confession today

"How to restrain yourself?" Li Qizhi raised his eyebrows, and said deliberately: "What you see now is the restrained appearance."

"..."

Cheng Siyan was too lazy to continue arguing with him, put one hand in his pocket, walked around the two of them, and said coldly: "I can't say you, but you and Ranran must not go beyond a certain point, or..."

The rain slapped the tiled floor, splashing fine sprays, and his tone suddenly changed, and he snorted coldly: "I'm sure I won't be soft."

Seeing this, Li Qizhi and Cheng Suiran looked at each other and smiled, they both remained silent and said no more.

There were only three figures left on the empty road in the cemetery, moving slowly along the entrance of the cemetery.

The night was getting darker, the sky was turning white, the sun was setting, and the setting sun dispelled the dark clouds, and a breeze blew by, gently lifting the hair beside her ears.

Everything seemed to be preparing to return to peace, but it was also like a harbinger of a storm that was about to hit, which made her a little uneasy.

With worry in his eyes, Cheng Suiran stretched out his hand to touch his chest, feeling a dull pain in his heart.

"Uncomfortable?" Li Qizhi noticed her abnormality and asked with concern.

She closed her eyes and frowned tightly. After a long time, she relaxed and took a deep breath: "It's okay, just a little chest tightness."

Seeing this, Li Qizhi couldn't help but pursed her lips and sighed softly, wrapping her cold little hands in warm palms, and said in a warm voice: "It should be that wearing wet clothes is uncomfortable, and I will wipe it with a dry towel when I get in the car."

"Ah."

Cheng Suiran nodded, turned around, put his hands around his thin waist, and buried his head in his strong and hard arms.

She spoke softly, with a hint of melancholy in her tone: "Pray for knowledge."

"Huh?" Li Qizhi looked at her sideways: "What's wrong?"

"Let's not be separated for the rest of our lives, okay?"

For some reason, she was always in a panic, but she couldn't tell the specific reason.

He stared at her with deep eyes, and solemnly promised: "Of course, we will never be separated for the rest of our lives."

She lowered her eyes, with a smile on her lips.

Cheng Siyan looked back, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"elder brother?"

Cheng Suiran followed his gaze, and after seeing the man, he was very surprised and said, "Uncle?"

Cheng Yang was facing them, walking towards them step by step, his steps were a little unsteady, and if you looked closely, you could find that every step he took, his knees were trembling.

"Why is uncle here?"

Cheng Siyan sized him up slightly, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you tell me, my nephew, when you're here."

His tone was tinged with sarcasm, which was obvious.

Cheng Yang stopped a meter away from them, raised his eyes and looked straight at Li Qizhi, then turned his eyes away, and said with a half-smile: "Si Yan originally thought that my uncle was not pleasing to the eye, and I Why make fun of yourself."

"Then why are you in the way?"

Cheng Siyan sneered, his tone full of mockery: "Is it interesting to always play innocent?"

He looked like he didn't care, as if he didn't care about Cheng Yang at all.

"You..." Cheng Yang opened his mouth, widened his eyes, and wanted to scold him, but he thought of something, and finally closed his mouth.

Seeing this, Cheng Suiran frowned, quickly tugged on Cheng Siyan's cuff, and comforted him in a low voice: "Brother, stop talking, I'm leaving, my uncle feels bad, don't make him unhappy anymore."

"Uncomfortable? Huh!" Cheng Siyan snorted and stared at Cheng Yang coldly: "He has long forgotten his dead brother, so why is he so sad? I said, uncle, are you used to acting? So I don’t know where the sadness comes from?”

What he said was full of sarcasm, and he didn't hide his dislike for this uncle at all, even omitting the false pretense.

"You... What nonsense are you talking about?" Cheng Yang was choked by him for a long time, unable to speak, and finally could only choke out a sentence: "I don't know how my brother and sister-in-law taught you such an uneducated thing. "

"You know better than anyone else whether I am talking nonsense." Cheng Siyan looked gloomy, and looked at him coldly: "You came to the cemetery in such a hurry, do you want to visit my father's grave, or do you want to fight something else? Flowery sausages?"

"Enough!" Cheng Yang roared: "Cheng Siyan, you are enough!"

Cheng Siyan stared at him indifferently, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Am I wrong? My father is an anti-drug policeman, but his own brother is an addict. What's wrong with my words?"

Cheng Yang trembled violently, staring at him resentfully, his eyes were red.

He clenched his hands tightly, his veins bulging, as if they were going to burst in the next second.

"Brother, let's go." Cheng Suiran grabbed Cheng Siyan's arm, signaling him that enough is enough.

Cheng Siyan glanced at Cheng Yang, and reluctantly shook off her hand that was holding him, looked at Cheng Yang, and continued coldly: "The French Open is not neglected, you'd better remember this sentence forever!"

Cheng Suiran was pushed staggered by him and almost fell, but fortunately he was helped by Li Qizhi in time to avoid falling to the ground.

"Is there something wrong?" Li Qizhi looked down at her and asked in a low voice.

"fine."

Cheng Suiran shook his head, stood up straight in his arms, raised his eyes to look at the two people who refused to give in, his brows were tightly frowned, Cheng Siyan was about to make a move, she and Li Qizhi hurried forward to stop him.

"Extend!"

Li Qizhi stepped forward and pressed Cheng Siyan's raised fist, and looked at Cheng Yang a few times with his eyes, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

Maybe it's the cold aura emanating from him, or maybe it's his words and deeds.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

Cheng Suiran was about to help Cheng Yang, but was pushed away by Cheng Yang. His face was covered with haze, and he looked at her coldly: "Do you want to die?"

His look was too terrifying and too familiar, Cheng Suiran was taken aback and stared at him blankly.

This ferocious look and movement fit so well with the scene on a rainy night in her memory. It was the scene she hated the most. Every time she recalled it, it tore her soul apart.

"Uncle, do you want to kill me?" Her fingertips trembled.

Cheng Yang looked at her indifferently, suddenly remembered something, and said slowly: "You are like your brother, you are an uneducated thing, I don't want to see you now, so get out of here!"

At this moment, Cheng Suiran didn't listen to his abuse at all. He just set his eyes on his trembling knees, forced himself to calm down, and asked aloud, "Uncle, your legs..."

"I have something to do with your legs?!" Cheng Yang panicked for a moment, and then said with a stiff neck: "If you don't give me money, just shut up!"

After he finished speaking, he passed the three of them and left the cemetery quickly, as if he was running away, his steps were chaotic, revealing the panic and helplessness in his heart.

Cheng Siyan stared at his back for a long time, complex emotions flashed across his eyes.

Cheng Suiran stared blankly at the direction Cheng Yang was leaving, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"elder brother……"

The two looked at each other, each speechless.

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