my husband is a killer

Chapter 63 The Second Batch of Killers 7
The boat went down the water, one scene after another, was left behind by the river for a period of time, the cooking smoke curled up, the twilight was getting thicker, and when the new moon rose, the boat turned in the current and had already entered the Mekong River!
The waves gently embrace the river bank, rolling up the soft sound of the water. The boats in the river have all moored to the bank early, and there is only one black long-tail boat moving along the water, flowing down silently, and the lights on both sides of the river are reflected. In the river, the prosperity and sadness of the secular world are reflected.

The Mekong River in the night is peaceful and quiet.

The boatman gently shook the scull, and a man with an expressionless face sat on the bow. The water waves shook the lights, and fell into his eyes, flickering all the way!
He has maintained the same sitting position for a long time. On this quietly flowing boat, in this diffuse night, what keeps flashing before his eyes is the shocking scene of the day!
Sharp glass, bloody hands, she kept trembling and crying...just thinking about it, the wound on her chest started to ache!

Someone approached gently behind him, hesitating and silent for a moment, and a soft voice came into his ears:

"It's cold outside, you come in the cabin!"

The figure still didn't move. Looking at the silent figure, she gritted her teeth and said softly:
"Are you... still angry with me? I know I've been dragging you down. I promise, next time I will remember every word you said firmly, and I won't drag you down again!"

He turned around slowly, looked at the uneasy woman, kept silent, kept silent, and finally spoke:
"I'm not angry with you. You go to rest, I'm waiting for someone, and I have to change ships tonight."

Hearing what he said, she finally smiled, handed a piece of clothing to him, turned around and walked back to the cabin.

He turned his head to look at her shadow, and didn't look back for a long time.

The river flowed lightly, and there was a desolation in his eyes.

next time?Lanjiao, there will be no next time.

It seemed that he changed the boat twice in the middle, as if he had been talking to someone, muttering Thai, and it was reassuring to hear him vaguely.

The sound of the oars gently paddling through the water kept flowing. She seemed to be leaning on the cabin, and leaned on his shoulder again when changing boats. She was always in a daze, and her dreams followed the river. Each one is gentle and light, tranquil and fragrant.

(End of this chapter)