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"If you don't want to go, you don't have to go, I will refuse for you." Wen Rong was worried about Wen Cha, and didn't want him to have any more contact with Qi Junhao.

"It's okay." Wen Cha patted his chest, his spirits brightened, "Cooperating with the police is the duty of a good citizen."

Wen Rong pursed his lips and ticked up a little.

"Brother finally laughed." Wen Cha took Wen Rong's arm, "Yesterday I was scared to death by bitterness and hatred."

Wen Rong felt helpless at Wen Cha's inversion of black and white: "Isn't it because I was worried about you?"

Yesterday, when I even heard Xue Mei muttering whether he should go to the temple to worship the Bodhisattva to get rid of bad luck, he expressed his approval for the first time.For the first time, I volunteered to go to the temple with Xue Mei to pray for blessings, hoping that Wencha would be safe and sound.

"But you have to think for the best." Wen Cha seriously reasoned with Wen Rong, "On the other hand, I am lucky and fateful. I escaped from death and saved Qi Xiuzhu's life, right?"

Warm tea is an optimist, everything can turn into a good thing in his mouth, after listening to it, people will fly with their mood, but Wen Rong pondered for a moment, and did not change his words: "It is true, but I just can't help it."

In an intimate relationship, there is never a way to let go of the possible harm to those around you.

Wen Cha stared at Wen Rong's serious face, smiled slowly, and rubbed his cheek against the slightly grainy fabric of Wen Rong's suit: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo up

Wen Rong imitated Wen Cha's usual boastful tone, and replied: "Of course."

After arriving at the police station, Wen Rong was still worried, and let out the air-conditioning with his brows tightly furrowed. In stark contrast to the happy warm tea around him, the sassy young lady in the police station comforted Wen Rong who was about to go berserk: "Don't worry, It'll be fine."

It's only been two days since we saw each other, Qi Junhao is as decadent as a rotten dish, his previously well-kept shirts are wrinkled, and his always vigorous and ambitious face has collapsed because he hasn't had a rest.

In contrast, Wen Cha's skin was glowing white, and his eyes were bright and crystal clear.

Qi Junhao raised his eyes and stared greedily at Wen Cha: "Wen Cha, I know your secret."

"Huh?" Wen Cha was not interested in his nagging tone.

"You also had that dream? So you want to take revenge on me, right?" Qi Junhao locked his eyes on Wen Cha, trying to catch the moment when his emotions leaked out, but Wen Cha still looked too calm and breezy. .

The warm tea in the dream was cowardly and shady, completely different from the bright and flamboyant person in front of him now. The same hibiscus noodles gave him a completely different feeling.

But in two lifetimes, he lost all the love he wanted to have with all his heart.

Qi Junhao covered his face into his palm, and he seemed to be crying but not laughing, and made a distorted voice: "If I had treated you better and didn't deceive your feelings, would we be different."

Wen Cha will not fall into Qi Xiuzhu's arms. Will he and Wen Cha form a beautiful family together, will it be very complete?

"That's all you want to tell me?" Wen Cha sighed, "Seeing how bad you are makes me feel much better."

Wen Cha shrugged and reminded him friendly: "The problem has never been my fault, you have always failed."

One sentence instantly debunked Qi Junhao's fantasy, whether it was a dream or reality, or in his previous life or this life, he was destined to have no good end.Knowing this, he would go crazy and want to kill Qi Xiuzhu to vent his anger.

Not wanting to waste time with Pu Xinnan, who is easy to break the defense, Wencha got up, slowly said "Be honest, don't always burden others" and walked out of the room.

Wen Rong greeted him immediately, and said to the criminal police in charge: "If there is nothing else, I will take my brother away first, please."

Wen Cha greeted with a smile: "Goodbye, Uncle Policeman."

When they walked out of the police station, the sky was clear and clear, and they didn't find a man in expensive clothes but very sloppy talking to himself in the corner.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?"

How could it go wrong?Isn't this the opportunity God gave him?Why did it suddenly develop into what it is now?

He should be favored, Wen Cha will die obviously, Wen Ronghui won't get a share of the Wen family's property because of Wen Xingsheng's backstab, Xue Meihui will divorce Wen Xingsheng and be kicked out by Wen Xingsheng, Qi Junhao will go up smoothly.

Why is it completely different?

He covered his head in pain and screamed, scaring the passing children to cry.

The parents quickly picked up the child, glared at him and coaxed the child.

The child choked up and asked, "Mom, is he begging?"

The parent patted the child on the back and said with distaste: "Leave him alone, it's really cheeky for someone with hands and feet to beg instead of going to work."

The ddl of the Venus Photography Contest is imminent. Before Wen Cha can enjoy the happiness from the warm harbor at home for a long time, he is urged by Teacher Liu to work hard quickly and press him in the office to watch him finish his homework, so as not to prevent Wen Cha from doing it again and again. Run to fish.

Teacher Liu was lying on the rocking chair, drinking tea, eating beef jerky and listening to some ditties, really enjoying it.

Wen Cha felt unwilling: "Teacher, is this plausible? How could you treat your favorite student who just got into a car accident like this?"

Mr. Liu picked out his ears: "Car accident? What is a car accident? Are you driving to other people?"

You can understand the truth of dismantling text and interpreting characters.

Wen Cha was speechless: "Teacher, you don't love me anymore."

"Don't talk about whether you like it or not. I have already boasted to others. My student will definitely win a very good award. Don't let me lose the chain." Teacher Liu is very unkind.

Wen Cha was discouraged, and he pretended to cry for a long time without paying attention to him, and then edited the video swiftly.

Mr. Liu calculated the time when Wen Cha was on the verge of going berserk, and told him to put down what he was doing and chat with him.

"You're just too lazy, someone has to urge you, and I didn't hush you too much." Teacher Liu finished singing the red face and the bad face.

Wen Cha groaned, "Teacher, you have already lost me."

Teacher Liu gave a "tsk" and said, "Children nowadays have to be stricter with themselves and not push themselves too hard. These two degrees are difficult to grasp. Wen Cha, you are a smart person and you are very clear about your own situation. , You should also pay more attention to your physical and mental health.”

Wen Cha didn't know why Teacher Liu said that, so he could only respond: "Teacher, don't worry, my mental health is extremely good."

"That's good." Teacher Liu raised his glasses, "I think this foreign kid must have a mental problem."

"What?" Wen Cha came over gossipingly, and watched the news through Teacher Liu's mobile phone screen.

Teacher Liu thoughtfully explained: "It's that foreign kid who is most likely to win the Western Conference. After he came on stage, he stood for a long time and couldn't play. He raised the violin on his shoulder and put it down again, saying that he would not play again. .”

Clicking on the video, Edward is no longer as imposing as before, always lifting his chin slightly, his head is about to drop, almost to his chest, looking pitiful and embarrassing.

But Teacher Liu immediately reminded Wen Cha: "You must not pity him, it's all the child's retribution."

Before Wen Cha could understand this sentence, Mr. Liu, an online surfer, immediately called out another wb.

It turned out that the reason was that a girl who had been used by Edward on the Internet bravely stood up and exposed Edward's behavior towards her: together with her, he suddenly proposed to break up coldly and violently, and even lured her to degenerate.

More and more people came forward, and it was discovered that Edward's once famous critical and mocking repertoire was actually based on the pain of others.

He is a demon who plays with other people's lives, and finally got his own judgment.

"We are engaged in art. Although art is very important, we must have the bottom line of being a human being." Teacher Liu scoffed at Edward's bad deeds summarized by netizens, and looked down on his behavior very much.

"Yeah." Wen Cha picked up his phone and flipped through it, replied a text message, regained his thoughts, and responded obediently to Teacher Liu.

After being pressed back into the seat and thinking about it for a while, Wen Cha sat in the driver's seat for a while after having dinner with Mr. Liu, and drove to a new location set in the navigation.

Edward bought a small apartment in City C, not far from the city center. The door was not closed when he arrived, as if it had been waiting for him early.

Edward sat on the sofa, dressed neatly, as if he had just taken care of it, his hair was fluffy, and there was a faint fragrance of shower gel on his body, barely lifting his spirits.Even if a person like him loses, he will not allow himself to show any weakness.

The room was spotless, clean as if no one lived in it, and the music playing on the phonograph was the song "The Gate of Life" engraved by Warm Tea for Edward.On the coffee table in the living room, two cups of coffee were steaming.

Edward smiled slowly, like a robot that had been frozen for a long time: "I guess you won't drink this cup of coffee, but I still made it, after all, you are a guest."

"Mmm." Wen Cha didn't have any embarrassment on his face.

I really dare not drink it, what if I get poisoned?

""The Gate of Life" is really good." Edward tapped his fingers a few times in the air, outlined the melody, and continued on his own.

In the midst of the melodious tune and the heat gradually losing temperature, Edward said, "Little tea, congratulations, your wish has come true."

Perhaps from the very beginning, Wen Cha used "The Gate of Life" as a bait to see through his despicableness and want to take revenge on him.He stepped into that abyss-like trap without any resentment.

Wen Cha didn't speak.

Edward's hands trembled a little, and when he picked up the coffee, the liquid seeped into his shirt, and the fabric of the clothes soaked it up, leaving a small stain.

"It turns out that this is the feeling of not being able to get what you want. If I still have the ability to create, I must write down this feeling."

Wen Cha was very calm: "There is nothing to congratulate, you are not that important. This is not my wish, I am just helping others."

Edward stared closely at the warm tea, sure that he was insignificant in his life, leaving no trace, and his heart was wrenched.

"That's what it's like for the people I abandoned to judge before." He smiled wryly, his temples twitched, and the hands behind his back trembled even more.

He had recovered from his illness long ago, and doctors said he could live to a hundred years, and the trembling side effects of the medication would disappear.But his brain stored the trembling as an excuse for being a coward.

It seems that his failure was not because he was exhausted, but because his body did not allow him to play the piano anymore.

Wen Cha didn't speak, Edward looked at him.

Beautiful heartbeat, followed by deeper pain.

How does it feel? Compared with the public's condemnation of him using other people's feelings to create, he is born bad, and he doesn't care much. He only cares about the reaction of warm tea.

And what he cares about doesn't care about him.

A sudden pain flashed through his brain, and Edward suddenly couldn't hold on and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Edward, you asked me why the ** of "The Gate of Life" was designed like this?"

After sending the original song to Edward, Wen Cha never talked to Edward again, even though he persisted in asking questions during the period, one of the questions in the interim was how to come up with such a subtle and unusual **.

Instead of lamenting a person's death with a more mournful tune like the regular track, the piece ends with short, sharp, scalp-numbing notes.

That's because the sound of that clip is the sound of the original owner in the original book when he died desolately in a small rental house, recalling his absurd life, struggling unwillingly and desperately, and scratching his fingernails on the wooden floor, which is the last sound before dying .

And Edward, who was standing outside the door at that time, planning to break the original body's retreat, and lure the original body to sell with Wen Leshui, created "The Gate of Life" after listening to it.

The perception based on other people's lives is of course amazing.

Edward lay on the ground panting.

"Forget it." Wen Cha didn't expect him to answer, "Are you okay? Where is the medicine? If not, I'll call an ambulance for you."

A law-abiding citizen cannot watch a person die in front of his eyes.

Edward shook his head, tremblingly took out a tablet of medicine from his breast pocket and took it sublingually: "Don't worry, I won't implicate you."

"Is there anything else?" Wen Cha asked, "If not, I'll leave."

Earlier, Edward called him to meet for the last time, but in the end he was talking nonsense like Qi Junhao, wasting his precious time.

After making sure that Edward was fine, Wen Cha went out and called an ambulance for him friendly, and walked to the parking place at the door.

A man stood beside the vehicle.

Wen Cha skipped over and said with a smile, "Why are you following me so closely? Are you annoying?"

"I was wrong, I will follow you next time." Qi Xiuzhu took his hand.

Knowing that Wen Cha was coming to see Edward, Qi Xiuzhu specially asked for the address, fearing that something might happen to Wen Cha, he waited downstairs for a long time, and when Wen Cha came down safely, his tense shoulders finally relaxed.

Climbing up to the edge of the window, seeing Wen Cha and Qi Xiuzhu's intimate and joyful backs, Edward barely supported himself by the window, pressing his forehead against the white wall, and a few wisps of rubbing blood ooze from the corner of his forehead.

"I'm so sorry."

he murmured.