Would you kill someone?

"noob!"

The sudden familiar voice startled the little white dog, and its flapping limbs paused briefly. The little black dog patted the head below with its paw in dissatisfaction. The little white dog quickly forgot everything and started to make a fuss again.

The veins on Li Qingyun's forehead were throbbing slightly, and he was angry at the stupid dog.

"Speak more quietly." Zhang Daiqin came in with a plate of freshly washed fruit, and heard her son shouting there, so she picked her ears.

Lin Nanyan stood up and said, "Thank you, Aunt Qin."

Zhang Daiqin was taken aback by the sudden change of address, but she immediately reacted, "You're welcome, have some fruit."

"Mom," Li Qingyun couldn't help but speak out. He pointed at the boy and asked, "Why is Xiaobai in his arms?"

"I'm here to buy a dog. I brought Xiaobai out for you to take a look at," Zhang Daiqin said, turning around. "I heard Aunt Qian say you wanted a pure white puppy. What a pity. All my dogs have spots on them, and this one has four black hooves..."

Li Qingyun couldn't help but open his mouth to refute: "It's a four-legged black cloud."

"Yes, four-legged black cloud, it means good luck," Zhang Daiqin nodded. "Do you like it? It's a small country dog, not worth much. Auntie will give it to you for free."

"No," Lin Nanyan refused, "I can't take your puppy for free."

"Sure," Zhang Daiqin was still hoping to make a good connection for his son, but he couldn't just accept the payment in cash. "Why not?"

The two of them were happily declining, and Li Qingyun couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mom, when did I agree to let you sell Xiaobai?"

Zhang Daiqin glared at Li Qingyun angrily, "If you don't sell them, you'll be hanging out outside every day. I'm the one raising a whole litter of puppies for you."

Li Qingyun: "Xiaobai is different!"

Zhang Daiqin: "What's the difference?"

Li Qingyun was speechless. He looked at Zhang Daiqin, reached into his pocket and randomly pulled out a handful of change and stuffed it into his mother's hand, "I'll buy it."

Zhang Daiqin looked at her son in surprise, "How do you have so much money?"

Although the change in my hand was a mix of small and large coins, it was a thick stack that felt like a considerable amount.

Li Qingyun endured the gazes of the two people, especially Lin Nanyan's, who seemed to be probing him. He felt irritated for a moment, "The rice is almost burnt."

"My pot!" Zhang Daiqin suddenly remembered the stove was still on, and she quickly called her son, "You guys play first."

As Zhang Daiqin left, the room fell into silence.

Li Qingyun looked at Lin Nanyan, and Lin Nanyan also looked at Li Qingyun. Their eyes met, and sparks flew.

"Follow me." Li Qingyun said this and turned away, not worrying about Lin Nanyue's reaction.

In short, it is not a coincidence that the boy appears here.

Lin Nanyue put down the puppy in his arms, stood up and followed.

The two of them walked silently through the courtyard gate, crossed the alley, and went out from the other end of the alley without disturbing anyone.

The sunlight cast golden shadows on the half-lit and half-dark street corner. Li Qingyun stopped and turned to look at the boy.

With black hair and black eyes, he has restrained his well-behaved temperament, and the boy seems to be particularly calm, with only a cold light in his eyes.

"Are you not pretending anymore?" Li Qingyun said sarcastically.

Lin Nanyan didn't react much. "My name is Lin Nanyan."

"I know," Li Qingyun scoffed, "You don't need to introduce yourself again."

Lin Nanyan understood, "Jiang Qing told you."

Li Qingyun was stunned for a moment, then was provoked by the boy's inexplicable confident attitude. His face darkened, "My relationship with her is not that good. Don't associate her with me."

Lin Nanyan: "Will you kill someone?"

"What?" Li Qingyun couldn't believe what he heard.

Lin Nanyan looked at him: "Do you want to kill Jiang Qing?"

"Ha," Li Qingyun heard clearly this time and uttered a short syllable, sneering, "What's it got to do with you?"

"It seems he doesn't want to." Lin Nanyan lowered his eyes.

Li Qingyun felt that his brain was sick recently, but compared with the boy opposite him, it was nothing.

He was crazy and was talking nonsense to this person here.

"Psycho!" Li Qingyun cursed and put his hands into his trouser pockets. He felt a cold touch and knew that it was a fruit knife.

He squeezed the hilt of the knife and warned Lin Nanyan as he passed by, "Don't come to my house again. You are not welcome here."

"Li Qingyun," Lin Nanyan called out to him as they passed by, "Why does Jiang Qing owe you money?"

Li Qingyun paused, turned around, and looked at Lin Nanyan coldly, "What do you want to say?"

Lin Nanyan said calmly, "It was because of a traffic accident."

"A traffic accident involving human lives," he raised his eyes. "You lost your father in that accident. What about Jiang Qing? What did Jiang Qing lose?"

"dad."

"That car accident took my father away." Jiang Qing said.

The sun was shining outside the window and cicadas were chirping. On this ordinary day, she looked at the girl in front of her.

"My father is primarily responsible, and I owe Li Qingyun this."

The teacup was gripped in her fingertips, and the scorching temperature dyed the girl's palm red, but Jiang Qing was unaware of it.

"What Li Qingyun wants to do is not important to me," she smiled. "Dad is gone, but I am still here. I will compensate him for all that he deserves."

"Even if he wants your life?" Jiang Qing asked.

Jiang Qing was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened in surprise, "How could it be?"

She shook her head and laughed, "Li Qingyun is not that kind of person."

"What if he is?" Jiang Qing asked stubbornly, her eyes red. "If he isn't, why does he have to pester you?"

Jiang Qing put down the teacup and sighed.

"Jiang Jiang, hatred has no reason or logic."

"No one wants to go through the pain and suffering of losing a loved one. Holding all those emotions together day and night can push a person to despair," she said, looking at the girl with the same name as her. "He just doesn't want to be driven crazy."

"But, but..." Jiang Qing felt like a heavy stone was pressing on her heart. How could the relationship between Jiang Qing and Li Qingyun be so complicated? It was so complicated that she couldn't sort out her emotions and couldn't see the future. "You also lost your father..."

"Jiang Jiang," Jiang Qing nodded, a fleeting glint in his eyes. "You can't force the victim to understand me just because of my pain. He has no obligation to do so. That wouldn't be fair to Li Qingyun."

"Is it fair to you?" Jiang Qing asked.

Her position determined that she was destined to side with Senior Jiang Qing, so she couldn't help but wonder, who was the one suffering the most in this accident?

It’s Senior Jiang Qing.

A girl who lost her father unexpectedly, chose to take on debt, allowed herself to be bullied and was tormented by guilt day and night.

It was like being stuck in a quagmire, and one could only watch oneself sink deeper and deeper until the mud blocked one's ears, the dirt filled one's throat, the turbidity cut off the air, and all five senses were completely swallowed up.

She wanted to say that Senior Jiang Qing was also a victim of the accident, that she had an independent personality, that she should also consider herself. She wanted to say so much more...

But Jiang Qing knew that she couldn't say it.

Because her heart has gone astray.

Are pain and suffering things that can be compared?

Jiang Qing’s pain is real, and so is Li Qingyun’s pain.

Jiang Qing was suffering, and so was Li Qingyun.

In this accident, no one left behind is a winner.

So she could only ask palely, "Is it fair to you?"

Even though she knew the answer the moment she said it.

"Fair?" Jiang Qing's smile seemed a little dim in the sunlight. "After that accident, talking about fairness or unfairness is meaningless."

"That accident was the greatest injustice," she said.

Jiang Qing sniffed, feeling sorry for her senior. "What if he insists on killing you?"

Jiang Qing was left in a state of confusion by the girl's reaction. "Why do you have to dwell on this non-existent hypothesis?"

"If he takes my life, the rest of his life will be in it too."

"The hatred between us hasn't reached this level yet," she took a tissue and reached out to wipe the girl's tears, "He's not that stupid."

Jiang Qing took it, covered her eyes with the tissue and wiped the water stains from the corners of her eyes.

Yes, just as Jiang Qing had never thought about it now, if she had not come back from the future, if she had not seen that crazy Li Qingyun, if she did not know that Li Qingyun had caused another death on the day he was released from prison, she would not have thought that the boy who looked just a little bit immature that night in Qingmu Park would suddenly kill people and have his hands stained with blood.

No one could have predicted what would happen in the future.

No one knows why things got out of control.

But now, it’s summer, and there’s still time for everything.

"He admitted it himself," Jiang Qing said, "He killed you."

Like a destined prophecy, it dotted her brows across time, and Jiang Qing was suddenly enlightened for a moment.

"If that's what he wants to do..." She paused.

"I saw something in your room that didn't belong to you," Lin Nanyan said in the shadowy street corner. "After we all left, you looked for Jiang Qing."

"These past few days, from the time he went to school to the time he left, Jiang Qing's whereabouts never left our sight."

Lin Nanyan looked at the boy, from the way his fists clenched suddenly, visible even through his pants, to the dark look in his eyes, "Only when she was at home."

"You called her out." Lin Nanyue's voice was very quiet, with the coolness of mountain spring water. It was a pleasure to hear such a voice in summer.

But Li Qingyun only felt that the boy's voice was like a fire, igniting his long-lasting emotions.

With restlessness, anger, resentment, frustration, and all kinds of emotions that he couldn't distinguish.

They were all buried in his body, boiling into thick, hot magma, bubbling and burning along his blood all the way to the corners of his eyes.

But the boy continued, "When we came back from Qingmu Park that day, you followed Jiang Qing the whole time. You waited until everyone left and then you found Jiang Qing."

"I asked for a hydrogen balloon," Lin Nanyan looked at the boy, "a bright red, deflated hydrogen balloon, it's still on your desk."

"Why?" Lin Nanyan asked.

Li Qingyun rushed forward, grabbed Lin Nanyue's collar and pushed him back.

His shoulder blade hit the wall with a dull thud, and the pain hit him. Lin Nanyan frowned slightly, then relaxed. Facing the boy's sullen face, he asked again, "Why?"

His arm was against the boy's throat, and the blue veins rose and fell with Li Qingyun's emotions and breathing. He controlled the other party, with a raging fire burning in his eyes.

"What do you want to say?"

Large red marks appeared on his neck, and Lin Nanyan's breathing was forced to narrow a lot. As long as he turned his hand slightly, he could accurately hit the boy's waist and force him to let go.

But Lin Nanyan didn't move. He stared straight at Li Qingyun and said, "Because of guilt."