"My name is Liang Jia. I want to talk to you about my mother this time, because I always feel that something will happen. I know that your time is very tight, and I can give you enough money." The girl's expression was full of nervousness. She squeezed the hem of the sweater with both hands and looked at the person with eyes that were obviously crying, making people unable to bear any rejection.
"No, you can relax, I'll pour you some water." Lu Xiaofeng was an attractive man, a man whose muscles were visible in a long-sleeved sea soul shirt. It was already early autumn, and there was a chill in the air, but the sunlight that poured in through the curtains was not sparse.
The girl looked at the sunlight that the man was smashing with water in the transparent glass. She felt inexplicably at ease. She took a deep breath and said:
"My mother left a story before her death. The strange thing is that she has been waiting for the death of a person. My mother had mental illness during her lifetime, but it was not natural. She suffered from it after her father died and she couldn't bear the pressure. She always thought that the person killed her father. But according to the police investigation, the mother made unfounded guesses and there was no evidence. , So my mother made up a story to tell me, but due to frequent neurological attacks, her mother left before the story was finished." The girl looked at the man with a professional smile in front of her. The sunshine brought tenderness for no reason. Looking at his questioning eyes, the girl calmed down and thought of her original idea again, and continued:
"The man died seven months after my mother died. I was standing next to him, and the devil in the story was standing with me. I was so frightened that I pushed him off the ice and snow platform, but I didn't think about killing him at the time, really!"
Tormented by the memory, Liang Jia lowered her head and covered her face with her hands, her crying voice making people feel pitiful. Lu Xiaofeng knew that she should ask something else at this time.
"Liang Jia." The warm voice like the brother next door made Liang Jia raise his head, and his tear-stained face was like an apricot in the clouds, "Tell me a story, okay?"
"Okay."
The girl's voice is like an oriole's cry, but the story makes people feel cold. As the saying goes, it is like a building collapsing, and it is dim and miserable like a lamp dying out. It is obscure and difficult to determine in the end.
Lu Xiaofeng＊Manlou OOC is not considered BE or HE, please do not enter if you are both clean and pure. Just chat for your own entertainment.
Intention: Behind no one's knowledge, we are full of unwillingness