Chapter 2 (1/2)

Away from the hospital, the nearby light faded.

Raindrops hit the ground, stirring up one fleeting spray after another, which was reflected into ink by the dark sky.

There is something wrong with the street lamp at the end of the road. It flashes like it will go out the next moment. Shunian turns on the flashlight of the mobile phone, lights up the road ahead, and walks forward slowly.

The cold wind mixed with the fine rain poured into the neck nest one after another. The chest seems to be stabbed by something sharp, inexplicably painful.

Shunian squeezed the handle tightly and let out a dull breath.

Did she recognize the wrong person?

After all, it's been so many years. The memory of Xie Ruhe, but also just a young look.

Dark black hair, eyes of the same hue. Blue and white striped school uniform, washed white sports shoes. She is tall and straight. Don't talk, don't laugh.

Too gloomy to approach.

Always alone, always alone. It's like living in your own world.

And the man just now.

Cool look, wearing a black windbreaker. Clearly because of the relationship between the wheelchair than a large section of people, but still arrogant. The facial features are a little longer than that of the youth, strong and distinct.

A sense of familiarity came.

Shunian sniffed.

She didn't mean to be malicious, and she didn't mean to be close. It's just that he seems to have been waiting here alone for a long time. I don't know if someone will come to pick him up. And I don't know why, he also I'm in a wheelchair.

So I just want to talk to him.

It's very cold and the rain doesn't know when it will stop. She can give him the umbrella. Her home is not far away. She can run back or buy an umbrella at a nearby convenience store.

It's just one sentence.

But he still didn't listen, but she didn't have the stubborn courage as before.

I don't know why Xie Ruhe suddenly has such an idea.

Fang Wencheng looks complex, put his hand in a gear, half lift clutch, leisurely forward. I can also notice a stray dog galloping by the side.

Get out of the path and get on the road.

The woman was walking on the sidewalk, and Fang Wencheng was driving, keeping a distance of about five meters from her. From time to time behind him sounded the siren to urge him, so that he sat uneasy.

A few minutes later.

”Young master.” Fang Wencheng's hands began to sweat. ”After a while, the people behind won't get off the car and hit me directly, will they?”

Xie Ruhe also looked at the woman outside the window, did not move, and did not answer his words.

There's a car speeding through the other lane.

Behind is the continuous whistle, occasionally can ring the man is not happy to curse.

Soon, Fang Wencheng couldn't stand it any more. He carefully glanced in the rearview mirror and said, ”young master, do you want to know where the young lady lives?”

Xie Ruhe didn't speak.

Fang Wencheng swallowed his saliva and felt that his job was not done by human beings: ”I don't think it's appropriate for us to drive like this. Maybe we'll scare that young lady.”

“……”

”I mean, if you like her, why don't you just ask for her contact information...”

“……”

Fang Wencheng scratched his head and put forward another suggestion: ”maybe I'll get out of the car and follow What do you think? ”

This is like touching Xie Ruhe's nerve. His eyebrows and eyes moved. He slowly drew back his eyes and pulled out a smile. But without any smile.

A few seconds later, Xie Ruhe's expression settled, and the radian of his mouth went back.

The atmosphere in the car dropped to freezing point.

Xie Ruhe's voice is light, mixed with some irritability, uncertain. The tone of voice was extremely fierce, and gradually aggravated with the utterance of each word -

”and then let me, a lame man, drive.”

Because my mind is all about seeing Xie Ruhe.

Shunian's mood was a little low, his attention was distracted, and his vigilance was not as serious as usual, but he soon found that There seems to be a car following her.

I'm afraid that I think too much, but I still secretly look there, pretending to be careless.

Black Bentley, you can see a man in the driver's seat. There's no one in the front passenger's seat. I can't see the back seat clearly.

Shunian lowered his eyes, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and carefully typed 110 on the dial key. She hung her head and covered her eyes with an umbrella, pretending to be in a water hole. Stop and go.

Keep your eyes on that car.

The black Bentley, as she thought, started and stopped. She walks, it opens, she stops, it stops.

A car clubbed on the side of the road, moving at tortoise speed, ignoring the whistle behind, insisted on moving at this speed, only to hang a sign to tell the world: ”I'm tracking people, don't disturb me.”.

This behavior can almost make shunian sure that the car is following her.

Shunian's face turned pale and subconsciously went to the inside of the sidewalk. Her pace quickened and her breathing became difficult.There's only one thought left in my head.

Go to the police station nearby.

No matter who is following her, as long as you go to the police station, it will be safe.

The pace of reading is faster and faster.

White shoes stepped into the water pit, splashed and stained. The light was dim and the wind was cold. Her head was low, as timid as a homeless animal shivering on the street on a rainy night.

I haven't been waiting for school yet.

Because she kept her head down and didn't see the road ahead, she ran into a man's chest. Shunian's breath stagnated and he stepped back like a snake. Look up.

”Right...”

She hasn't finished her apology. At the same time, a loud noise came from behind.

Bang -

is the sound of car to car collision.

Shunian turns back with the sound.

The black Bentley was still five meters away from her. A man came down from the driver's seat of the white car following her. He went straight to the black Bentley and knocked heavily on the window: ”are you sick?”

It's rear end.

The ensuing curse, but inexplicably let the book read a sigh of relief.

The next moment, the man she hit made a noise.

The voice is rough, heavy and low, and the acquired smoke voice is a bit sexy. A little familiar.