The Old Enemy is White Moonlight

After Bian Qian woke up the next day, it was already high in the sun, and a lot of sunlight came in from the window, which was very warm.

Bian Qian was dazzled by the sunlight on the bed, and his brain shut down for a long time. After regaining consciousness, he supported his tired body and sat up.

There was an extra pillow next to it, but there was no second person.

A new sweater and trousers lay next to the pillow.

Bian Qian took out her mobile phone from the pillow to check the time, and found the message from Liang Youchen last night.

Liang Youchen.

Bian Qian looked at the information without any disturbance.

On the night of receiving the information, Bianjiu called Liang Youchen's nominally distant relative. The person who answered the phone said that he had slipped his tongue, and initially said that he was not a distant relative, and that he was given money to act in a show.

After hanging up the phone, Bian Qian felt that all the gaps in his mind that could not be connected had soldered bridges.

Why does Liang Youchen always know where she is locked up, and is always the first to rescue her but has never been attacked; why she stays with Liang Youchen, and when she separates, the group of people will accurately find the location and arrest her stand up. Why did that group of people never provoke Liang Youchen, and why did they mention betrayal on the day they jumped into the river.

Putting all the questions together, the result is actually quite clear.

Liang Youchen has been lying to her all the time, approaching her deliberately, but he has also accidentally confided the truth to her, such as his dislike of the family and his escape that day. Liang Youchen kindly planned to take her away with him, but in fact, he wanted to place the charge of running away on her, so that he could leave innocently and innocently. Bian Qian dropped the "murderer"

Even if he leaves this group of people, he will never be able to get out of this nightmare in the middle school.

Through what Old Xu said that day, Liang Youchen also knew that Bian Qian had left a recording of the bullying incident on him, and Bian Qian himself was one of the main victims.

Liang Youchen's agreement must have been more decisive.

Bian Qian replied indifferently:

"Okay, I miss you too."

Very much you want to send you to prison with that group.

Soon, take your time.

Because she was thirsty, she licked her lips lightly, just touching the bitten wound, and she suddenly remembered what happened yesterday.

Suddenly there was the sound of iron objects falling downstairs.

Bian Qian got off the bed and put on Wen Qi's clothes.

The door was unlocked, Bian Qian walked down the stairs.

It was the first time she had stepped out of this room.

The decoration inside the house is streamlined, the main color is mostly white and gray like the bedroom, and there is a floor-to-ceiling window on the back balcony, which reflects the appearance of various bouquets and green plants outside.

There is a piano by the window.

There was a burnt smell in the air.

It's not very strong, but it smells very awkward, and there is a strong strange smell in the paste.

In this way, Bian Qian thought of the aunt who sold porridge in the cafeteria on the second floor.

The porridge is delicious, but my aunt is a bit old and often confuses the porridge. Sometimes two completely incompatible ingredients appear in the same pot of porridge. There are many people complaining about this aunt on the school's confession wall, but most of them love it too much, because the amount of porridge served by the aunt is very large every time.

Apparently, the smell here is not from my aunt.

It's Wen Qi.

The kitchen is on the right side of the living room, and Bian Qian saw Mr. Wen wearing an apron at a glance.

It was hard to see what was in the frying pan, Wen Qi stood by the stage seriously and frowned.

Bian Qian knocked twice on the glass sliding door of the kitchen:

"Button."

Wen Qi turned around suddenly, his expression blank for a moment.

After concentrating her eyes, she realized that the person in front of her was obviously a lot bigger in her clothes, and her black suit made her look even more juvenile.

Bian Qian looked at the person who even wore the apron backwards:

"Don't you cook without turning on the range hood?"

Wen Qi glanced at the pot and said:

"I'm cooking porridge."

"..."

Bian Qian was also taken aback for a moment, then cast her gaze on Wen Qi:

"Do you need a shovel to cook porridge?"

Wen Qi looked at the darkness in the pot and the shovel in his hand, and finally chose to turn off the fire and loosen the apron on his body.

Bian Qian walked slowly to the front balcony and opened the window for ventilation.

The green plants and landscape belts downstairs are full of vitality under the sunshine.

She walked slowly to Wen Qi's side, hesitated for a long time, and wanted to try to hold Wen Qi's hand.

"I went out to buy flowers and breakfast. The medicine before meals was on the dining table. I drank it before I came back."

Wen Qi went to the kitchen to wash his hands and said:

"You stay at home and don't go."

Then he went out decisively, and the door closed loudly, so the act of not unlocking it was particularly obvious.

Bian Qian withdrew his hand that was about to reach into the air.

Bian Qian was a little stunned when she heard about buying flowers. That person used to have this habit too, and always asked her to accompany her to buy flowers.

She came back to her senses, thinking of the plan she heard from Wen Qi last night.

Was it to let her escape on purpose?

Bian Qian was not in a hurry to go out, instead she obeyed Wen Qi and drank the medicine on the table obediently, frowning, she went to the bedside table in the bedroom to find candy.

Because he was in a hurry because of the bitter smell, Bian Qian didn't pay attention, and opened the second drawer.

After the drawer was opened, the expected candy box was not touched, Bianqian lowered his head to look carefully, and immediately froze in place.

The drawer was clean, except for a teddy bear with a pink necklace hanging around its neck.

Although it was called a necklace, the chain was actually a pink rope, and the pendant was a small, broken flower that had long since dried up, the petals curled up dry and hard. However, they are well protected by their masters. The dry and dead petals that are close to dark brown speak of life silently in another way.

Bian Qian took out the bear and held it in his hand, staring at the bunch of baby's breath that had long been out of shape, as if he forgot to breathe.

8 years ago.

This is the day before Xingxing leaves, and it is also Xingxing's birthday.

The morning before yesterday, because Bian Qian was dragged out to play by other girls and did not go to Xing Xing, the two had a quarrel.

They haven't been in touch for two days.

The area where Tongzilou is located is far away from the city. It is considered a development area, and there are still many houses waiting to be demolished around it. It is not easy to find a flower shop in such a remote place, because I have been here with Xing Xing several times, and Bian Qian can still find it. road.

Today happens to be Friday, and there are only two classes in the afternoon, and Bian Qian, who is usually taught by the teacher, has already mastered it, so she secretly asked the teacher for a leave of absence, and ran to the flower shop as soon as school was over at noon, wanting to buy birthday gifts for the stars. a surprise.

There are barbershops and snack bars on both sides of the flower shop, but the business is not very prosperous. The signboards at the door are gray, and some shops are posted on the door for sale.

Only the storefront of the flower shop is kept clean by the owner, and the flowers are very fresh, delicate and charming, green and attractive. They are placed from the inside to the outside, and the air exudes a touch of sweetness and freshness of vegetation.

12:10.

The shop owner is a pregnant aunt, she ran over when she saw Bian Qian from a long distance, and asked softly:

"Kids are here to buy flowers again!"

"Um!"

"Why didn't that girl come with you today?"

"It's her birthday and she's still at home. Auntie, can you wrap a bunch of baby's breath for me?"

The aunt looked at her with a smile, went outside to the fence where the bouquets were placed and asked:

"Okay, come over and have a look, which color do you like?"

Bian Qian didn't understand very well, but she felt that her stars were always too rigid and boring, so she clicked on all the bright colors:

"Is it okay to mix these up?"

"Can."

12:16.

Bian Qian left in a hurry with a rainbow-colored bouquet that was bigger than her arms, and passed by a cake shop on the way back. She calculated her remaining pocket money and planned to go in to buy a birthday cake, but Xing Xing had said no before. Like to eat sweets, Bian Qian opened the store door, and said directly to the waiter:

"Sister, can you help me make a bitter cake?"

The waiter hasn't changed yet God:

"what?"

"Make a bitter birthday cake, not too big, I'm going to take it home soon, okay?"

The bakers who were making cakes in the next window heard it and asked Bian Qian with a smile:

"Little friend, is your adult here? Who is the cake for?"

"No, give it to my best friend, she doesn't like sweets, uncle, can you do it now? I'm afraid I'm afraid she will wait for me in a hurry."

The waiter and the cake maker looked embarrassed at the beginning, looked at Bian Qian's anxious and sincere eyes, and finally agreed after discussing, let Bian Qian go to adjust the template, Bian Qian quickly flipped through a few pages and found no immunity, yes The master said:

"Just cover it with colorful gypsophila stars! Uncle, hurry up!"

"it is good!"

In less than 15 minutes, Bianqian ran out with a black cake. There were indeed colorful flowers on it, but Bianqian thought it was a bit ugly, but she thought that things that were not sweet when the stars were late should be happy, so she started In love with this cake.

12:54.

Bian Qian rushed home out of breath, held her breath and climbed up the stairs, there was no movement at the window, Xing Xing has been receiving piano training, the class time is not fixed, Bian Qian does not know where Xing Xing is in elementary school In class, the only connection between the two is this window, Bian Qian lowered her head sadly:

Probably won't leave.

She went back to her little house, cheered herself up, cleaned up and down the house with great energy, moved the things on the desk into the cabinet, put the cake, and put all the snacks out of the snack bag. on the table.

When Bian Qian saw the desk lamp on Table Mountain, he always felt that the angle was not very good. After turning around, he felt that the first one was the last one, so he simply stopped digging into the horns and let the lamp's neck stretch naturally.

Excited to finish this, Bian Qian lifted the quilt, put the baby's breath on the bed and covered it with the quilt, then made a final inspection of the whole body, closed the door, walked through a short corridor, squatted obediently under the window and waited for the stars to come. piano sound.

Bian Qian has been squatting for more than half an hour since 13:10, but she didn't get it. When the sound of "beep" high heels came from outside the gate, her heart sank suddenly.

"Are you the one who hinders my daughter from practicing the piano?"

"It turned out to be a little girl."

Bian Qian looked at the people in the yard in bewilderment.

She is a woman who is well-dressed from head to toe, with curly hair soft and smooth, and her words and deeds are full of elegant and decent temperament.

Bian Qian vaguely felt that this aunt was a little strange, so she didn't speak, and stood by the railing in the corridor.

The woman said again:

"Little girl, my child participates in the competition to win prizes. She must train on time every day."

"I don't know if you are so free every day and don't go to school. I don't need to bother with you. I only have one request. Don't disturb my child in the future. In order to prevent her from imitating you, I have sent her to went elsewhere."

"You don't have to squat here and wait for her like an unwanted dog, you live in this dirty place by yourself, don't bring my baby in, you understand?"

Bian Qian stared blankly at the back of the woman leaving, feeling an indescribable pain in her heart.

and after.

Later when Xu Sheng came, Bian Qian couldn't remember how long he hadn't seen Xu Sheng, he just felt that he couldn't even remember his appearance, and then Xu Sheng threw the cake and rainbow-like bouquet of stars into the trash can. Everything was destroyed, Xu Sheng made Bianqian kneel on the ground, beat Bianqian's back with a clothes hanger, and dragged the person whose school uniform was soaked in blood back to school for class.

15:52.

After the two classes were over, Bian Qian used her schoolbag to cover the blood behind her, and walked out of the school gate with her head bowed against the strange gazes of the people around her.

She was about to turn right from the school gate when she saw the star across the road, in the uniform of another school, walking toward her.

Perhaps it was because Xing Xing's aura was so fierce that many students looked at it.

Xing Xing frightened others away with coercive eyes, frowned and pulled Bian Qian to a corner where others could not see.

Along the way, neither of them spoke, and there were rows of tall and luxuriant plane trees beside the wall.

Dazzling sunlight poured from the gaps in the leaves onto the ground beside the wall, falling finely into golden irregular shapes.

"Who bullied you."

When scolded by a woman or beaten by Xu Sheng, Bian Qian didn't shed a single tear. But Bian Qian hid in Xing Xing's arms, and cried aloud the moment she was hugged.

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