage a huge group at home every day? He doesn't know if a normal 19-year-old girl will While taking care of his father's funeral and the board of directors of the group, he also has the ability to cook a bowl of Yangchun noodles with two eggs for his ignorant younger brother while smiling when he returns home.

He never acted in dramas, because his life was a drama, which was too bloody and ruthless, and consumed all his emotions, so that he no longer had the energy to figure out those real and delicate emotions carefully. He can only play laughing and cursing, he can't play fireworks in the world.

"Kang Dang." A not-too-loud closing sound woke him up from his memories, Zheng Qiufen jumped up from the sofa and glanced at his watch.

10: 30.

He frowned. It's so late, what is Du Shengxiao doing?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously walked towards the door, and just as he opened the door, he saw Du Shengxiao's surprised expression.

"Hi..." He smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say, so he asked, "Are you going out so late?"

"You..." Du Shengxiao paused, frowned and said, "You didn't go to the bar?"

"No, I'm too lazy to move." He looked at the white shirt and black trousers on Du Shengxiao's body, and asked belatedly:

"Are you going to the bar?"

Du Shengxiao glanced at him silently, reopened the locked door, and said expressionlessly: "Oh, no, I just came to walk around the door."

"Don't close it, don't close it, don't close it!" Zheng Qiufen grabbed him quickly, but after pulling him, he didn't know what to say. He was stunned for a long time, and asked: "What, you haven't eaten yet, right? I invite you to eat Let’s have a meal, we both can be considered lucky if we survive a catastrophe, right?”

Du Shengxiao looked at the hand holding his sleeve, but said nothing.

Zheng Qiufen let go of his hand awkwardly, and quickly said: "Oh, have you eaten, then forget it and I'll eat by myself, I'm really sorry about today's business, hahaha." As he said that, he was about to go to the elevator Let's go, Du Shengxiao sighed and patted him on the shoulder.

Seeing Zheng Qiufen's surprised eyes, Du Shengxiao was silent for a moment, and said, "I didn't eat, but..." He looked down at Zheng Qiufen's feet.

Zheng Qiufen followed his gaze and immediately wished he could find a crack to slip in.

He was still barefoot.