The misanthropic watched as the airplane route flew overhead.

The boy hollowed out his hat and pressed it on top of his head, covering his piercing red hair.

He looked up and smiled at the sky.

He waved his hand like a fool.

"Since you can give up on myself because of me, so can I."

He has always been like this, never caring about the feelings of others, willful and selfish.

There is always someone who tolerates his character and smooths his edges and corners.

The midday sun shines all over the body, and the whole body is warm.

Misanthropy comes to Rita's house.

Reach out and knock on the door.

Rita wore a sky blue dress today, her long blond hair draped over her shoulders, and her face was wearing delicate makeup, looking at him with a smile.

"I knew you were coming."

The misanthropy chuckled softly, "Why do you know?" ”

"You can't bear him, if you don't come, then it's not you."

Rita still smiled, and turned sideways to make way for him.

The world-weary can already feel that there is something wrong with Rita's spirit.

A person who disguises himself as a girl all year round is not a normal person.

Even under his ruthless rejection, he can continue to like him without care, and use all means to threaten almost paranoia.

"I really like you, can you feel it?"

The misanthropy pursed his lips coldly and did not answer.

Just ask, "I'm already here, what about the negatives?" ”

Rita frowned, "Are you going to tell me this when you come up?" Do you think that after giving you the negative, you will pat your ass and leave? Misanthropy, you're so cute. ”

He reached out to touch his misanthropic face.

The misanthropy turned his head in disgust, "Don't touch me." ”

"You probably didn't understand what I said, but I mean, as long as you're with me, I'll never send it out."

Rita smiled and said, "Leave me and send it out." ”

The misanthropic smiled and reached out to pinch Rita's chin.

"How can you play like that?"

Rita winked at him, "After all, they're not stupid. ”

The misanthropic reached out and grabbed Rita's shoulders and pulled him into his arms.

"You can do it."

This is the first time since the reunion that Rita has had close contact with the misanthropy.

His face was slightly red, leaning on his arms.

Until he was confined by a rope, he narrowed his eyes, "What are you doing?" ”

The misanthropy directly tied people tightly, "Of course it's to do something more despicable than you." ”

Rita looked at the rope tied around her body, "Actually, I guessed it." ”

The misanthropic turned on his computer and asked without looking back, "Where is the negative?" ”

Rita said, "You know what? I'm in a bad state of mind right now. ”

"What is the computer password?"

Rita just quietly looked at the rope on her body, "Do you know why I became like this? ”

Misanthropy tried the house number, wrong.

Retrieve Rita's ID card from the drawer, wrong.

Rita's birthday, wrong.

He pursed his lips and tried his birthday.

That's right.

Rita said, "Because of you. ”

The misanthropy began to look for photos little by little.

Rita sneered, "Do you think I'm going to put it so obvious for you?" ”

He said: "I have saved a lot of backups, and I have printed them out, and I am disgusted with the world, you can't play with me." ”

Misanthropy finds a copy in the album and deletes it directly to shreds.

There are also in the mailbox, and he looks for it little by little, and he doesn't let go of the chat history.

Rita sat on the stool and looked at him quietly, "Sure enough, the man who works quietly is the most handsome." ”

Misanthropy: "Shut up. ”

Everything on the computer was flipped through by him from beginning to end.

After the world-weary repeatedly confirmed that there was no more, he turned off the computer.

I found my phone again.

Rita looked at him unhurriedly, "It's hard to find on your phone." ”

The misanthropic sneered, and directly deducted the card in the mobile phone and broke it in half.

Then put the phone on the sole of your foot and smash it.

"What else?" he asked. ”

Rita's face was stunned, "The world's weary has become smarter." ”

"I ask you, where else?"

Rita said, "No. ”

The world-weary remembered what Rita said, "There's also a printed one, right?" ”

Rita looked at him and didn't speak.

The world-weary is looking for it in the house.

"Don't bother, I can't find all of them, even if I don't have them here, don't the people who sold them to me have them? The little angel is pitiful. ”

"How can you be such a shrewd person and let them keep the negatives in their hands, one and a half million to buy a lonely?"

"Are you complimenting me?"

The misanthropic did not speak again, and continued to rummage, and in the drawer of the bedside table, he found a large pile of medicine.

Underneath the medicine, buried is a washed photo.

Rita's expression changed, "Don't move." ”

He got up from the stool, and his arms were bound to come to him.

The misanthropy knows that this is the last one.

He tore up the photos, and even used a lighter to ignite them with some uneasy worries.

Rita gritted her teeth, "Misanthropy, you've really disappointed me. ”

The misanthropy lit the photo and asked lightly, "Aren't you disappointing?" ”

"Disappointed? Misanthropy, do you know how much I've paid for you? You don't know, because you never cared, Qingliu has only known you for a long time, and he has never done anything for you, and you actually treated me like this for him. ”

"If surveillance threats are even a cost, I can't afford yours."

Rita looked at him with a cold gaze.

Suddenly laughing to herself, she twisted her bones, completely unconcerned about the pain and broke free from the rope in her hands.

Reaching out to overturn the wine cabinet beside him, the world-weary reaction quickly flashed away.

The cabinets full of wine crackled to the ground.

The eyes of the misanthropic opened in disbelief, the burning photos mixed with alcohol, and the whole room instantly turned into a sea of fire.

Rita giggled, throwing all sorts of flammable materials into the fire and igniting them.

The world-weary turned around and ran out the door, only to find that the door lock could not be opened.

The couch curtains were all lit, black smoke billowed out, and the room was reduced to a sea of fire where there was no place to stay.

Misanthropic choked on smoke and couldn't breathe.

Rita is sick.

In order to win the competition, he has been doping all year round, and his cranial nerves have become deranged, and he is not a normal person at all now.

The misanthropic saw Rita's long hair burning, and subconsciously wanted to help him extinguish it, but he hid in the corner and couldn't breathe now.

It's hard to protect yourself, and you still want to be a saint.

The misanthropy had actually thought about this result, Rita was not normal, and he had thought about what he would do when he was angry.

He gradually couldn't breathe, and the pain burned in his lungs.

Hearing the phone ringing suddenly, this was specially set up by him for one person, and he was the only one.

He remembered what Qingliu said, if you lie to me again, I won't call you.

So it must be an illusion.

Time seems to have gone on and on.

He saw the young man wearing a soft snow-white shirt, holding a small milk pot and gently boiling milk tea.

The tip of the nose is full of sweet and creamy aroma.

The young man smiled at him with sideways eyes, and his clear eyes were moistened with the color of the stars and the sea.

Tears of misanthropy suddenly welled up.

It's a shame that I haven't had time to show you to my mother.

The misanthropic closed his eyes, but there was a violent crashing sound in his ears, as if someone was hitting the plank with his flesh.

Did the neighbors find out so quickly?

But he couldn't hold on.

Consciousness gradually became unclear, and someone stumbled over and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Hot tears hit his cheeks and burned his skin.

"Misanthropic ......"

"Donkey Kong ......"

"Little Brute ......"

Thin lips kissed him gently.

It's bitter and astringent.

……

A fire, no one died.

The police saw the room that had been almost burned to ashes, and some sighed that it was a miracle that the three of them survived.

Rita was the most seriously injured, but she woke up earlier than she woke up with misanthropy.

Rita, whose long hair was charred, was bare on the top of her head.

He blankly surveyed everything around him.

The policewoman softly comforted him and took a confession.

only to find that Rita has gone insane, and the complete words are not good.

In the end, in desperation, he was sent to a psychiatric hospital to recuperate.

After recording Qingliu's confession, the police patted him on the shoulder with praise.

"You're their savior, and they'll thank you."

Qingliu's eyes were pale, and his eyes fell on the hospital bed not far away, and he didn't say a word.

"Is he your teammate or friend? Or maybe it's a classmate? ”

Qingliu's eyes moved.

The voice was low, "Love." ”

After the police left, Qingliu inserted the flowers they sent into a vase, and the room was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Qingliu gently wiped the little beast's face with a wet towel.

Sighed softly, "That neuropathy can wake up earlier than you, you're really lazy." ”

Qingliu got up to put the towel away, and his fingers were suddenly hooked.

He froze.

The world-weary hoarse voice rang out, "It's all because you never woke me up." ”

The towel in Qingliu's hand slipped to the ground.

He turned his head to see the pale, haggard man smiling at him.

Qingliu's eyes trembled slightly, staring at him quietly.

The misanthropy asked softly: "I have destroyed all the negatives, can they be used to atone for sins?" ”

"No, you can't."

Qingliu reached out and gently touched his forehead, "The sin is unforgivable. ”

When he saw the almost lifeless misanthropy, he almost went crazy on the spot.

The sins of the little beasts are so great that they are unforgivable.

Misanthropic and weak, he hurriedly changed the topic quietly, "Didn't you get on the plane?" ”

Qingliu poured him a glass of water, leaned over and handed it to his lips, and drank it in small sips of misanthropy, Qingliu suddenly lifted the cup, and the water meandered down the corners of his misanthropic mouth, wetting his neckline.

The little beast glared at him dissatisfied, "Why are you still bullying people?" ”

I wanted to reach out to wipe the corners of my lips, but I couldn't play it manually by Qingliu.

The corners of Qingliu's lips hooked up a smile, and he leaned over casually and kissed away the droplets.

His eyes were dark, and he stared intently at the man on the hospital bed.

"This is called bullying? Deceived me three times, and you said it would be better for you to punish you how I should do it. ”

"Will I marry you?"

Qingliu said calmly: "This is a reward, not a punishment." ”

"you, brute."

Qingliu was reminded by the word brute, and gently stroked the messy red hair twice, "How about making it impossible for you to get out of bed for three days?" ”

Hearing this, the world-weary sneered, "Can you do it?" ”

Qingliu's eyebrows are slightly raised, and her slender fingers hook her misanthropic chin.

"What do you think?"