When Fu Liangcheng met Su Qian, he was still a passionate policeman's son, striving to be the future pioneer of the motherland and following his father to investigate crime scenes.
To put it nicely, it was to increase his knowledge, but to put it poorly, his father couldn't overcome his determination and he insisted on coming over to join in the fun. As a result, he was used to seeing the yellow police tape and could only sit outside with nothing to do.
The excuse for not allowing people to enter was something he had heard since he was a child. It made his ears tingle when he heard it, and he didn't necessarily want to change it.
When he was hesitating whether to sneak in, he saw his father appear at the top of the stairs holding a girl as thin as a cabbage, and walked directly around him to the ambulance.
The building was burned black, and he could smell a pungent smell even while sitting on the stone steps downstairs, until the girl swayed past him, her loose hair rippled by the warm wind. , lifting the barrier of thick smoky smell.
The girl was wrapped in a large police uniform and slept soundly. Her small face was as bright as ivory, and her flat eyelashes rested on top of her eyelids, resembling the dark feathers of a crow.
That was the first time he saw Su Qian, a brief and unfulfilled glance.
The driver of the ambulance turned the steering wheel, sending up a burst of sand and dust from the wheels. For the first time, he was actually worried that the girl in the car would be knocked on the head.
The second time I saw Su Qian was in the hospital.
He was sent by his father to the ward to talk to the girl, but he was not good at words and had to tell old fairy tales.
"The two sisters laughed at Cinderella and refused to let her attend the ball..."
He looked expressionless as if reciting a lesson, and a burning white woven lamp hung above his head.
The light in the ward swayed with broken shadows, falling into the scorching colors. The girl's eyes flickered like shiny black grapes, and she called out in a waxy voice.
"Elder brother."
"I don't want to hear this story."
The girl hugged her knees and buried her head, huddled up in the quilt like a silkworm chrysalis, "My sister is so kind to me. I don't like sisters who are not good, and I don't like sisters who are not sisters."
These words were so damn direct. How could he, a man who could be a brother but not a sister, answer?
"Brother, brother..."
The girl didn't notice his tangled look. She was addicted to her thoughts, and he came back to his senses: "What's wrong?"
"Can you trust me?"
There was no weakness in her eyes, and she grasped the sheets with her fingers behind her back.
"I believe you?"
"I really saw it."
She emphasized, "I really saw a ghost. A ghost killed my sister. The police uncle didn't believe me."
At that time, although Fu Liangcheng was young, he was still a full-fledged atheist.
The light came from the side, with soft colors. Seeing that he was a little embarrassed, the girl covered her eyes and bit her lip, and he caught a flash of tears in her eyes.
He couldn't tell whether he was bewitched or because he threw away the moral concepts his father taught him and stood tall in front of a girl who was half a head shorter than him and lied to her.
"I trust you."
...
The kid who lied didn't get any candy.
Fu Liangcheng didn't believe this before, but now he does.
"Thanks to you, I will never trust anyone again."
There was no fluctuation in Su Qian's eyes, which was far different from the girl who shrank her head seven years ago.
She walked up to Fu Liangcheng, and her figure engraved with light melted into his shadow.
"fraud."
A liar runs through his world.
Her figure was all under Fu Liangcheng's eyes, his eyes were flowing, and the arc embedded in the corners of his mouth became clearer.
No matter how long it takes, he will always be half a head taller than her.
"Does this have to happen as soon as we two meet?"
Fu Liangcheng buttoned up his collar and tilted his wrist slightly, revealing a prominent red rope.
He ignored it and brushed the strands of hair around his ears.
Su Qian stepped back slightly, her eyes not missing him at all. She accidentally caught a glimpse of red on her wrist and quickly moved away: "Who wants to see me?"
"Who made me worry that she couldn't stand it?"
"Then who wants to worry about me so much that I can't stand it without seeing you?"
Su Qian simply argued with him.
Although she usually doesn't like to talk, her temperament is not much different from that of a stray cat, and she is definitely not a vegetarian when she is provoked.
"I'm warning you, cherish your life and start by staying away from me."
She said cruel words with a calm expression.
"Since it's a warning, it should come with consequences. I still don't want to stay away from you."
Fu Liangcheng stepped forward and shrouded her in a tight shadow, "What can you do to me?"
"Beat you."
Su Qian raised her fingers and grabbed his collar. Without any sloppiness in her movements, she kicked off her feet and swung her fist at the side of his face!
Snapped--
Fu Liangcheng received this solid punch head-on.
He didn't dodge or show any signs of fighting back.
"Why not hide?"
She asked the liar, "Why don't you hide? I don't believe you can't hide!"
He can obviously avoid it...
Su Qian couldn't explain how she felt. When she beat him, she used all her strength. In the end, she realized that she was the only one taking it seriously, and she was the only one who took the past so seriously.
This feeling is terrible.
The strong light from the car lights was as bright as a spark, spreading bit by bit from behind her, blurring her vision soaked in the light.
"Wipe your hands."
Fu Liangcheng took out a tissue and handed it to her, while gesturing towards the rearview mirror of the police car, stopping the two policemen from getting out of the car in time.
"A perfect crime leaves no critical evidence behind."
Su Qian ignored the tissue he handed over: "Then I will wait for you to catch me at home if you have the ability..."
After that, she turned around and left.
Fu Liangcheng watched her go away without saying a word even though he was reluctant to leave her.
His hand holding the tissue was still frozen in mid-air, with some personal emotions and no mercy...
Taking became pinching.
Everyone was gone, and he didn't know who he was competing with.
The red rope had been worn away by the years, and the shadow of the overflowing and falling thread was lonely under the vine. The wrist wrapped only with a length of red rope was pitifully white.
"Your temper is as stubborn as ever. Will you die if you give in, Su Qian?"
Fu Liangcheng thought to himself that he was probably crazy, and he would let a heinous person leave who had attacked his face.
Su Qian never thought about why she could leave unharmed.
She stepped out of the threshold of the old campus. The keyhole sunk into the door panel was stained with rust. Without the glare of the car lights, the surroundings were desolate.
There is a narrow ditch on the roadside, which is deep and winding, like an earthworm crawling in the dark mud. The surface is covered with rot-colored black spots. The winding night distorts the harmony of the road.
Maybe it was a passerby who threw away cigarette butts, and Su Qian smelled an unspeakable pungent smell.
She frowned, walked around the gap where the ditch leaked, and walked along the uneven bricks for a while.
When she passed the corner, she retracted the foot that was in front of her, straightened her messy sleeves, and spoke very slowly and lightly: "Aren't you tired of following me?"
The sky peeled off the layers of clouds, swallowing up the stars in a vague way. The wind suddenly blew up, footsteps were sparse, and a familiar figure approached her from behind.
"Qian Yin, it's me..."
Ji Zehong's tracking failed.
Su Qian glanced at him, and he turned away guiltily, his eyes flickering as if he was trying to deny something.
"How do you know I'm following you?"
"I'm not hearing-impaired."
Su Qian dragged the soles of her shoes and scraped the water stains on the shoes onto the road, "Where's Sun Miao?"
"She went back first."
It was windy at night. Ji Zehong coughed slightly and scratched his head in embarrassment, "I was worried that you... just, didn't go back with her."
Su Qian was not necessarily moved: "Really?"
The tight shoelaces were loosened at some point. She took a step and raised her heels unceremoniously, "Since you are so worried about me, how about you tie my shoelaces for me?"
Ji Zehong hesitated for a moment, and after a moment of stalemate, he knelt down to help her as if resigned to his fate.
The moment his fingers touched the shoelaces, Su Qian rolled up his sleeves and took out a knife.
There was a sharp dark light hanging from the handle, and she put it neatly on his neck!
"You are not Ji Zehong - who are you?"