Nan Song seemed to want to carry out this scene to the end, looking up at him, "How dangerous can it be?"

This provocation method is extremely clumsy, even a little deliberate and childish, but for men, it is nothing less than a provocation.

If you don’t do something, you will be sorry for the current atmosphere.

So everything that follows is very logical.

***

cold.

Biting cold.

Jiang Fan lay on the hard bed of his cell, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep all night.

In fact, he didn't know how many sleepless nights he had spent. He didn't dare to close his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, his whole body would be immersed in the water, the boundless ocean. His body sank deeper and deeper, and his feet

His wrist seemed to be entangled in water plants, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out.

Breathing is getting harder and harder.

It was pitch black before his eyes, and there was no light.

Since when did he gradually lose sight of the path under his feet?

There was a trap on the left and a cliff on the right, all tempting him to step over.

Song Xi smiled and waved to him, "Come on, come on...Brother Fan, we are the same kind of people. We are all poor people who were abandoned by our parents. We share the same problem..."

The father had a bomb strapped to his body and his eyes were distracted. "Son, dad committed a crime, and there is nothing he can do. You have to help dad pay for this crime."

The mother looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Son, save me, save mom!"

Tears fell from the corners of Jiang Fan's eyes, and his face was full of sorrow.

He is a useless person. He can't stop Song Xi, pay for his father's sins, and save his mother from jail. He can't do anything!

He could only watch and watch...

"Jiang Fan, there are two ways right now. If you believe me, I will save you. If you don't believe me, then you will have to go all the way to the dark side. It's up to you."

Seeing Nan Song's leaving figure, the person he had been trying to catch up with all his life, Jiang Fan couldn't help but reach out his hand to hold her.

I want to say: Xiao Song, don’t leave, I believe in you!

How could he not believe her?

She is the light in his life and his faith!

Jiang Fan sat up, covering his face, breathing heavily like a drowned fish, and his breathing was confused. At this time, the cell door opened.

"No. 1108, Jiang Fan?"

"arrive!"

Jiang Fan responded subconsciously, turned around and faced the light. He squinted his eyes, unable to open his eyes and unable to clearly see the appearance of the person coming.

The door closed, the light went out, and the solitary cell fell into darkness.

His feet kicked helplessly at the bed sheets, and his neck was severely strangled. Jiang Fan's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out. The bed sheets were crumpled into a ball, but his feet gradually lost strength. His face turned purple and he rolled over.

His eyelids also sunk, like a flickering candlelight in the hunting wind, gradually extinguished.

"You are Uncle Jiang's son, Jiang Fan, right?"

When he heard the sound, he turned his head suddenly and saw a small head popping out of a cluster of fiery red flowers. It was Nan Song when he was a child.

He smiled, "Xiao Song!"

"Hey, do you know me?"

Nan Song smiled and stretched out his hand towards him, "Brother Jiang Fan, come over and help me pull weeds together. I will give you half of my pocket money."

"Okay, I'll come right away!"

He quickly took off his shoes, walked towards her, and held her hand.
Chapter completed!