Chapter 60 17. Poppies

Yu Zheng stretched out his hand, gently caressed one of the upper beds and said, "This is Zhao Jing's bed." Li Jia was carefully looking at the room, and when Yu Zheng asked, she said, "You are really good, you guessed right right away." Yu Zheng smiled, took a step forward, stood by the bed, measured the height of getting out of the bed with his own height, and then gently stroked the head of the bed with his hand. There was a beige scarf tied there, which was the most popular this winter. The style, Yu Zheng even remembered that at the beginning of winter, all the stores were filled with scarves of this style, and the sales were particularly good. The young girl wore one on the outside of the heavy coat, which looked light, elegant and warm. And good-looking.

This scarf looks familiar. Yu Zheng said, "How did Zhao Jing's family solve this matter?" Li Jia said: "Zhao Jing's family is far away in the countryside of Hebei, and her mother died early, leaving only her father and grandma at home. Life is very difficult. At first, she finally became a college student, but now she is a living person. Of course they didn't want to just die like this, but Zhao Jing hanged herself on her bed, and everything showed that she committed suicide. Cremated Zhao Jing, and the school paid a sum of money, and sent them back.” Li Jia couldn’t help but get red eyes: “The most pitiful thing is Zhao Jing’s grandmother, who reported her granddaughter’s urn to the station. They can't stand still."

Yu Zheng nodded and said: "Yes, a person's death not only destroys himself, but also brings irreparable pain to his relatives and friends, so no matter what, one cannot give up hope. There is absolutely no way to choose, but... is she committing suicide?" Yu Zheng looked at the scarf, and something got into his head. Wang Rui said: The situation in his family is not very good. Tang Tang said: His parents were always arguing, and he grew up surrounded by scolding. Xue Ning said: I want to go abroad and leave here.Go outside, and if it goes well, you won't come back. On the court, Xue Ning covered the girl's mouth with both hands.

Zhao Jing and Fan Wenjun, both young girls, both outspoken and domineering, both died unexpectedly, and the bed on which they died... both had a scarf tied on them. Yu Zheng stood there blankly, motionless.Li Jia was a little uneasy as if her soul was flying away, the time was too long, she didn't know whether to call him or continue to wait.At this moment, Yu Zheng suddenly said in a low voice: "Maybe some people really hate their thorns." Li Jia didn't hear clearly and asked, "What did you say?" Yu Zheng suddenly turned around and asked nonchalantly: "When we were at the stadium just now, someone laughed at Wang Rui who often sat by the pavilion at night, right?"

Li Jia sighed, then nodded blankly. Yu Zheng immediately grabbed Li Jia's shoulder and said, "Where is Wang Rui? I want to see him. Is he still on the field?" He was halfway through the conversation.Having let go, she rushed out the door.How dare Li Jia stay here alone.Hastily locked the door and followed out. The computer finally turned on, and Xue Ning was sweating profusely from the heat. Chen Xiang looked at his embarrassed look and said, "I'll do the rest myself. You can go to the water room to wash first." Xue Ning said: "I'm going to fetch water. You can wash your hands. I'll go to the water room to wash your head. I haven't washed it after playing. It just happens to be solved together."

Chen Xiang was not polite to him either. When Xue Ning fetched water, he washed his hands first, then sat in front of the computer and contacted the websites he needed, and when she had almost found everything, Xue Ning also finished washing. Boys in their early twenties are full of youthful breath, especially those like Xue Ning, who look even more handsome and handsome after washing. Even Chen Xiang couldn't help but be infected by him, so he couldn't help but look at him a few more times. Xue Ning was wiping the water drops from his hair with a towel. The clothes around the collar were a little wet and uncomfortable, but there were guests in the room after all, so he was too embarrassed to change them, so he took off the wet wristbands on his hands and put them on. Chilling in the sunny place on the window sill, Chen Xiang wondered if he should go out and let him change his clothes first, but he stopped suddenly, his eyes fixed on Xue Ning's wrist, the place that was always covered by the wrist guard now Barely exposed to the sun, there were two irregular scars on it. The thin dark red scabs were ferocious and eerie, and it seemed that they were fresh wounds not long ago.

Chen Xiang remembered what Yu Zheng said on the sofa that day: "The murderer, he is a man, aged between 19 and 24, a college student from H, about 1.8 meters tall, usually diligent in exercising, and strong in body. There should be some kind of relationship with Fan Wenjun, and he can control her thoughts. His psychological quality is strong, he is very courageous, and he does not panic when things happen, but this kind of person is often an extremely spiritual person with a dual personality , the external performance is extremely extroverted and cheerful, but the heart is very closed, the formation of this kind of character should be related to his previous experience, and there is a scratch on a certain part of his body now."

Xue Ning stood in front of the window, the outside sunlight came in, coating his body in the form of a man with a layer of gold. Although his face was still a little round like a child, it already had the contours of an adult. Turning his head to see Chen Xiang looking at him, he smiled happily, his eyes were crooked, handsome and a little cute, I don't know how many girls in Huaichun he will be fascinated by, then, his own eyes followed Chen Xiang's eyes, and stopped at himself on the wrist... The air seemed to freeze, and the two scars suddenly turned into flames, burning their eyes.

"Did it... cut?" Chen Xiang lied, and the two people present understood it. "No." Xue Ning raised his left hand, looked at the scar on it, touched it lightly with his mouth, and then a strange and strange smile appeared on his lips. At this moment, he completely changed. Like a poppy, Chen Xiang thought, like a coquettish poppy.