Chasing his wife in the crematorium, double strength, no change of attack, the end of the year
Hypocrisy, mask, distortion, perversion, neurosis, attack × gentleness, alienation, restraint, indifference, respectability
Bai Xianyue chose to travel abroad when he was 18 years old, but he did not expect to be unlucky enough to encounter a fight with local gangsters. He closed his eyes, not wanting to move, not wanting to live that much, but it would not be a good idea to die like this. After squatting with her legs bent next to the trash can in the alley for a while, Bai Zhanyue took advantage of the opportunity to focus on the opponent and contacted the family members. But before the call was connected, the child from behind knocked the phone off and it was torn apart. The little boy apologized in Italian, hugging Bai Zhanyue's arm and shivering.
Bai Qianyue sighed, put her arms around him and patted him. The little boy raised his eyes, looked at the delicate eyebrows close at hand, lowered his head and got into Bai Zhanyue's arms.
The child hid in the Eastern man's arms, his fingertips trembling with excitement. Bai Qianyue thought he was afraid, so she hugged him tighter. His body was trembling with excitement because of the revenge, but he slowly calmed down after smelling the faint aroma of bitter tea. He looked up at the sky. Calabria, Italy, has a lot of cloudy days in winter, but today it was rare that a few rays of sunshine leaked through the gaps in the clouds.
After an unknown amount of time, the gunfire outside the alley stopped and was replaced by the sound of sirens one after another.
Six years later, in the constant-temperature greenhouse in the backyard of the Bai family's main house, Bai Zhiyue frowned: "Shen Xiaoyu, what are you doing again?" The mess in the greenhouse was secondary, but seeing Shen Wuyu's newly healed thigh wound torn, Bai Zhiyue's forehead veins were still twitching no matter how good-tempered he was. Shen Wuyu stood there at a loss, "Brother, didn't you... Say... That you like Lisianthus?"
Three years later, "Fabio, I should have called them in to kill you during the fighting in Calabria six years ago," Bai Tianyue, who had always been self-possessed, said with scarlet eyes at this moment.
Concept: If the first half of life is too bitter, it must be because the second half of life is sweet enough with you.