Zhao Shuping trembled and almost didn't dare to look back.
It is human instinct to feel guilty. She knew clearly what she had done and what she would face if she was discovered.
But because the conditions offered by Dong Yingying were too tempting, she really couldn't refuse.
Greed made her feel lucky and she thought she could get away with it.
And before this moment, she did think she had escaped perfectly.
After all, the unlucky father and daughter, Meng Yongli and Meng Shuangou, died, and all the blame was placed on Meng Yongli, and she successfully got ashore.
But... one move left.
"Would you like to tell me yourself, or should I help you recall it?"
Lin Wanjun's voice came from behind her, calm, but with a sinister tone that made her tremble with fear.
Zhao Shuping's whole body was as weak as noodles and she was shaking like a sieve.
"It's none of my business. It was Dong Yingying who forced me to do it!"
Lin Wanjun walked in the alley in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The snowstorm that had lasted for more than a month finally stopped, and the sky was as blue as a mirror, without a single flaw.
The sun was setting in the west, and the orange light shone on the snow on the roof, as if it was coated with a layer of light gold. The scenery was more beautiful than Lin Wanjun had ever seen.
In the real world, she has always wanted to go to Northeast China in winter and see the beautiful scenery described in the "Northeast Folk Song": "The setting sun in the northern frontier is her red makeup, and the pine and cypress trees on the mountain are her bridesmaids."
At this moment, wherever I look, there is the white snow, the setting sun in the northern desert, and the same winter scenery as in the lyrics.
She was a little drunk and could hardly walk, so she just stood on a big rock at the edge of the village and watched quietly.
Until Song Zhanjin's voice came from behind.
"Lin Wan-kun!"
Song Zhanjin still hasn't remembered his past with Lin Wanjun.
Lin Wanjun forbad him to call her "Junjun", and he didn't like calling her "Xiao Lin" like outsiders did, so he called her by her name.
Song Zhanjin's advantage lies in his youth. Even though he suffered such a serious injury, he has recovered about 70% to 80%.
The older Wei Yifu was not so lucky.
He is still lying in bed and needs someone to feed him. It is a world of difference.
Lin Wanjun turned around and looked at Song Zhanjin.
She stood on a tall rock, more than half a head taller than him.
Song Zhanjin looked up at the girl standing in the golden light. She still had a bit of childishness between her eyebrows, but her eyes contained a bottomless pool, as if she had seen everything in the world.
"Song Zhanjin, if I sent Dong Yingying to jail, how would you react?"
Hearing this, Song Zhanjin covered his heart, as if he had already adapted to this familiar pain that was specifically designed to punish him.
The voice in his head was still clamoring, still ordering Song Zhanjin in an angry tone to protect Dong Yingying.
Even the voice became sharp and angry.
"Hey, you're just the hero in my novel, how dare you have your own ideas? Believe it or not, if I just shake my pen, I'll write you to death!"
"Dong Yingying is the heroine, just like my daughter. If you don't protect her, don't blame me for suddenly changing the hero and making you a cannon fodder male supporting role!"
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Song Zhanjin didn't understand what a supporting actor meant, but he knew that he was a man with flesh and blood and soul, and he would not and could not be anyone's puppet.
What is the male protagonist? What is the female protagonist?
He just wants to live his own life and do what he thinks is right, that's all!
Song Zhanjin looked up at Lin Wanjun and smiled.
"Everyone who makes a mistake should be punished. Every adult needs to pay the price for their actions. You are just doing the right thing!"
He held out his hand and said, "It's getting dark, I'm here to take you home!"
Lin Wanjun looked down at Song Zhanjin. After a moment, she reached out, held the back of his hand, and jumped off the stone.
Shi Kai kept looking at the door.
Seeing Lin Wanjun's figure from afar, Shi Kai ran forward quickly.
"Xiaolin, where have you been?"
Shi Kai frowned, with a hint of coldness and seriousness between his eyebrows.
"Did those people bully you again? Don't be afraid, just stay with us in the poop class from now on. I'll protect you!"
Hearing this, Lin Wanjun paused.
A hint of joy flashed in her eyes and she spoke carefully.
"Doctor Shi, what did you just say?"
Shi Kai said in a deep voice, "I just came back from the toilet and couldn't find you. Don't argue with Principal Wei anymore, or you'll be framed by someone with ulterior motives."
Lin Wanjun suddenly recalled an incident. It was not long after she was demoted to the excrement team. Someone wanted to hold a meeting to criticize Shi Kai, without even a legitimate reason.
She was so angry that she went to Wei Yifu to argue with him and they almost got into a fight.
If Qin Sijun and Song Mingcheng had not rescued her, she would have become the target of criticism.
After Shi Kai knew about this, he criticized her severely.
In recent days, Shi Kai would mention the excrement class from time to time, but when he was asked to recall it carefully, he could not remember anything.
Lin Wanjun was delighted and pulled Song Zhanjin to her side.
"Doctor Shi, do you know him?"
A hint of bitterness, struggle and unwillingness flashed in Shi Kai's eyes.
"Isn't he your husband Song Zhanjin?"
Hearing this, Lin Wanjun was overjoyed and screamed and hugged Shi Kai.
"Ah, Doctor Shi, you've recovered your memory, haven't you?"
Lin Wanjun's hug made Shi Kai feel a little helpless, but also a little happy.
His memory was actually very confusing. Sometimes it was the scene of him and Lin Wanjun being comrades in adversity in the dung-pulling class, and sometimes it was the scene of him following Lin Wanjun foolishly.
But no matter what, there is a girl named Lin Wanjun in my memory.
Seeing Lin Wanjun's excitement, Song Zhanjin felt filled with frustration, as well as an indescribable sense of anxiety and crisis.
It can be seen that Lin Wanjun was very excited and happy that Shi Kai had recovered his memory. Just now, he even clearly saw tears in her eyes.
He was fantasizing, if he also recovered his memory, if he remembered the loving past between him and Lin Wanjun as told by others, would she be so excited that tears welled up in her eyes?
But there's nothing I can do.
No matter how hard Song Zhanjin tried to recall, he could not remember anything related to Lin Wanjun.
He even found that it was as if someone was constantly erasing his memory, and he could not remember what happened the day before the next day.
So he secretly wrote a diary, recording everything that happened with Lin Wanjun that day every night.
Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they cannot be dispelled. Song Zhanjin gradually discovers the strangeness of the matter.
Memories and diaries will conflict.
The diary clearly described the beautiful and kind side of Lin Wanjun, but the memory seemed to have been forcibly tampered with, and even the bad things that Dong Yingying had done were attributed to Lin Wanjun.
At this moment, Song Zhanjin was extremely envious of Shi Kai.
He secretly swore in his heart that he must find the mastermind who tampered with his memory and would not allow others to control his life.
If someone had to control his life, he hoped that person would be Lin Wanjun...
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