The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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she was silent,

All of a sudden, I don't know how to continue the topic.

The chat interface was a bit cold for a while.

The little girl lying on the bed stared at the phone, hesitated for a moment,

She didn't want to directly talk about abandoning the text, it was too straightforward, and it seemed that she was very purposeful.

think about it,

With her fingertips on the input box, she typed slowly,

"It's late, good night~"

Let's talk about the more text tomorrow.

She casually clicked on a heart emoticon package and sent it.

The other party did not reply,

Cold and indifferent, extraordinarily cold.

Mu Qiusheng stared at the phone for a while, probably knowing that he would not reply, so he continued to lie on his stomach, happily reading the text.

until the early evening,

Everyone in the bed is asleep,

The phone with a black screen suddenly turned on.

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The person on the bed fell asleep, knowing nothing,

The quilt was also lifted to one side, exposing her white and tender feet.

In the room, there was silence.

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next door,

In a dark and damp room,

A pale and thin figure huddled quietly in the closet, with legs curled up and messy hair.

His shoulders were very thin, so thin that there were only bones left, not much flesh.

The slender arms were so pale that the blood vessels under the skin could be seen clearly, cold and cold, like a lifeless corpse.

In front of him was a dilapidated laptop computer. At this moment, it was glowing with blue light, which was very dazzling in the dark closet.

But the man didn't seem to feel it, his dark eyes stared at the screen motionlessly, as if in a daze.

The slender and thin hands were placed on the keyboard a little stiffly, like dry branches, a little scary.

Maybe it's because of long-term exposure to computer radiation,

The man's eyes were dull, as if covered with a layer of mist, dull, lifeless and empty.

Under his messy hair, his cheeks were deeply sunken, without a trace of extra flesh,

The lips are also dry, with a somewhat unhealthy color in the white.

The whole person is like a walking skeleton, curled up in a big wardrobe, his body trembling slightly, as if he is afraid of something.

On the computer screen in front of you, a small dialog box is at the top,

The love sent by the other party is still there.

Red, soft, very cute.

The man stared blankly, seemingly a little dazed,

This kind of action has been maintained until now when the other party sent a message.

It has been several hours, but the man seemed to be unable to feel the stiffness and soreness of his body, and kept staring at him with blank eyes, motionless.

In the dark closet, there was a dead silence.

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the second day.

It began to rain again.

The heavy rain fell crackling, splashing on the ground, converging into streams, and flowing down from the eaves.

Mu Qiusheng woke up early in the morning,

Busy collecting water for the leaky roof.

Sure enough, the cracks in the ceiling opened, and once it rained heavily, rainwater would keep seeping in.

Mu Qiusheng was busy getting things to fetch water, for fear that the rain would wet the things in the house.

After tossing for a long time,

Only then did she barely put the water container in the place where the water leaked.

After changing clothes, she hurried out the door and ran to the company.

"drop--"

The car horn sounded.

In the heavy rain, Gu Li's car stopped in front of the building.

When Mu Qiusheng saw his car, his eyes lit up immediately, and he ran over with an umbrella.

"A Li, you showed up just in time."

She closed the car door, sat down, and smiled.