After Cheng Hui went out, Jiang Jiusheng and Ms. Jiang stayed in the ward. They didn't have a word. The atmosphere was quiet and uncomfortable. Jiang Jiusheng took a cigarette case and left the ward.

When she went to the rooftop, there was no one, so she was too lazy to wear the mask. She lit a lady's cigarette. For some reason, she was very upset. The lady's cigarette was thin, and when she was not in a good mood, she became even more insipid.

She took two hard puffs, pressed the cigarette butts, took another cigarette out of the cigarette box, and just lit the lighter, the smoke between her fingers was taken away.

"Take less." It's Cheng Hui. He grabbed her cigarette and threw it into the garbage can.

Jiang Jiusheng put out the fire in a lack of interest, lying on the guardrail, his eyes closed, overlooking the neon of the night market. The light of the lights fell into his eyes, but it was dim, and Qi Qi was cold.

"Brother."

"Well."

Jiang Jiusheng turns his head and looks at Cheng Hui: "do I care?"

Cheng Hui looks serious immediately, with a handsome face of Zhou Zheng and Sven: "what nonsense?"

She smiled, did not speak, looked, above is the star moonlight, below is the light night.

The moon in the sky and the night in the ground. If there is a third unique color, well, it must be Shijin.

She suddenly thought of him.

There was a long silence.

Cheng will suddenly say, "you didn't raise yourself in front of your parents when you were little, so you are not very close."

Jiang Jiusheng was silent.

Eight years ago, she heard from Jiang's mother that she was raised in the countryside before she was 16 years old. Later, an accident happened, and she was sent to the city for surgery. The operation left a legacy of illness, and she didn't remember. Later, she was raised beside her parents.

"I'll have another one." She took out her cigarette, lit it and smoked quietly.

Under the thin smoke, her peach eyes are cold and gloomy.

The performing arts circle says that Jiang Jiusheng is cold and clear, how can she not be cold and clear? In addition to self-defense, how can she be raised by her family.

Cheng Hui goes back to the ward first. Ms. Jiang is packing.

"What about Sheng Sheng?"

Cheng will close the door: "smoking."

"You'll take her back to the hotel later."

Ms. Jiang, whose great name is Jiang Yuezhi, is an accountant in Qin's branch. She is not tough. She is just a woman of ordinary people. However, when she faces Jiang Jiusheng, she is all angular and has a stiff attitude.

"Mom, don't be too indifferent to Sheng Sheng." Cheng Hui looks serious.

Ms. Jiang's action of folding clothes paused for a moment, and continued with a bow: "do you have any?"

"You treat Sheng like a guest of honor." Cheng Hui held Ms. Jiang's busy action, pressed her voice and solemnly said, "Mom, since you have recognized Sheng Sheng as your daughter, don't make her feel like a foster girl."

Cheng will know that Jiang Jiusheng is not Ms. Jiang's own.

His father used to be a driver, and his mother was a domestic worker. Because of the nature of his work, Cheng Hui had been living in an aunt's home abroad until he was 20 years old. Eight years ago, his parents suddenly changed their jobs, and he came back home. He had one more sister overnight. He was not a minor. Naturally, he didn't believe his parents' explanation to his sister. Only after asking the aunt did he know what the sister was It's not natural, it's foster.

He asked his mother privately. The mother only said that it was the child of a relative in the country. She was ill and had no money to cure, so she sent it.

Of course, Cheng Hui didn't believe it, but his mother wouldn't say a word more, and he didn't ask again. Sheng Sheng followed his parents' words and concealed the fact that she was not her own.

But Ms. Jiang's attitude

"Stinky boy," Ms. Jiang pushed Cheng Hui, ferociously, "and taught me a lesson."

It is the mother's attitude towards her children that she can fight and scold.

"In a word, pay attention to Shengsheng."

This is a serious look, like his father, Ms. Jiang angrily shouted: "I know, get out of the way, don't stop me to clean up."

Cheng will smile and dodge.

After a while, he looked right and asked, "Mom, is Sheng Sheng really a child of a relative in the countryside?"

Ms. Jiang lowered her head, and only after a moment did she reply: "otherwise? Where else can I pick up such a big boy. "

"Did Sheng Sheng know a man named Shi Jin before?"

Ms. Jiang's face suddenly changed, and her tone was impatient: "when Jin, I haven't heard of it, please don't keep asking."

When it comes to Jiang Jiusheng, Cheng, who has always had a mild temper, will not give up: "when Shengsheng was in a hospital coma, a young boy came to see Shengsheng."

At that time, Cheng would be in the hospital. He only saw the teenager once. He looked amazing. He knelt at the head of Sheng Sheng's bed and didn't know what to say. His eyes were red when he left.

After a long time, the young man's outline is blurred. Cheng will only remember that he was born delicate, and his eyes are not as beautiful as words. At one glance, they will be thrilling, but they dare not look at the second one. They are as young as the passers-by in the desert, but they are indifferent in the vicissitudes of life.Cheng Hui said, "that man is Shi Jin."

Ms. Jiang lowered her head and kept busy, saying perfunctorily, "you are wrong." "Don't ask," he urged. "You can send Sheng Sheng back to the hotel."

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the autumn is cool at night.

Cheng Hui has opened a big suite for Jiang Jiusheng. Mo Bing and Xiao Qiao haven't arrived yet. She sleeps alone in an empty room and a huge bed. She tosses and turns for a long time before falling asleep.

She had a dream.

Dream of a young man, can not see the face, no matter how carefully she can not see the appearance, only know that the young man's outline is particularly clear.

It's the age of fresh clothes and angry horses.

In the dream, the young man is stepping on the high stool, beating the plank on the window with a hammer, one by one, nailing the window to death, leaving no gap.

The room is like an attic. It's dark and dark.

In front of the window, the girl squatted and looked up at the boy: "what are you doing?"

The young man turned around, his eyes were dark, and he replied, "nail the window."

The girl stood up, dressed in a white skirt, with the light behind her back. In the dark, her face was fuzzy.

She asked the boy, "why do you nail up all the windows?"

The sound of hammering is heavy and light. It reverberates constantly in the closed space. The voice of teenagers is very light by the wind coming from the hall.

He jumped off the stool and held the girl's hand.

He said, "there are many bad people out there. I want to hide you."

"Me?" Dream paste girl's appearance, but the voice is clean, with a little bit of hoarseness, she asked the youth, "then who am I?"

The teenager brushed her face with his finger: "you are my Sheng Sheng."

"And you? Who are you? "

The youth approaches her, fuzzy face, clear and soft voice: "I am also a bad person."

He looked at her very close.

Without warning, his eyes suddenly turned red.

The girl stepped back abruptly and rolled down the stairs. There was an open space below. There were grass, stones, swimming pool, dazzling lights and incessant music.

The girl looked up and looked around. She was strange and familiar. However, the shadow of the youth disappeared. Turning around, the stairs disappeared, and the attic disappeared. She saw only a flower bed. There was blood red liquid pouring out of the glass greenhouse. Everywhere on the ground, she looked down and found that the white skirt was also dizzy with blood red. She subconsciously wiped the skirt and found that she was holding it in her hand Dagger, stained with blood, a drop by a drop, winding, along the blood on the ground, she looked up and saw the past, beside the flower bed lay a man, lying there, motionless, full of blood.

She wanted to scream and run, but a bloody hand grabbed her and made her unable to move.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

It was the voice of the youth, through the layers of mist, pouring into her ears with the wind.

"Sheng Sheng."

The girl looked up and saw a hand, white and slender. It was a beautiful hand, which lifted the heavy haze.

"Come here, come to me."

Sound, like demagogue.

She reached out and took the beautiful hand.

"No, I'll clean your skirt for you."

Then, the blood on her skirt, dirty his sleeve, he squatted in front of her knees, looked up at her eyes.

"Sheng Sheng is good."

"Give me the knife."

She shook her hands and slowly lifted them up. He took the knife in her hand, and the blood dripped on the back of his hand. It was a beautiful hand, red blood.

Then there was the sound of police cars, and the sound of hospital ambulances

When Jiang Jiusheng woke up, the sun had already shone into the windowsill and her head was very painful. She rubbed her eyebrows and heart, and recalled that it was a messy dream, disordered and illogical.

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