What ripples out from behind the half curtain of pink is a lingering feeling that makes people imagine.
The scenery in the room is extremely beautiful, and the late winter evening is also misty and intoxicating.
It's getting dark.
At this time, at 18:38, Xia Baoer, dressed in black, was walking towards her. As she moved slowly, the pure white flower on her chest also trembled up and down, blooming strangely in the dark.
She doesn't like black.
She hated being dressed in black even more. Because of it, she came back from the funeral, her brother's funeral.
After disappearing for three months, the brother his parents were proud of finally came back. Although his head was severed, his left and right hands were cut off, and the soles of his feet and toes were also deliberately cut open, but he was still in pieces. But after all, he was still in pieces.
The one who asked his parents, the white-haired one, to send the black-haired one back.
The breath in the air suddenly felt very sad. She was silent, and in silence she kept thinking of her brother's eyes, why they kept opening wide unwillingly.
If it weren't for the fact that her body was cold and her heartbeat stopped, her brother would have grinned at her the next second.
Her eyes hurt, and there was heavy rain on her face, along with the devastating hail, which hit her distorted face repeatedly, causing excruciating pain.
This pain comes from the fact that the brother she knows is still alive.
No matter it was her, her father, mother, or even her relatives and friends, they all tried it one by one. Until he was pushed into the cremation, my brother's eyes remained stubbornly wide open, as if he wanted to tell her something.
She knew that her brother died aggrieved, unjustly, and unwillingly!
She raised her face and wiped away the hard-fought battle on her face. She looked at the house in front of her and clenched her frozen little fists.
The owner of the house must know about my brother.
The door was not locked, so she opened it with a slight push of the key. She knew he was at home, and as her girlfriend, she knew very well that the black car downstairs belonged to him.
"Oh, Brother Xiang, you are so great..."
Heels froze, Xia Baoer was stopped in action by this vague plea for pleasure.
Looking towards the door, a pair of wild leopard skins stood proudly next to Gu Xiangdong's black leather shoes. From the neatly arranged shoes, all the way towards the door, there were scattered messy black suits, red skirts, men and women
of intimate clothing.
Her fists were shaking tremblingly, her teeth were clenched, and she suddenly smiled as she looked at the blurry entangled figures behind the translucent door curtain.
The man inside is her brother's lover, her boyfriend. He was busy at the funeral not long ago and looked sad. It turns out that he is so eager to come back and enjoy the pleasures. He really knows how to enjoy it, right?
Ha. Men, why do you always say that women are liars? Is it too realistic?
"Brother Dong, when do you want people to come to you?"
"I'll go out and get a glass of water."
"Yeah, I want it too." The woman coquettishly said.
"ah--"
Xia Baoer looked at the naked men and women in front of her. Maybe it was because the men's frightened expressions were more frightening than she had ever seen before, or maybe because the women's screaming faces were so funny. So she pursed her lips towards them gracefully and smiled like a flower.
"Did I see a good show?
"Baby……"
"Do you want me to listen to your explanation?" She asked with a smile, just like every time he was late for a date.
The coquettish look made Gu Xiangdong stunned and silent.
The woman hid behind Gu Xiangdong's strong body, stared at her and shouted angrily: "Brother Dong, who is she?"
"Get out of here before I get angry!" Even if she had to rush, she still wanted this woman to be kicked out of here before her.
Gu Xiangdong didn't say anything, but pulled the woman out with a solemn expression. When he turned around, he saw Xia Baoer walking out.
"Baby, I..."
"I'm not used to chatting in the atmosphere of love. Let's go to a bar, my brother's favorite place."
"I know you blame me, but I... really have nothing to say."
Looking at the bustling crowd and the handsome and healthy face in front of him, Xia Baoer suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.
"My brother, what happened?"
"Don't pry, this is a matter for our police station."
"Crash"——
The glass filled with wine in front of the two of them was swung away, casting out a cold light, and the reflection showed her eyes full of redness and grievance.
She doesn't mind his betrayal behind her back, but she does mind, his deception and cruelty...
"He is my brother, do you know that? And don't forget, the gun in your hand is pointed at my brother's temple. With a pop, he will die with his eyes open." Xia Baoer knew that his voice was trembling,
The same goes for his body, his eyes are red, and everyone he sees is blurry.
"Baby, listen to me, I was wrong about what happened today, but I can't say anything about your brother. You should know that his identity has rules. He..."
"No, I don't understand your rules. I only know that my brother died under the gun of your great police."
"I……"
Her eyelids were heavy and closed, and she held back the warmth that threatened to roll out of her eyes, stubbornly raising her head and not looking at him.
"If you don't tell me, I won't ask, we can just break up. Is that what you think?"
After a long silence, Gu Xiangdong nodded, "Yes, but I will spend Christmas with you."
End it on the day it starts? It’s no longer necessary, isn’t it?
Raise your head and turn around.
The desolation in her heart was like the cold wind that hit the seams of her clothes, and the warm tears on her face condensed in the cold wind.
So sad, so wronged...
"Baby, I know I'm sorry, but this matter is related to Mr. Xiao, and I don't want you to be involved."
Mr. Xiao? Where has she heard of it?
A note to readers:
Hi, I am Xiaomin. I hope that the new book will be loved by everyone. I wish you all the best in the New Year and the Year of the Horse.
