I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Chapter 108

Wen Yu would rather sleep with those reference books all night than go out with Qiu Ling. Who knows if she will suddenly go crazy again and find a rooftop to throw herself down.

But Qiuling didn't give her time to repent. Before Wen Yu jumped out of the car, she turned the handle. After a rumbling sound, the shiny black motorcycle rushed forward. Wen Yu was so frightened that she immediately hugged Qiuling's waist.

"You're fucking -- you're really sick!" Accompanied by the howling cold wind, Wen Yu's voice raised in fear hit Qiu Ling's ear.

Qiuling smiled instead of anger, narrowing her slender eyes behind the helmet.

Wen Yu was wondering why this man kept silent and allowed himself to scold, when he saw Qiu Ling slam the brakes, and then she slammed into the person in front of her because of the excessive inertia of the sudden brake.

It is estimated that all the usual food was used to increase her height. Song Qiulin didn't grow any extra flesh on her body, but when she bumped into her so suddenly, Wen Yu almost spit out the dinner she just ate.

"Hold tight." Qiu Ling tilted her head and looked at Wen Yu wearing a helmet from the rearview mirror on the left side of the front of the car.

Wen Yu pursed her lips, and hugged her waist reluctantly. Compared with her face and her life, she chose to save the latter first. After all, no one knows what Qiu Ling can do when she goes crazy.

The night's wind is bitingly cold, not to mention that Wen Yu is sitting on a speeding motorcycle right now, the rushing cold wind blows away her hair, and the chill pours from the neckline into her body that has been covered with difficulty. At this time, she can only I can try my best to keep my body closer to Qiu Ling, so as to preserve the last bit of warmth in my body.

Wen Yu didn't know where Qiu Ling was going to take her, and no one answered when she asked. She waited for nearly half an hour with trembling teeth, but there was no sign of the speed of the car weakening again. Unknowingly, a thought came to her heart——Qiu Ling Today is not to throw her off the roof, but to tie her to the back seat of the car and freeze to death.

She could imagine how dazzling the headlines of the newspapers would be in the morning. Qiu Ling's car tilted and turned into a road going up the mountain.

The road up the mountain was very winding, but Qiu Ling was obviously familiar with the terrain, and there was no obvious deceleration when passing through the turns with small slopes. Wen Yu, who was floating in the car, could smell the smell of burning tires through his helmet.

"You don't want to take me with you if you want to die, right?" Wen Yu's face turned pale with fright, and his men quickly turned Qiu Ling's leather coat into a pile of waste cloth.

She thought she was only afraid of heights, but now she realizes that she may also be afraid of motorcycles.

"I'm not looking for death, I'll take you to a good place."

A few minutes later, the speed of the car finally slowed down. Only then did Wen Yu open his narrowed eyes and saw a brightly lit book in front of him.

It is a tall and lush old locust tree, with two circles of colorful lights wrapped around its branches and leaves.

Qiuling lifted her leg and got off the car, took out a box of batteries from her pocket, opened the switch cover of the colored light and replaced it with a new one. When it was turned on again, the light was much brighter. When standing under the tree, Wen Yu could clearly read The flickering light could clearly see the expression on Qiu Ling's face.

Surprisingly, she doesn't have that mischievous evil smile on her face now, but a kind of calmness and longing. The profile of her face looking far away looks quiet and steady. If it weren't for the distinctive style of the suit on her body, Wen Yu would have doubted that now It was Song Qiulin himself who came out.

When Wen Yu got out of the car, she almost threw off her slippers. She kicked the ground to cover her shoes before putting on her pajamas and hat, wrapping herself up tightly and walking to Qiu Ling's side.

"Hey, you went crazy at night just to bring me here to enjoy the mountain breeze?" But it must be said that when looking down on the city from a high point, there is a novel beauty.

Wen Yu stood on tiptoe, trying to find the location of his home among the scattered lights.

"Look up." Qiu Ling said.

Wen Yu glanced at her first, then raised his neck, and then he was so beautiful from ear to ear by the magnificent stars in the sky.

"Looking at the moon like this is so close..." Wen Yu said as she raised her hand to the sky. The moon, which was brighter than usual, gave her the illusion that she could touch it.

Without the hazy layer of haze over the city, the stars that were not bright enough became clearly visible.

It's a pity that she doesn't have the feelings of a liberal arts student to write poetry on the spot, or if an art student can describe it immediately, she can simply open her mouth and say, "Damn it, it's so beautiful."

Qiuling couldn't help laughing, and let out a breath from her nose, this time it wasn't sarcasm, but simply amused by Wen Yu's stupidity.

"Don't you still call me sick just now?"

Wen Yu withdrew his sour hand and gave her a blank look, "No matter how good-looking you are, it can't cover up the fact that you are sick."

"Yeah." Qiuling nodded, obediently did not refute, but looked at the brightly lit city below, and drew a circle with her fingers on an obviously darkened plot in the lower left corner, "Do you know where that is. "

Part of "China."

"..."

Qiu Ling cast a speechless look at Wen Yu, but the other party responded with a smug smile.

Not paying attention, Qiuling put her hands back in her pockets and said, "Song Qiulin's mother's house."

Wen Yu usually speaks a lot of vulgar words, and it took him a while to realize that this "her mother" was not swearing, and then he calmed down.

Qiuling continued, "Sometimes she would hide in and live in the cold war with that man after a quarrel, playing her piano and drawing some paintings to relax her mind and body."

"At the beginning, the frequency was only once a year, and then it became more and more frequent, and finally... she will never go back."

Wen Yu's heart sank following her words. Song Qiulin's mother passed away there.

How desperate should a person choose to commit suicide? Later, when she thought of her former self, she also had the idea of ​​escaping and disappearing from that hellish situation.

Empathizing with other people on this kind of thing is not a good thing.

Qiuling twitched the corners of her mouth, her smile seemed weak, "Today is a special day, do you know that?"

I don't know, Wen Yu wanted to answer that, but seeing Qiu Ling's gloomy expression, she felt that it was better for her to shut up.

"Don't look at that guy Song Qiulin's serious look now, he was also a crybaby when he was a child." Qiuling seemed to remember something, with softness in her eyes, "Every day, she will Lock yourself in the piano room and cry."

Only then did Wen Yu realize that today is the death day of Song Qiulin's mother.

"Song Qiulin should have told you." Qiuling looked over, her eyes darkened.

"En." Wen Yu nodded.

That night when they were lying in the same bed, Song Qiulin talked to her a lot.

Including her appearance when she found her mother—hanging herself on the beam of the piano room, there was still a footprint on the polished reflective piano, just hearing Wen Yu could use her brain to outline the scene at that time, Feel the panic and despair of the participants.

"So today I changed it without her consent, for fear that she would hide and cry alone again."

The reason why Qiuling came out more often at night was because Song Qiulin's subjective consciousness was not strong during this time, and today, this special day was also when her defense was weakest.

Wen Yu curled his lips, but his tone was approving, "Then you're quite clever."

Qiu Ling looked at her and smiled, as if she was in a good mood, "But soon I can stop worrying about it, and you will be with her in the future."

"..."

Afterwards, Qiu Ling talked a lot, but most of them were saying things, saying things that came to mind, without logic.

Wen Yu's mind was also a little heavy. After the conversation, the two of them sat on chairs and watched the night scene quietly for more than 20 minutes. At the last midnight, Qiu Ling stood up and walked to the locust tree to worship.

Wen Yu stared at her back, watching her talk to the tree for a long time, and finally turned around, looking over with bright eyes, "Let's go."

When going down the mountain, Qiu Ling controlled the speed of the car, and Wen Yu also boldly let go.

Climbing the mountain in the middle of the night is really an action that only a lunatic would do, but after this trip, Wen Yu felt that the boredom in his body that had been dull all day had been emptied, and he was left with a light hearted body.

She opened her arms, lifted the panel of the helmet, raised her head and took a deep breath of fresh air. She was in a good mood and even looked at Qiu Ling more pleasingly.

"You don't just plan to occupy Song Qiulin's body like this for the rest of your life, do you?" In fact, she just asked casually, but it was only after she asked that she realized that these words were extremely offensive to Qiuling.

It was as if he couldn't wait to drive her away.

The person in front of him was silent for a long time. Just when Wen Yu thought he would not get an answer, Qiuling's steady voice came slowly, "Hurry up."

After realizing the meaning of "soon", Wen Yu frowned unknowingly. It was she who asked this question, and the answer she got was certain, but she felt a little uncomfortable.

"So... how are you going to leave?"

After all, she is not Wen Ziyang, but a professional psychologist. Like ordinary people, she thinks that "Qiu Ling" is a kind of disease, and it will be cured after taking medicine, but it's not like treating a knife wound. Knowing that he has recovered, Wen Yu doesn't know how to judge, what kind of state is "healed" for Song Qiulin.

If it is said that the disease will bring pain and inconvenience to people, this is a way to distinguish, then from the current point of view, what Qiu Ling did is not too bad.

Of course, it is undeniable that Qiuling is indeed a somewhat vicious personality, but just vaguely, Wen Yu feels that she will not hurt Song Qiulin, but rather seems to be...protecting?

After asking, she held her breath and waited for a long time in silence. After nearly a minute, Qiu Ling said in a brisk tone, "What did you say? The wind is so strong that I can't hear you clearly."

Wen Yu knew that she could avoid it now, so he didn't expose it, "It's nothing, just drive me back quickly, I'm sleepy."

Qiu Ling raised her hand and made an "ok" gesture.

Wen Yu tacitly agreed that she would drive to her home, but Qiu Ling drove in the opposite direction of her home when she got down the mountain. The unfamiliar scenery along the way quickly retreated. Wen Yu quickly reacted and pinched her waist.

"Where are you taking me?"

"my home."

Wen Yu recognized that the road to Song Qiulin's house was not this way, but this direction was similar to the small area surrounded by Qiuling on the mountain just now.

"Strictly speaking, the name on the real estate certificate is Song Qiulin's mother, and I'm just borrowing it." Qiuling spoke again, confirming the doubts in Wen Yu's heart.