"May this world be more kind!"

Wu Zhiyuan silently recited what Chen Xi said, and his heart was very distressed.

In this world, can kind people really live a better life?

Wu Zhiyuan thought about this question more than once, but in the end he couldn't find the answer.

He only knew that the person who said this was suffering endless pain and torture at this moment.

He only knew that none of the people around him who gave kindness received the reward of kindness.

In Ancheng, there is a little girl. Her mother left and her father died. She was bullied at school. She had no playmates. She played alone, and even the teachers in the school bullied her. She forgot very quickly, never held grudges and smiled at everyone.

Wu Zhiyuan still remembers that when he was leaving, she said to him: Big brother, remember to come back to see me!

She still guards the door every day, watching whether the old willow tree blooms.

Because Wu Zhiyuan told her that the flowers bloom next year and dad will come back.

If one day, flowers bloom and fall, year after year, her father has not returned home. If one day, she knows that her elder brother is the son of her father's enemy, where will her kindness be left?

Her name is Xiaojiajia.

In Ancheng, there is a beautiful woman who is indifferent to the world and just wants to live quietly. She doesn't want to meet a scum. When she is pregnant, she is abandoned by her. When she is unconscious, her fallopian tubes are cut off and she cannot have children. She even loses her qualifications to be a mother.

Finally, I finally found a man and thought I had something to rely on, but I didn’t expect that the man would kill someone for her!

She could only look at each other from a distance across a wall, facing the direction of the prison every day!

Wu Zhiyuan still remembers that when he left, she said to him: Yuan'er, remember to go home!

If one day, when she finds that her age is no longer and she is old and withered, and the person she is waiting for hasn't returned home yet, where will her kindness be?

Her name is Yang Qianmei.

In Chengdu, there is a woman who has a bar. She likes to sing Teresa Teng's songs, her songs, and only sing them to some widowed elderly people.

But such a good woman ended up tragically in death.

Wu Zhi will never forget the dyed white bed sheet.

Wu Zhiyuan still remembers that when she died in his arms, she said to him: Little man, so you can remember your sister!

If there is heaven, if there is a spirit in heaven, she knows that Wu Zhiyuan has always pretended to be alone in his heart, where will her kindness be?

Her name is Huang Li!

...

"Xiao Jiajia! Aunt Mei! Sister Huang Li!"

The whole alley was silent like death. Wu Zhiyuan walked silently, recalling the past, every bit of it, and the pain was undeserved.

"Xiaoxi, you said, what should I do?"

Under the dim light, the scars on his face were extremely ferocious. Whenever he thought of Chen Xi, his heart was bleeding.

Wu Zhiyuan's steps were a little staggering. He came to the door of Sanyou Kindergarten, paused slightly, and took out a clipping from his pocket. This was the briefing that Baishitong threw away during the day.

The newspaper clippings record a car accident a year ago, and a twin girl's family was destroyed.

They are attending school in this kindergarten.

"You are six years old! I hope you are well!"

Wu Zhiyuan's face eased, "This all-new thing seems to be a bit worthy!"

"Xiaoxi, you are right. You must believe in this world and be kind!"

Wu Zhiyuan put the clippings into his pocket, and finally a rare smile appeared on his face.

"Xiaoxi, I'll listen to you. You must wait for me! When I find you, let's go back to Daliangshan and Ancheng together! If Xiaojiajia and Aunt Mei see you, they will definitely be very happy!"

Wu Zhiyuan said, turning into a gust of wind and disappearing into the dark alley.

When he appeared again, he came downstairs.

On the third floor, there is a window that vaguely reveals light.

Wu Zhiyuan raised his hand and looked at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock at this moment.

"Sister Mengran hasn't slept yet?"

Seeing the window with the lights on, a warm current surged through Wu Zhiyuan's cold heart.

He knew that Liu Mengran was waiting for him.

Wu Zhiyuan walked up the stairwell and came to the third floor. He unconsciously glanced at the door next door. It only took him a day to move here, but it seemed to have become a habit for him.

I heard that a woman died next door, a girl working in a nightclub. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the girls who died on the Wujiang River. He couldn't help but think of going to the room to check it out.

But after thinking about it, Wu Zhiyuan shook his head. He didn't know why, but since when did he become curious about such things.

He took out the key, opened the door, and sat on the sofa weakly.

He felt very tired and lit a cigarette. At this time, the door in the room opened.

"Here I'm back!"

Liu Mengran was wearing a white nightgown. With her every move, her skin was white and transparent, looming.

She smiled cleverly and walked towards Wu Zhiyuan.

She is very beautiful at this time! charming and charming.

"I don't know when I will come back. Sister Mengran should not wait for me in the future. Remember to go to bed early in the future. It is not good for women to stay up late too much!" Wu Zhiyuan said softly on his face.

"It's still early!" Liu Mengran sat beside Wu Zhiyuan, chuckled, and said, "You can't always sleep on the sofa like this!"

"Hmm?" Wu Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, not sure.

"When you were not at home today, I went out to buy some beds and the guest rooms were tidyed up!"

Liu Mengran said, her face turned red, "I am used to sleeping in your room, so..."

"I slept the same everywhere! Thank you Sister Mengran!"

"Don't! Don't say that!" Liu Mengran said hurriedly, "Zhiyuan, can you stop talking like this in the future? I'm afraid I'll hear you say thank you to me, I..."

"Okay! Stop thinking about it!"

Wu Zhiyuan sighed softly. He knew Liu Mengran’s thoughts, and she must have thought she was unfamiliar with her.

"Come on! See how the room I have arranged for you!" Liu Mengran said, pulling Wu Zhiyuan and pushing open the door of the guest room.

Looking around, the room was cleaned clean, the beds were neatly folded, and his luggage and guitar were placed in one corner.

Wu Zhiyuan's eyes fell on the head of the bed, where there was a pot of violets.

He still remembered that in Wucheng, there was also a pot of violets on the balcony of his rental house. It was a female student. After the college entrance examination, she stayed there before she could take it away.

He had never seen that female student.

Wu Zhiyuan turned his head and looked at Liu Mengran. There was a sweet smile on her face. He seemed to see a kind-hearted female student.

Wu Zhiyuan's eyes also became soft and he could smell the smell of home.

"What a pity! Her flowering period has passed!" Liu Mengran looked at Wu Zhiyuan and said expectantly, "Zhiyuan, can you play a song for me?"

"good!"

Wu Zhiyuan nodded, walked into the room, sat on the head of the bed with a guitar.

Liu Mengran came to him, holding his chin with a tender look on his face.

"I just wrote this song!"

The fingers moved lightly, and as a melodious slide sound floated by, Wu Zhiyuan started singing:

It's out of reach, you tell the dreams in the distance.

Destined, everything in the world never favors you.

An ant living in a prosperous era with disheveled heads and dirty faces.

Buying drunk all day long, Kong Yiji of the new era!

You said, you've had enough!

Be the struggler in this sea of ​​suffering.

I want to end all this, for the sake of the other side of the Pure Land.

Look, far away!

Whose story is not sad, and whose tears are not sad.

Look, far away!

Whose youth is not crazy, and whose past is not ridiculous.

Look, far away!

You once had the courage of youth, you once had the stubbornness of childhood!
To be continued...