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"Guilt?" Li Qingyun sneered, "What should I feel guilty about?"
"Feeling guilty that her father took my father's life?"
"Feeling guilty that her family hasn't paid back the compensation yet?"
"Or do you feel guilty that I didn't do anything cruel to her?"
"Tell me," his eyes burned red, and he exerted force on his hands, "What should I feel guilty about?"
The boy was on the verge of a rage, and a blue vein on his forehead was faintly throbbing.
"Jiang Qing's father took your father away in that car accident," Lin Nanyan stared at him, watching the boy's increasingly ferocious face. "But was your father really killed solely because of that car accident?"
Li Qingyun paused, all his emotions seemed to disappear in an instant, leaving only a pale shell.
He slowly let go, took a few steps back, stared at Lin Nanyue, and reached out to straighten the boy's collar.
Lin Nanyan stood up straight, ignoring the pain in his neck and the hoarseness in his throat. He just looked at Li Qingyun, observing every fluctuation in his expression.
From the beginning till now, just like now.
"Your father always has blood pressure medication on hand. Older people are more prone to health problems, and coincidentally, your father was hospitalized for illness before the accident."
"Li Qingyun," he said bluntly, "there's something wrong with your father's health."
With a sudden sound, a flash of light passed by, and the sharp side of the blade pointed directly at Lin Nanyan's eyeball. Lin Nanyan did not move, and stared at the fruit knife so close to him without blinking.
"Didn't you ask me if I would kill someone?" Li Qingyun asked expressionlessly, "Guess, would I?"
Lin Nanyan's gaze fell from the tip of the knife to the boy's face. He said, "I don't know. I'm not good at gambling on human nature."
"I don't know?" Li Qingyun laughed sarcastically, and moved his knife-wielding hand closer. "What else do you want to say? I'm listening."
Lin Nanyan stared at the boy for two seconds, "In that car accident, perhaps Jiang Qing's father's fault was not as great as you thought."
"So?" Li Qingyun's eyes suddenly darkened. "So my father deserves to die. He should die with an apology, right? Just because he was sick."
"Sorry," Lin Nanyan lowered his eyes, "That's not what I meant."
"I just saw Jiang Qing's pain, and I also saw your pain." He raised his eyes, "That accident brought pain to everyone."
"Heh!" Li Qingyun stared at Lin Nanyan, the bystander who insisted on getting involved. "Do you think you're smart?"
He can watch him go crazy coldly, he can rationally analyze all his emotions, he can advise him in the tone of a spectator, and he can use his self-proclaimed good heart to poke his wounds again and again.
No one would say he was wrong.
What did he do wrong?
He just wanted to find out the truth and give everyone a self-righteous truth.
But why?
Why should Li Qingyun cooperate and be the fool who gets fooled!
He, Li Qingyun, is the victim. His f*cking father is gone! Gone!
His father is gone.
Li Qingyun blinked away the moisture in his eyes, then changed direction with the fruit knife, leaving a red mark on the side of Lin Nanyan's face. "Are you so smart that you're the only one who knows the truth?"
A subtle tingling sensation came over me, and something liquid was winding on the surface of my skin.
"Sorry." Lin Nanyan apologized again, sincerely, but he had to continue.
"What about Jiang Qing?" He looked at Li Qingyun and asked, "Does Jiang Qing know about this?"
Li Qingyun's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Lin Nanyan: "I'm sorry, but I think Jiang Qing has the right to know about this."
Li Qingyun stared at the boy intently, and Lin Nanyan returned his gaze calmly.
When their eyes met, no one backed down.
The stagnant atmosphere gradually became sharper, blood was still oozing out, and it was likely to turn into a river of blood at any time.
At this moment, a coquettish whimper was heard.
Li Qingyun subconsciously lowered his head, and the white fur ball bit the corner of his pants and fluttered backwards.
Xiaobai followed the little black ball and staggered out of the house. He finally managed to not fall behind and found his little master.
It was happily circling around its owner's legs when it was kicked by Xiao Hei. It suddenly got up and smelled the aroma of vegetables in the alley.
Just when it was about to run out to grab food, it suddenly remembered its little master. It howled anxiously and bit its little master's trouser legs.
At this moment, when Xiaobai met the gaze of his little master, he stared at him with his big black eyes, shaking his head and tail like a spoiled child.
I want to eat, woof.
Li Qingyun's movements remained fixed.
Xiao Hei slowly crawled towards Lin Nanyan's shoes, sat on them, curled up with his head down, and barked a few times in agreement with Xiao Bai from time to time.
Food, woof.
Lin Nanyan stepped aside, away from the sharp blade. He squatted down and patted the little black dog's head twice with his big hands. The little black dog stretched out his limbs in comfort.
He picked up the puppy and looked at Li Qingyun: "Aunt Qin is still waiting for us."
Li Qingyun clenched his fists for a long time, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.
He took back the fruit knife, folded it, put it back in his trouser pocket, picked up the little white dog without saying a word, and strode into the alley.
Lin Nanyan looked at his back as he walked away and smiled.
He took out a tissue from his pocket and casually wiped the wound on his face, then put on a Band-Aid, put on a mask and followed Li Qingyun.
Xiao Hei looked up at his movements, flapping his feet impatiently, adding a few fresh mud prints on Lin Nanyue's clothes.
Lin Nanyan stuffed the electric baton rope that Xiao Hei accidentally hooked out back into his wide pocket, and took out a tissue to wipe the dust off Xiao Hei's feet as he walked.
Xiao Hei whimpered twice and wanted to draw a figure eight circle in Lin Nanyan's arms.
After wiping it clean, Lin Nanyan just let it go.
Zhang Daiqin placed the prepared food in the living room, only to find that the room was empty.
Just as he was about to go out to look for someone, he saw his son coming back with Xiaobai in his arms with a stern face.
She leaned out and looked, "Why are you alone?"
"It's at the back." After saying that, he walked towards the house, but Zhang Daiqin grabbed his arm.
"Why do you look unhappy?" Zhang Daiqin frowned.
Li Qingyun lowered his eyes, looking gloomy like a mushroom: "Mom..."
A slap hit his shoulder, and the pain hit him. Li Qingyun looked over in disbelief, and saw his mother disapproving, "Smile, be cheerful, and greet the guests openly."
Li Qingyun: ...
He showed his eight teeth and looked at the boy approaching in the alley with a forced smile.
Before he could sneer, he noticed from the corner of his eye that his mother had already greeted him enthusiastically.
"What's wrong? You're wearing a mask in this hot weather. Come inside and get some fresh air."
Lin Nanyan looked up and saw the boy who was guarding the door with his back teeth clenched. He took off his mask and said, "It's okay, Aunt Qin. I'm a little allergic to the pollen outside and have a small rash on my face."
Zhang Daiqin looked at the bandage on the boy's face and the slightly red skin, and quickly called out to her son, "Qingyun, see if we have any allergy medicine at home. If he gets a scar on his face, it will be a big deal, Qingyun?"
She turned around and saw her son still standing at the door. She couldn't help but raise her voice, "Qingyun?"
"Auntie Qin, no need. I'm allergic and can't use many medicines," Lin Nanyan stopped Zhang Daiqin, "This rash will heal soon."
"That's right, you can't use medicine carelessly. Oh," Zhang Daiqin said, slapping his head, "I forgot to ask if you have any dietary restrictions."
"It's okay, I can eat anything..."
Li Qingyun could no longer hear what the two people behind said. He turned around and left with an expressionless face.
Xiaobai raised its head and rubbed against him, and he casually covered its head with his hand.
Sitting in the living room, he watched Lin Nanyan making Zhang Daiqin laugh for the entire meal, and he just sneered.
"Loading."
The voice was very low, but Zhang Daiqin heard it. She turned her head and stared at Li Qingyun without saying a word.
Li Qingyun lowered his eyes and was silent for a while, then casually picked up a potato with chopsticks and stuffed it into Lin Nanyan's bowl.
Zhang Daiqin's gaze shifted away, and the atmosphere at the dinner table became lively again.
After dinner, Lin Nanyan wanted to help wash the dishes, but Zhang Daiqin naturally refused and rushed the two children into the living room, "You guys chat."
As she said this, she glanced at her son, and Li Qingyun naturally knew what his mother meant.
"I understand." He squeezed out these words from between his teeth.
Only then did Zhang Daiqin turn around and go to the kitchen with peace of mind.
Seeing Zhang Daiqin disappear, Li Qingyun turned around and looked at the boy sitting on the sofa calmly, and taunted, "You are quite capable."
Lin Nanyan looked at him: "Aunt Qin did this for you."
The expression on Li Qingyun's face was stuck.
He turned and went into the room, then came out and threw a stack of snow-white documents in front of Lin Nanyan.
"See for yourself what you want!"
Snow-white documents were flying around, and some even fell to the ground.
Lin Nanyan picked them up and looked through them carefully one by one.
After a long moment, he politely asked, "Can I take a picture?"
"Shoot!" Li Qingyun said word by word, "Just shoot!"
Lin Nanyan pressed the button on his mobile phone and carefully kept every piece of paper as evidence.
Li Qingyun looked at the absurd scene in front of him, and for a moment he didn't know why he had done so.
At the mercy of others.
There's nothing I can do.
Lin Nanyue put away his phone, stood up, and put Xiao Hei back into the pet backpack.
"In that case, I'll be leaving first."
The moment he stepped through the door, he heard Li Qingyun's voice behind him.
"Will you tell her?"
Lin Nanyan didn't stop, "If you don't want to, then you won't."
The boy left. Li Qingyun could hear the boy and his mother saying goodbye, and the door to the yard opened and closed.
"I rushed to the hospital in the scorching sun, not knowing what happened," Zhang Daiqin came in with a dishcloth, mumbling, "It's so hot..."
Her eyes fell on the paper on the coffee table and she stopped abruptly. "What are you doing with your father's medical records?"
Li Qingyun stepped forward, sorted it out, and put it back into the file bag.
"I accidentally brought it out while taking out my homework."
"Well, remember to put it away." Zhang Daiqin's attention was diverted and she responded casually, expressing her approval of her son's attitude. "That classmate is from Jiangyuan No. 1 Middle School. I can tell from his appearance that he is a good student with a good temper. You should spend more time with him and let him teach you..."
Good temper? Li Qingyun almost laughed out loud, but, "What about classmate?"
"Oh," Zhang Daiqin was shocked, "I even forgot to ask my classmate's name. Look at my memory."
Li Qingyun: ...
This time he was really angry and laughed.
After Jiang Qing said goodbye to Jiang Qing, the girl's words kept echoing in her mind.
"If he wants to do this..." The girl smiled lightly and reservedly, "I will stay away from him."
This was clearly the answer Jiang Qing expected, but for some reason, she always felt something was wrong.
What exactly is wrong?
When she looked up again, she was already at the hospital entrance.
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