"I admit that we have known each other since we were children. We are actually from the same village." Zhou Jie began to reveal everything gradually, for fear that Xiao Fan would not believe it.
Xiao Fan listened quietly and carefully.
"As you can see, we grew up together, just a few houses apart. We went to school together, went to the pond together to catch frogs, set firecrackers on cow dung to light them, and set wildfires together.
Together... I, Ning Yuan, Long Xiaotian, Xiang Kuo, Xia Rufeng, we are the best group of friends. Of course, our relationship is as strong as that of buddies, no, even stronger than that of buddies.
"
Xiao Fan was still listening, trying hard to suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart and continue listening. Listening to him talk about some unnecessary things about their past, Xiao Fan clearly got a glimpse of something from his tireless statement.
Wanting to hide some real signs. The more he kept talking like this, the more Xiao Fan suspected that there was something wrong with him. What was it that he wanted to hide?
He clearly has a guilty conscience in every statement he makes.
Xiao Fan was still listening, he had to listen.
"At that time, our parents all went out to work. It was in the 1990s. After that, we, the left-behind children, finally came to be close to our parents. Our parents all settled in the city, and there were
After saving some money, the few of us began to move our family to the city, and the houses in the countryside were not very inhabited, except for the grandparents who didn’t want to leave.”
Zhou Jie said many more things, but in Xiao Fan's opinion, they all seemed useless. What's the use of saying them? You still haven't told me why you want to hide your relationship.
Having to take the initiative, Xiao Fan didn't want the other party to confuse him. "I just want to ask, what is your relationship like?"
"Isn't this obvious? Very good." Zhou Jie said.
"Then why didn't you show up at Rufeng's funeral or Ningyuan's funeral?"
Xiao Fan's series of questions undoubtedly gave the other party a blow, and Xiao Fan waited quietly for the answer on the other end of the phone.
"...Oh, the deaths of Rufeng and Ningyuan did give me a double blow, and I was heartbroken about it." Xiao Fan wanted to ask, are you really heartbroken? Would anyone really say that they are heartbroken?
? "Actually, I had something to do that day, and it was urgent."
Which day? That day? Next, Xiao Fan thought that the other party was going to tell the old trick about his dead father and mother, but he didn't.
"I'm really in a hurry. I'm going back to my hometown. Because it's a family matter, I can't say more. Please forgive me."
"I have nothing more to ask. You should have a good rest. Excuse me." Xiao Fan ended the call quickly.
It was all lies and deception. His words were no longer credible. Xiao Fan punched the table hard!
Xiao Fan had never smoked. Looking at a pack of Yellow Crane Tower on the table, Xiao Fan picked it up and lit the cigarette butt with a lighter on the table.
Zhi...
As the cigarette butt burned, a volcano-like red light flashed in the air in a subtle manner. Xiao Fan came to the window and stared blankly at the scenery outside the window. It was as quiet as the other side of a strange world. Inside
I don't know what's hidden there.
An unknown short-legged bird rested on a nearby branch. It had gray-white feathers and a furry little head, staring blankly at Xiao Fan, as if it hadn't seen anyone standing in front of the window for a long time. It was there
Inquire about what?
Xiao Fan exhaled a heavy puff of smoke. He felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. He suddenly felt that his brain was slightly relieved. But the fatigue was still there.
How Ru Feng died is still unknown. But it must be related to these people and these things, probably.
Then, Xiao Fan thought about that night again, that mysterious night where things suddenly happened on a whim. That night was the night when several people got together for the first time in many years.
Could it be that the deaths of the two friends were related to what happened that night, or to "people..."?
I can still vividly remember that moment in my mind, when a phantom floated down from the window and disappeared into the dark night, as profound as a movie scene.
He thought she was here to find him, and he thought he had an uninhibited bond with her.
However, he now has to think in a different way. Maybe the other party's target was not on him from the beginning!?
Standing in front of the door of this suburban villa, Xiao Fan threw the key into the flower pot standing next to the door.
"Farewell, Rufeng." Xiao Fan called softly, as if calling a soul.
No matter what, Xiao Fan will never return to this place, and Ru Feng will be deeply buried in his memory.
However, the road must continue to walk, and this may be the fate of the living.