On weekdays, there are almost only two of them. Wei Ran never unties the handcuffs until he has to. So he allows the two people to be handcuffed together. Even when he goes out to play, Wei Ran doesn't care about the strange eyes of others.
If you give up this handcuffs, as well as the foot chains in the villa and the locator on the dyed white body.
This will probably be like a normal two person world tour.
Unfortunately, this is not normal.
Life in country w is not boring. It can be said to be very interesting. With new places and new customs, Wei Ran can always try to amuse the children.
He can indulge almost without any principle, except to untie the handcuffs.
A month later,
A restaurant near the fountain in the center of the capital of W.
Wei Ran hung his eyes lazily and wore silver handcuffs on one hand. He didn't care about other people's eyes at all. He went his own way and was used to arrogance.
At the moment, he peeled the crayfish with elegant movements, unexpected patience and concentration, and then pushed it in front of the people next to him.
"Try it." Wei Ran took out a paper towel and wiped his fingertips. He folded his hands to support his chin and said with a smile: "I heard that this crayfish is characteristic and not bad."
Dyed white wrists shook a few times with his movements. Her white fingers silently pressed against her forehead, then picked up chopsticks and tasted, "it's OK."
Wei Ran's lips were slightly hooked, but the phone rang untimely. He took out his cell phone, took a cold look, and then calmly hung up.
"Don't answer?" ran Bai's eyes didn't lift up, and she asked casually in a low voice.
Wei Ran continued to peel and wash the crayfish for her. She looked like a perfect boyfriend. She replied blandly, "no hurry."
"Where does the medical examiner want to go this afternoon? How about the museum?"
Ran Bai said.
When the two returned to the villa, it was already evening.
Wei Ran then took a separate time to return a call and hung up directly in a few minutes. The radian of the lip angle was a little light.
When he returned to his bedroom from the balcony, dyed white just came out of the bathroom. Wei Ran naturally walked over and picked up the hair dryer to dye white and blow his hair. His action was gentle and appropriate.
Ranbai sits in front of the mirror and can see the slender figure standing behind her through the glass mirror. His shirt is white and clean. His clothes are wrapped in black trousers. He looks gentle and noble. He is very tall. Ranbai can't see his face or his expression from the mirror. He just said a word suddenly.
"Return home tomorrow."
Wei Ran suddenly paused for a moment, but soon went on as usual. He just listened to his lazy smile and his clear voice fell down. It was the same as usual: "it's not good here?"
He stood there, looked at the appearance in the forensic mirror, put the hair dryer aside, and then bent down, just like the elegance of a gentleman and the loyal and elegant housekeeper in the ancient castle. He knelt half on one knee in front of the forensic, lowered his voice, coaxed her and asked, "what makes you feel unhappy?"
Dyed white and hung his eyes, you can see the young people's tender and moist smile, and slightly look up. Those amber beautiful and dreamy eyes are like a deep-sea lake, slowly sinking and triggering an unknown storm.
The line of the bridge of the nose is high and superior, and the thin red lip color is very suitable for kissing, like the bewitchment of the gods.
The handcuffs that had been handcuffed to them were temporarily untied and put aside by Wei Ran, with a silver luster. The cold and small foot chain was fastened to the forensic ankle. The chain was very long and could move freely, and the other end of the foot chain was handcuffed to Wei Ran's ankle. At the moment, the two were very close. The silver chain fell on the ground and handcuffed them at a certain distance, Add a bit of morbid and secret ambiguity.
"There's nothing unpleasant." ranbai said. She likes to be with Wei Ran and doesn't mind locking the two people in this way. Her tone was flat and light: "just called, there was another homicide in the police station?"
Although it was an inquiry, there was no fluctuation when she read it, so that it seemed to be an objective statement of facts.
"This matter......" Wei Ran smiled low. He took the initiative to hold dye White's hand and explained patiently: "I'll handle it."
"The problem is that you don't have to deal with it."
There was hardly any pause between the two sentences and fell without thinking.
The atmosphere fell into some kind of stalemate condensation for a time.
Wei Ran looked up at her. It was a posture of looking up at her. Subconsciously, it gave people an illusion of piety and submission. It was easy to appease and soften people. His look was always gentle and peaceful, but it was like a dark sky hiding the coming storm. After a little quiet, Wei ran smiled at ran Bai and asked softly with a little soft meaning: "What does the child want to do?"
"Don't you know, sir?" ran Bai stared at him and fell into the sight of the young man, gentle and sinking.
The slender young man knelt half on one knee in front of her, stiff from the lower jaw to the neck line, and even the radian of the shoulder blades. His back was like a beautiful bow, which would be stretched at any time. There was some disturbing emotion in his eyes, but he was as gentle and bewitching as ever. It was suspected that the momentary darkness was just his own illusion.
"Isn't it good for us?" Wei Ran never had the ability to empathize, and also maintained an imperceptible sense of distance from anyone in the world. His voice was light and low, as if confused: "why must there be other people."
Returning to China means that Wei Ran has managed to establish an external defense line within a month, and the external defense line collapses. When she gets along alone, the psychological hint to dye Baixia imperceptibly ends. Everything returns to the beginning. Familiar and unfamiliar people are around her and occupy a lot of their time.
He's not the only one.
But she's his.
"Sir," said ranbai, "wherever you are, you can be together like this."
She doesn't mind.
really
"Others are outsiders." the forensic tone is not light or heavy: "you are not."
Wei Ran looked at her with unknown meaning. The radian of the corners of his lips converged, and soon bent his eyes and smiled, bringing out a chill attachment, "I know."
He always knew.
She is his.
They will be together forever.
He knows, yes.
"Thank you, baby..." a single hand stretched on the side of the stained white body, and she kissed her in a strange and romantic manner. He could not say that it was like a multicolored bubble in the sunlight. He did not let the forensic doctor see the cold illness in his eyes, the faint color of blood, almost overflowing.
No matter where he is, he will never let her go in his life.
So is death.
…
midnight,
At the balcony of the villa, the night wind is cool and everything is quiet.
There was no light in the living room, and the balcony across the door was also dark. Only the moonlight went through the clouds and went out.