At nine o'clock in the evening.

The night is getting darker and heavy rain is pouring.

Next to the road, under the eaves of abandoned buildings, two people sat.

Mo Shangyun was holding a box of cigarettes bought in a convenience store. The cigarette box was not torn open and played with it in her hand. She held a lighter in the other hand. With her occasional movements, the flame suddenly jumped out, but soon

Extinguished.

Liang Zhiqiong sat next to her, silent. Rain was splashed on her white face. The water droplets splashed from the ground were a little dirty. But she didn't wipe it. She just hugged her knees and looked at the ink who was silent on the side with a worried expression.

Shangyun.

Liang Zhiqiong's thoughts were a bit complicated.

The battle ended at 8:00.

Zhengcun, who jumped off the building with the robbers tied up with bombs, died on the spot.

Shen Qing was taken to the hospital by an ambulance.

Liang Zhiqiong, who has been involved, has no sense of reality until now, as if she is dreaming. She is watching things happening like this, and there is no room for resistance from beginning to end.

Those who were still comforting them before the action and smiling with kindness to them, after the action was over, they lay on the ground without moving.

Liang Zhiqiong only took a look.

And, just one glance, she still couldn't stop her scalp from being numb when she recalled it.

If Zheng Village had not had the last action, those who were lying still would have been everyone present at that time.

Including her.

Liang Zhiqiong breathed deeply.

Three minutes after the incident, Zheng Su and Xiao Yi arrived. Xiao Yi followed Shen Qing into the ambulance. Zheng Su kept crying. When she saw Mo Shangyun, she subconsciously wanted to rush up, but she was stopped.

.

Mo Shangjun stood for a minute, said hello to someone and left.

After leaving, Mo Shangyun sat here except for buying a pack of cigarettes on the road.

Liang Zhiqiong didn't know what to do, so he accompanied him all the way.

Finally, Mo Shangyun pulled out a cigarette, put it in her mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

The smoke was lit with the light of the stars, looming, and the white smoke rose up, tangled with the mist of the rain, and the vision under the eaves became a little hazy.

Liang Zhiqiong looked at Mo Shangyun's familiar smoking movements, and a thought flashed in his mind - "This is definitely not the first time Mo Shangyun smoked."

But, what's there?

Liang Zhiqiong withdrew his gaze and looked forward.

No one passed by on this street, and the desolate and bleak scenes on the edge of the city are a bit unimaginable.

There are street lights on the road, but some of them are broken. The nearest street light is ten meters away, and the light is dim. Under the cover of this heavy rain curtain, the light becomes even darker.

Liang Zhiqiong hugged her knees tightly, feeling cold from head to toe, her clothes were wet with rain, and the wet clothes were tightly attached to the skin. The cold air penetrated through her pores, as if she could reach it.

It seems to be in the bones. Every once in a while, Liang Zhiqiong would tremble unconsciously.

She took the time to look at Mo Shangyun. In the faint light, it was seen that when the rain fell from the eaves, it was blowing on Mo Shangyun's body with the cold wind. The hair under the brim of the hat dripped down wet, and a long white sleeve

The T-shirt was wet, and her black coat was thrown to the ground and placed with her backpack.

The brim of the hat was covered, and she couldn't see her eyebrows, eyes and expressions clearly. She saw the white smoke rising up, covering her whole body.

Liang Zhiqiong bit his lip gently.

At this time, Mo Shangyun's cell phone in her pocket vibrated, vibrating continuously - it was the phone.

Mo Shangyun extinguished the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground, and then took out his cell phone.

It was Yan Tianxing’s phone number.

She glanced at her twice, didn't answer, and pinched her directly.

Then, the machine was turned off.

She threw her phone onto her backpack.

She took out another cigarette and lit it.

"Mo Shangyun, what are you thinking?" Liang Zhiqiong finally couldn't help asking.

Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun turned her head slightly and glanced at her.

Liang Zhiqiong saw Mo Shangyun's eyes, narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes, as dark and bright as ever, but it was mixed with some blood, and his expression revealed a sense of fatigue.

Mo Shangyun quickly withdrew her gaze, raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows, stretched her bent right leg forward, crossed several steps, and placed it directly outside the eaves, allowing the rain to fall on it.

She leaned back and leaned against the closed door.

"Am I one year younger than you?"

With his right hand on the back of his head, Mo Shangyun raised her head slightly and looked at the dark night sky halfway covered by the eaves. Her voice was faint and she had no emotion at all.

She seemed to be just a simple question.

"...Hmm." Liang Zhiqiong responded, "Are you thinking about this?"

His eyes moved slightly, and Mo Shangyun glanced at her again.

When she met her sight, Liang Zhiqiong's heart subconsciously tightened.

"I'm thinking," Mo Shangyun looked up at the sky, and her tone paused. After a while, Liang Zhiqiong could only hear the sound of rain before she could hear her light voice falling into her ears, "Why, the hero can't pass by

Good days, good people will live short, bad people will live long and die happily. Some people will suffer unrestrained disasters just because of bad luck. People who have not done wrong will lose their relatives because of other people’s mistakes. We hope we can save everything, and the result will be

We can only watch ourselves be saved; we hope that there will be fewer bad things, but in the end we will only have worse things; we hope that right and wrong can be clearly distinguished, and in the end we will be confused

Confused. You said, why...well?"

With a gentle nasal sound, Mo Shangyun turned her head slightly.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Liang Zhiqiong felt something was wrong with Mo Shangyun’s emotions. In a trance, he saw the light flashing in Mo Shangyun’s eyes, and the light was surprisingly dazzling.

Liang Zhiqiong lowered her eyelids and buried her head in her knees. For some reason, she wanted to cry a little.

"I have no idea."

After a long time, Liang Zhiqiong said in a muffled voice.

She suddenly realized that she was ambitious in the past and believed that she could do it with hard work, but in the end nothing was done;

She suddenly realized that she believed that she had believed in black or white in the past, but as time went by and after many things she encountered, she found that there was a gray area between black and white;

She suddenly thought that she had insisted on benevolent to defeat evil and justice to defeat evil, but reality is often very cruel...

There are too many things that cannot be done.

The truth is, most of the time, they are powerless.

So many of the persistent thoughts become self-righteous, like delusions.

She thought of Zheng Village, and when she was downstairs, she heard that his wife had also ruined the criminal's hand; when she thought of Zheng Su, when she saw Zheng Village crying in despair, she realized that she should apologize - she had no position to accuse her

Zheng Su, because Zheng Su did lose her father; she thought of Shen Qing, the beautiful girl who was unable to tie her hands, might have gotten into Zheng Su's car with a little bad attitude.

As a result, she suffered the cruelest revenge.

Mo Shangyun slowly finished smoking a cigarette.

Then she sat up, took her cell phone, coat, and backpack, and stood up from the ground.

Hearing the movement beside him, Liang Zhiqiong raised his head and looked up at Mo Shangyun who was standing straight.

"Let's go." Mo Shangyun's voice was a little hoarse.

“Where to go?”

Liang Zhiqiong asked subconsciously and spoke softly.

Putting her coat on her shoulder, Mo Shangyun walked down the steps and stopped until it was raining. She turned around and looked at Liang Zhiqiong whose eyes were all on her.

"Hospital."

Mo Shangyun answered.

*

Central hospital.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening when Mo Shangyun and Liang Zhiqiong arrived.

The rain is still falling and it is becoming increasingly larger.

Mo Shangjun and Liang Zhiqiong, whose clothes had just dried up, got off the taxi and went to the hospital building, and were soaked in the rain again.

Shen Qing had just come out of the emergency room and was sent to the ward.

Mo Shangyun inquired about the information and let Liang Zhiqiong stay below and went to Shen Qing's ward by himself.
To be continued...