Chief, Love for you is wrong

On the fence of the river, Shan Yudong and Yun Xingyue leaned against the railing and looked at the struggling people under the river, looking as indifferent as water.

At this time, one minute has passed since mother Chen jumped into the river.

In late autumn, the water in the river is very cold. Mother Chen jumped into the river in a remote place. Except for two people, there were no redundant people. They leaned lazily against the railing and watched mother Chen wave her arms and struggle. Their eyes were calm and indifferent.

At night, Shan Yudong's whole body was covered in a set of bright red clothes. In the night, he looked very flirtatious and ghostly. He put his hands in his pockets obliquely and looked coldly at mother Chen, who was struggling more and more powerless under the river. He put his hands on the railing and hung in the air. Looking at mother Chen under the river, it seemed that she was as calm as a piece of wood thrown into the river, There is no intention that she is a dying person at the moment. As long as you pull her, she can live.

In this way, standing beside the river bank, he quietly looked at mother Chen's hand. From struggling to losing strength, until there was no more fluttering sound in the river, Shan Yudong pinched his forehead irritably, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and skillfully took out one to light it.

He turned around, turned his back to the river, bent his legs and stood with his head slightly raised. After taking a hard breath of smoke, he slowly ejected it. The smoke shrouded around him. The cigarettes between his fingers were clearly extinguished in the dark night. With his quiet look of holding his head up, he gave birth to some faint sadness.

Yun Xingyue, who has been accompanying Shan Yudong, saw it and pursed his lips. Then, his hand was raised up, immediately plopped a few times, and someone swam in the direction of mother Chen's sinking.

Shan Yudong neither objected nor agreed to Yun Xingyue's self assertion. He raised the burning cigarette and looked indifferent to see that the cigarette was gradually swallowed by the dim Mars and turned into ash.

When the autumn wind blew, the soot fell on his hand and blew on his clothes. For a long time, it was stained with soot everywhere and smelled of smoke everywhere.

Until the cigarette burned to the filter, Shan Yudong took back his sight and turned to look at the calm river that had already been restored. He raised one corner of his lips, threw the cigarette butt to the river, took a deep breath, put his hands on the collar, gathered his windbreaker and walked to his fiery Ferrari.

Yun Xingyue looked at Shan Yudong's back, wearing a red windbreaker. In the night, his back was more tall and straight, with uninhibited and wanton, but also more bleak and lonely.

The single feather winter tonight reminds Yun Xingyue of the single feather winter when she was a child, and his red clothes tonight are a bit like the bright red blood on the hands of the single feather winter who killed for the first time more than ten or twenty years ago.

At that time, Shan Yudong walked into the room with a white face. His hands were still covered with blood. He was afraid to tell him that I had just killed someone. I stabbed the man 18 times, and the man stopped struggling. Then, Shan Yudong, less than 10 years old, grabbed his hand and asked, at that time, the room was very dark and there were many people. He was very afraid. Why didn't anyone let him out.

Once again, he looked up at Shan Yudong and took back his past memories. Yun Xingyue rubbed his tiger's mouth. The light in his eyes flashed an unknown light. Immediately, he kicked his legs, bent his pale lips and walked in the direction Shan Yudong left.

Just before turning around, Shan Yudong's seemingly motionless lips, as long as you listen carefully, you will find that a very light, very light sentence was squeezed out of his throat.

[why didn't someone save me back then?]

That sentence is very light. It has unbearable pain and weight in life, even lighter than the autumn wind. It seems to choke in the throat.

Except for the cloud, star and moon who refused to leave him all the time, that sentence was really scattered in the autumn wind, unknown and unknown.