The moonlight is hidden in the shadows, and the alley is a corner that cannot be shined with.

The person who rushed in pulled him out as he stepped into the abyss.

Those hands that were firmly clasped together never let go from beginning to end.

This is the old city area, the alley is remote and there is no surveillance.

The lights are bright in the police station.

The middle-aged man lay on the ground and kept wailing, his face so disgusting that he wanted to vomit.

The color of the white face became more and more pale and sickly under the light, with only her eyes dark and staring at Mu Ping emptyly.

Chu Xu was beside Ranbai. He held the boy's hand tightly, his fingers interlocked, and even his finger bones were white. He didn't want to let go in everyone's eyes.

Mu Ping lying on the ground, she refused to get up. She didn't even admire her when bandaging her wounds. She kept saying how miserable she was. Jingbai did something too distorted until she finally showed a look of greed and hatred, and she would have to say 100,000 yuan.

"I am his father!" Mu Ping grinned in pain, and his ordinary yellow face showed some kind of malice. He was rumored and natural, and kept shouting in his throat: "If you don't believe it, it depends on the proof! He is going to kill his father! Oh, I'm in pain now. Am I going to die? This beast..."

Even the person in charge of recording the words were not listened to, and he frowned slightly and looked at the boy.

Still a little unbelievable.

These two people... can't be father and son no matter how they look.

The white-colored fingers were so cold that they felt as if they had been soaked in ice water for a long time, but they were held in the palm of their hands and sweated. The continuous temperature was transmitted through the skin. He subconsciously wanted to hold on and absorb the only temperature. His strength was out of control and almost crushed the finger bones.

Chu Xu didn't frown, and he clenched the boy's hand.

After a long time,

A low and dumb voice rang slowly, extremely cold: "They are already divorced."

"What's wrong with the divorce?" Mu Ping heard this and stopped doing it. He had confidence here again. That posture made people feel powerless, just like a piece of inferior glue. No matter how you get rid of it, you can't get rid of it. "You are still keeping my blood! Isn't your life given to me?! Your wings are hard, right?"

Chu Xu felt cold in his heart, and he remained cold until his bones.

Until the last second, he never thought that the man in front of him was Jing Bai's father.

Never thought about it.

How is it possible...

yes.

How is that possible?

"Enough!" The policeman shouted unbearably, his eyes sharp: "Where are you treating this? Why are you making a noise?"

"What he said is true?" The speaker looked at Ranbai, "You made a move?"

The boy's throat rolled, as if he was in a nightmare and could not struggle. The light was dazzling, and no temperature was left when it fell into his eyes.

More than ten years ago, the man grinned drunkenly and smashed his wine bottle at him. The scene of the man greedily extending his hand to ask for money after owing high interest debts.

Why……

Why can't I get rid of it?

When in the alley,

He had that moment,

I really want to kill Mu Ping.

"yes--"

"It's me." The boy had just spit out a word, and a lazy and indifferent voice suddenly fell. Chu Xu glanced at Ran Bai, repeated calmly, and paused word by word: "It's my hand that has nothing to do with him."

No monitoring.

No one knows.

This situation.

It's only him.

Jingbai's life cannot be destroyed by such a person, and he cannot let Jingbai bear the crime of attempted murder of his father.

"He is you..."

"He is my brother." Chu Xu grabbed the man's cold hand and "reorganize his family."

Ah, that's it.

The police got it.

Mu Ping widened his eyes in disbelief and pointed his hand at the boy's direction: "It's clearly him!! It's this bastard Jingbai!"

"Oh." The person who recorded asked: "Do you have evidence?"

In a word, Mu Ping was speechless.

What evidence can he have!

Ranbai paused for a few seconds and looked at Chu Xu calmly.

His mental state seemed to have recovered, and he could no longer see the fragile edges and corners of the glaze. All the rest were alienated from the world.

Chu Xu looked at him, his eyes were pitch black, his throat rolled, and he said to him in a voice that only Ranbai heard: "Listen to me this time."

The tone was hoarse and firm.

Full of stubbornness.

Mu Ping kept making trouble, but he couldn't come up with evidence. Chu Xu insisted that he did it himself. Because he couldn't stand it, and he did do it too, Chu Xu finally agreed to pay the money.

I stayed in the police station for several hours before I got out.

Leaving the bright and dazzling light, the night was dark and silent.

The two walked side by side on the street, behind them was the gradually distant police station.

The white face was hidden in the shadows, covered in coldness. At the age of seventeen, the youthfulness and coldness were intertwined, so depressing that it made people breathless.

The atmosphere between the two fell into a silent silence.

After a while, Chu Xu approached the boy indifferently and whispered to Ranbai's ear: "It's okay, I have money, I will pay if I beat him to death, but..."

He smiled carelessly, his eyes and eyebrows were full of harshness, "It depends on whether he can stand it."

"Chu Xu." The man was walking forward, his back was straight, and there was a blurry distance ahead. His eyes were deep and hard to understand, "What are you pulling me to do."

"Ah." When Chu Xu suddenly heard this question, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled for a while: "Maybe because... I suddenly wanted to be a good person."

It sounds like a very unreliable answer.

The boy didn't say anything. He licked his dry lips. The severe pain in his stomach could tear apart, break the bones and reassemble them. Cold sweat wet his back. He seemed to have walked to the bus stop, sat on the bench, and quietly waited for the bus.

"Are you hurting somewhere?" Chu Xu saw the man's face getting paler, and for the first time he felt a terrified feeling, for fear that Jingbai would faint in front of him the next second, half kneeled in front of the boy, and his palms were sweating. He stared at the boy nervously: "Has he hit you? Did you scratch your knife? Do you have any stomachache?"

"It's okay." Behind the boy was the screen of electronic advertisements. The light and shadows flickered by, and the moon fell into his eyes and into the abyss. When he stared at Chu Xu, he could almost suck people in.

Chu Xu fucked him irritably, not believing at all, and was about to get up the next second: "You are waiting for me here, I'll go buy medicine for you."

But when he turned around and was about to leave, a tug came from his wrist.

The boy's thin and thin fingers tightly held him tightly, and did not let go.

"Ah?" Chu Xu was slightly stunned, stopped and looked at the boy.

"It doesn't hurt very much." The man pulled him over, his voice feeling a little cold and dumb: "Is it OK to sit with me?"

Chu Xu couldn't refuse at all. He pursed the corner of his lower lip and sat next to the bench.

When the second-line bus arrives,

The two of them went into the car together and put coins in the car.
Chapter completed!