Star-Crossed Lovers: The Ex-Convict and the White Rabbit

The phone circled around in his hand, and Lu Qiang looked at the screen again. After a while, he picked it up.

He was not in a hurry to speak, his mobile phone was close to his ear, and the other end was silent silently. Through the microphone, there was the noise of the street and the sound of rain.

For a moment, Lu Qiang spoke first, and he fed.

It was quiet for a few seconds over there, but it was not Qiu Zhen: "...strong brother, this is Wu Qiong."

Lu Qiang was silent. The other party may also feel rash and pause for a few seconds: "Is it convenient for you to come out?"

He was a little surprised, looking sideways at Lu Yin, her head rubbing restlessly on the pillow, her eyelashes flickering. Lu Qiang touched her hair, slid her palm down, and patted a few gentle strokes on her back.

"It's too late, I'm afraid it's not convenient."

There was no sound at that end, and Lu Qiang's mobile phone was stuck on his ear for a few seconds, then took it down and hung up.

He tuned to vibrate, and then a call came in again, still his number.

Lu Qiang took his eyes.

Wu Qiong said: "Brother Qiang, I have a few words to tell you."

...

He moved very lightly, picked up the boxer pants under the bed, and then jeans.

The bedside lamp only turned on to the darkest, exuding a warm yellow color. Lu Qiang fastened his belt, looked back at the bed, his eyes flickered, and then he fixed his eyes on it.

"I woke you up?"

Lu Yin's face was lying on the pillow, lying on her side, and the thin quilt only covered the waistline, revealing the undulating naked back and half of the breast contour.

There was a warm light in her eyes: "No, I haven't been sleeping well."

Lu Qiang stood and looked at her for a while, throwing away the clothes in his hand and covering it over her: "Did you hear the phone just now?"

"Ok."

Lu Qiang said: "It was Wu Qiong, the little girl who was with Qiu Zhen today. She is in Luzhou and wants me to go there. The emotion of listening to the speech is not right." He was silent for a moment: "I think Should go over and see."

His voice was low, and there was a little imperceptible inquiry in his tone.

Lu Yin turned over slightly, pulled thin and covered her chest: "Is it still raining outside?"

Lu Qiang glanced out of the window, the curtains were not tightened, and fine drops of water hung from the glass.

He nodded and said yes.

"Then how are you going?"

There is nothing to hide from her. Lu Qiang said: "You woke up, it just happened to go with me, it might not be a good taxi in rainy days."

Lu Yin didn't know the details of the past, but the sensitive illusion told her that it was not appropriate. Obviously the other party did not want to see other people, otherwise she would stay in the afternoon and would not go with Qiu Zhen.

Even though she was relieved enough for Lu Qiang, today’s day is special, and the other party is still a woman. She is inevitably sour in her heart, but she still says: "I am too tired, can you go by yourself?"

"You can just sit in the car."

She squeezed his finger: "I want to sleep, I can't get up."

Lu Qiang held her back and hung a moment above her head: "That line, you sleep, I will take a look, and I will be back soon."

Lu Yin lowered his eyes and nodded slightly, "Uh."

Lu Qiang kissed her shoulder, helped her cover the quilt, the bedside lamp went out, and he walked out of the door lightly.

Forgetting to take the umbrella, Lu Qiang waited for the car and bought it at the convenience store.

The residence was not close to Luzhou Road. Fortunately, at night, it took half an hour to drive all the way. This is the city that never sleeps in Zhangzhou. There are several high-end hotels, as well as bars and KTVs. There are many famous cars on the roadside. Although it is rainy, there are still a lot of people going in and out of the entertainment venue.

Wu Qiong squatted under the eaves of the shop at the intersection. She wore a trench coat and hat to cover her eyebrows. In the distance, the neon cast colorful on her face, and she could not see any expression.

Lu Qiang got out of the car, put away the umbrella and stood it on the side wall.

He lowered his eyes: "What are you looking for me for?"

Wu Qiong raised his head a bit, but still did not get up when he squatted: "So late, thank you for coming."

Lu Qiang didn't speak. He held a cigarette to his mouth and ignited with one hand. He exhaled smoke into the sky and lowered his eyes. Wu Qiong was looking up at him.

"Can you bring me one too?"

Lu Qiang directly threw the cigarette case to her.

Wu Qiong pulled out one, "Fire."

The lighter was clenched in his hand, and he passed it.

The two stayed silently for a while. Lu Qiang finished smoking half a cigarette. She had ordered the second cigarette and looked at him again and again.

Lu Qiang first asked: "Are you going home so late?"

Wu Qiong said: "Me and Qiu Zhen live here," she pointed. "Just at the hotel at the end of the street." Yu Guang fell to his feet after the speech.

Lu Qiang did not do what she wished, looking at the street, and kept silent.

Wu Qiong pressed her lips: "I met you in the mall, is it your girlfriend?"

He nodded and said yes.

Wu Qiong was slightly stiff, and he didn't intend to ask: "Look at your feelings, when will you get married?"

Lu Qiang didn't think much: "I just received the certificate today."

The finger holding the cigarette stopped on the lips, and then continued to wrap in the mouth: "I'm so sorry, such an important day calls you out."

Lu Qiang said: "It's okay, she knows."

Wu Qiong's hands tightened and her cigarette body was bent by her. She stood up from the ground, squatting her legs, and held the wall for a while, "She is beautiful, you are blessed."

Lu Qiang didn't take the trouble, and asked her again: "What are you looking for me for?"

Wu Qiong smiled and smoked the last cigarette. What she wanted to say before was meaningless. She almost forgot. The hospital refused that day. Six years later, the man who had a place in Zhangzhou had disappeared. He is now ordinary, and the newly-married Yaner, why not make unreasonable demands and disturb his life.

The luck in her inner self is completely shattered. To some extent, she finally firmed her previous choice. God can't be fair to everyone, so this harsh and cruel arrangement came to her, and she was powerless except for the appointment.

Wu Qiong pinched the smoke: "I'm sorry, I actually have nothing to do." She was suddenly unusually calm, and her tone was pale.

Lu Qiang couldn't help but turned his head: "Did you have something to tell me?"

"No." She firmly said: "It's not early, I should go back."

Lu Qiang also wanted to ask two more words, she has taken the lead in moving forward.

Lu Qiang's eyes looked at her back: "I send you."

"No, it's very convenient to walk over." She turned around and handed her over: "The smoke returns to you."

Lu Qiang lowered his eyes and didn't pick up: "You hold it."

"Thank you." She withdrew her pockets with her hands and took a step forward. The tip of her shoe stepped into the puddle, and a small splash of water rose.

Lu Qiang told her, she stopped, he handed the umbrella over: "Walking away."

Wu Qiong's heart tightened, and the memories that had been sealed for a long time came out. He had previously cared about, hated, and forgotten. Once again, he reunited at that time.

It was at this moment that she realized that she called him, perhaps only for a simple meeting.

She slowly loosened her fist and took the umbrella handle: "Thank you."

Lu Qiang nodded.

Wu Qiong held up the umbrella and crossed the road. She looked back for the last time to see the man standing quietly under the street lamp. They were separated by a rain curtain, by traffic, by an unreachable distance.

"Goodbye." She smiled and waved.

This time, she stepped into the darkness without looking back.

The umbrella is very big, help her to block the wind and rain, the raindrops hit the pleasant rhythm on the top of her head, her heart is unprecedentedly peaceful.

The rain was long, and Wu Qiong smiled.

If there is an afterlife, she will wash away thousands of dust before she is worthy to stand side by side with him.

...

Wu Qiong went back home, she did not dare to go up, stood downstairs and looked up, this side is facing the parents bedroom, the night was very dark, they had long been asleep.

She stared at the dark window, wondering how long she had stood. Her neck was a little stiff, and she turned slowly.

The phone in her pocket has been ringing several times. In order to call Lu Qiang, she has been holding Qiu Zhen's mobile phone. The screen flashes in the dark, showing that the number is yours.

She picked it up and remained silent for a few seconds. He roared angrily: "Midnight, where did your mother go?"

Wu Qiong was silent.

"How about you? Where? I'll pick you up."

There was only his heavy breath in her ear.

After a while, Wu Qiong calmly said, "Go back here."

It was already three o'clock in the morning when she arrived at the hotel room. Qiu Zhen didn't sleep, leaning on the sofa in her bathrobe. He held a goblet in his hand, and the dark red liquid slowly shook with his movements.

The red wine bottle on the table was empty, and he set his legs on the coffee table, glancing at her casually and sternly.

Wu Qiong didn't take off his windbreaker, arms tightly around his chest, stood in the middle of the room for a moment, and went to sit at the end of the bed: "It's so late, drink less."

Qiu Zhen put down his glass: "What did I do with my phone?"

Wu Qiong put the phone on the bed and lowered his eyes: "Hurry up, I'm going to sleep."

Her mood was fairly stable, and no obvious abnormalities were seen. Qiu Zhen got up from the sofa, walked over and sat next to her, the distance was close, and there was a strong smell of wine.

Wu Qiong frowned disgustedly, tilting his head to the side, and he was forced to break it: "Where did he go?"

She endured: "Go to relax."

"Midnight's distraction, when I'm two hundred and fifty? Tell you not to lie in front of me," he grabbed Wu Qiong's hair, and pulled back vigorously: "Have the wild guy go?"

Wu Qiong's chin was forced to hold up, breathing for a few seconds, "Yeah." Her volume increased.

Qiu Zhen's teeth were tense, and she held her chin with the other hand. "You are so cheap, do you know what shame is?"

Wu Qiong's lips and teeth were slightly open, and a voice of laughter changed in his throat: "What is shame about being slept by a beast like you every day?"

She looked at him provocatively, the smile on the corner of her mouth was extremely ironic, and an expression was enough to evoke his anger. Qiu Zhen cursed in a low voice and sterned his palms back. He drank alcohol and was so excited that he could not stand a little bit of provocation.

Wu Qiong's posture was awkward, and he glanced at him squinting: "What are you mad at? I'm going to be a wild man? Or am I arguing you are a beast?"

Qiu Zhen stared at her with scarlet eyes.

She found that she couldn't bear it, and moved her hands in her clothes, "Aren't you a beast?"

He glanced harshly, and suddenly smiled cruelly, "It seems that I can't just be stigmatized."

Qiu Zhen spread his hands, pulled her collar apart, and with the inner shirt inside, the fabric torn, revealing snow-white shoulders. She covered her chest, and a silver glint shone into his eyes, and Qiu Zhen was instantly guarded.

Without disguising her hatred, she drew her dagger and stab him suddenly. Qiu Zhen acted quickly and fell back instinctively.

At the moment of anger, the power is endless, she is cracking, half spanning on him, and the tip of the knife is aimed at his face.

Qiu Zhen held her wrist, "You **** crazy!"

"I'm going to kill you--" she roared.

Qiu Zhen panicked, and in a moment of panic, the tip of the knife almost plunged into his eyes. He turned over desperately, pressed her under him, exerted force on his hand, the dagger was slightly offset, and lay between the two.

She had a terrible face, holding the dagger in both hands, Qiu Zhen horrified: "Qiong Qiong!" He tried to slow down his voice: "Don't be impulsive...Sit down and say something."

She had fallen into a madness and couldn't hear it at all, her knees squeezed hard, and she hit him firmly.

Qiu Zhen snorted and pushed her body up, her chest pressed against her cheek. Wu Qiong stood upright, facing the floor, and they were entangled in the bed.

He only felt that she was under him, a muffled sound, and a subtle, unfamiliar broken sound. Suddenly there was no sound underneath, and the room suddenly fell into a strange quiet.

He was shocked, his nose was hot, and his chest was gradually stained with warm and wet skin. His heart was horrified, and he suddenly bounced from her and fell on the floor.

Wu Qiong lay there motionless, and the dagger across his neck was shocking. It was already seven or eight points into the flesh, and the dark red blood continued to overflow along the blade. Her pupils dilated and her limbs twitched frequently.

Qiu Zhen roared and took off his robe to plug her wound.

She had no focus and made a ‘ho ho’ sound in her throat.

Qiu Zhenqing burst: "Qiong Qiong?" His lips trembled, calling her name again and again, his hands stiff, and never panicked like this for a moment. But within a few seconds, the snow-white nightgown was quickly stained with blood.

Qiu Zhenru was killed by thunder, her hands moved away from her neck, and she pulled off her nightgown. His hands were bright red, holding her face tremblingly, "Qiongqiong, don't... quite a bit..." He even crawled to the edge of the bed and pressed three digits on the phone. The screen showed dialing. His thumb moved, and suddenly he hung up subconsciously, and threw his hands away like a hot potato.

Wu Qiong was lying in a weird posture, the convulsions were less frequent, and his nerves jumped from time to time.

He threw it over, gathered the blood on the ground, regardless of sending it to her wound, his eyes were blank, and gradually she couldn't see her face clearly.

Qiu Zhen raised her arms and wiped her eyes. She lay quietly in the blood slope, covered with dirt. He panicked, his throat overflowed with a twisted roar, how hoping to get a hint of response, even if she jumped up and thrust the dagger into his body.

However, everything is late.

The liquid on my hand was cold and the room was sweet. The girl lost her breath, she opened her eyes slightly, and a drop of liquid slowly fell off the corner of her eyes. She chose this extreme and extreme way to end everything.

...

At dawn, the shimmering light hit her pale face.

Qiu Zhen was shocked in vain, crawling and rushing into the bathroom, he had been sitting there for two hours. Washing the blood on his hands in a panic, he put on his clothes, grabbed his phone, and ran out of the room like an escape.

The light rain stopped for a day and night in a row, and the streets were washed clean, with only a few passers-by and a few cars.

He had no direction and drove for half an hour, glancing at the phone.

Pointing to the screen in a panic, he accidentally turned to the call log. His eyes swept past, but he was shocked, showing that the last pass called Lu Qiang, the time was 1.03 am.

He was confused and unable to understand. He went out on the phone.

Soon, the other party picked up.

After a long time, Qiu Zhen whispered in his mouth: "Dad, I killed."

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