Chapter 310

Su Xiangyang stumbled and disappeared in my sight.

I didn't chase.

In other words, I don't know how to chase.

What should we say when we catch up?

Manna broke through Lawyer Liu's shackles and rushed to me again with tears on her face. "Where's the son of a bitch Su Xiangyang? Let him get out of here. I'm going to stab him today. The big deal is to go to jail, fuck!"

"Let's go home first." I said.

Manna refused and looked around. "Su Xiangyang, tell me where he is first. Why is it easy to know and difficult to lose? He's not sad at all? It's easy to know but difficult in his heart, isn't it a man? "

"Go home." I repeated, holding manna's shoulder with both hands powerlessly, "I think if it's easy to know and difficult to see, I won't want us to be like this."

To tell you the truth, my hand on manna's shoulder doesn't weigh much.

But it crushed the dew.

She suddenly squatted on the ground, held her face and began to cry.

After tossing around for a long time, we finally got home.

It was late at night, but no one proposed to have an early rest.

Everyone sat on the sofa, silent, tears ran dry, leaving only crisscross tears on their faces.

Yes, what can I rest for?

After all, Yi Zhinan has died, and there is no need to wait for the hearing tomorrow.

It's all over.

After being silent for a long time, Ruan Tang raised his head and asked me, "sister an, could it be that we forced Yi Zhinan to death? The truth we have always wanted to explore has become the last straw in Yi Zhinan's heart?"

I saw full of pain and remorse in Ruan Tang's eyes.

I can only come forward and hold her tightly and comfort her, "no, don't think about it. My intuition tells me that easy to know and difficult to die has nothing to do with us."

"Does that intuition tell you who it has to do with?" Ruan Tang asked me again.

I can only shake my head and smile bitterly, "no, my intuition didn't tell me this."

Perhaps it should be said that all this was told by my intuition.

I just don't want to admit it. Maybe it's easy to know but difficult to know. It's just that we killed it.

"Go to bed first. Don't you have to go to the funeral home tomorrow? How do you go like this?" Finally, it is Huo Tinggui's opening road.

Without speaking, everyone stood up in silence and walked towards their room.

Huo Tinggui picked me up and went upstairs.

I put my hands around his neck, put my head gently against his chest, and felt his beating heart.

When the body fell into the soft quilt, he said, "stop, am I a bad man?"

"You're not. You're a good man." Huo Tinggui raised his hand and gently gathered my hair behind my ears.

"But I seem to have hurt a lot of people. Without me, maybe there would be no girl, and there would be no easy to know and difficult." My mood is getting lower and lower.

Compared with the pain of losing children before, it's more painful to watch the fresh life disappear in front of you.

I feel like I can't make it.

A voice came out of my mind, telling myself that I was a scourge, a bad man, and would only cause trouble to others.

When I couldn't control my emotions, Huo Tinggui pulled me into his arms.

The familiar clearness wrapped me tightly.

From all directions, there is no gap.

"It has nothing to do with you," Huo Tinggui's voice sounded in my ear. "Even if it's not you, it will be someone else. Shen An, the last thing you should do in the world is to add other people's mistakes to yourself. This will happen not because you are called Shen an, but because he is called a bad person."

I looked up blankly, tears still hanging on my eyelashes, "what should I do?"

"What you should do is to stop or defeat the bad guys."

That night, Huo Tinggui gave me a class.

Everything that happens in the world is not accidental.

But if it happens, don't think about remorse and regret.

You can deal with him or just run away from him.

Only in the face but do nothing, the most should not.

Lying in Huo Tinggui's arms, I swore in my heart that I must find out about things that are easy to know and difficult, and things about girls!

But even if I thought so, I stayed up until dawn.

Like me, everyone didn't sleep.

When I met in the living room in the morning, my eyes were full of red blood and my eyes were deeply sunken.

We knew each other well and didn't ask each other why it was like this.

After a simple grooming, we put on black dresses and drove to the funeral home.

Easy to know difficult father died, mother has long lost contact.

So even if he died, there were no relatives to mourn.

We looked at his body in the freezer.

On the frosty cheek, the color of the scar is deeper, and the slightly raised corners of the mouth involve the scar.

Was he happy when he left?

Do you feel relieved?

I don't know, but I really want to know.

"If you don't have any other requirements, we will cremate him tomorrow. Today, you can burn less clothes he used to wear, and then burn some paper money. In this way, when he goes to huangquan Road, something can lead him." The head of the funeral home told me so.

I don't believe in ghosts and gods.

I don't care about this set of statements on the huangquan road.

But when he finished, my heart was still pulled into a ball.

Because I suddenly found that I didn't know where Yi Zhinan lived when he was alive and whether there were his clothes there.

He didn't leave any clues.

Just so simple, disappeared.

"Maybe we can go to the orphanage. He has lived there for more than ten years. Although his clothes are a little older, at least they are worn by him." Manna suggested.

I shook my head. "I don't want to go."

"Shen An, don't be capricious. Let's make it easier to know than to walk decently." She said helplessly.

But I couldn't help crying. "I don't know how to tell the old dean that we went to get his clothes to burn them for him. Last time, he asked me to tell Yi Zhinan. If I'm free, I'll go back and see him."

But before this opportunity, it was a farewell.

Let me go again. How can I speak?

Manna stopped talking. Her eyes quickly turned red without tears. She just scolded a dirty word in a low voice. Her hand clutching the corners of her clothes made extra efforts, and her green tendons bulged out, like a surge of sadness.