Life is raised by bitches.

When this sentence surged from the depths of my heart at an uncontrollable spread speed, Fang Luo's eyes were filled with mist. Outside the car window, during the rainy season, layers of water were floating among the mountains, like a Taoist holy land, with a mysterious hazy feeling.

The road leads to the provincial capital, and the fast shift with few passengers is swaying on the winding mountain road. The driver with a little weight is afraid to drive fast. He does not want to be a cold body lying in the morgue. Ninety percent of the traffic accidents on this road are caused by the speed of the car. He understands this.

Because, at this moment, Fang Luo was chatting with the waiter about this probability.

As a reporter, when reporting a traffic accident, Fang Luo always felt guilty. It was not that he fabricated facts or deliberately exaggerated casualties to attract attention, but that he saw those originally brilliant lives disappearing like that. He had a complex mentality of serving the god of death afterwards, although the accident had nothing to do with him.

"Brother Fang, it's very hard to be your business."

The waiter who was on the train was very young, with his surname being Liu, and was the girl in the small county town hiding in the mountains. She was less than 20 years old and was very clean. Her tender face had a kind of innocence that was extremely incompatible with the outside world, and her eyes were full of desire.

The little girl's words are very light, and she has a warm feeling, like the warm sun in the cold winter, which makes Fang Luo feel a little relieved from the bottom of her heart. Sometimes people are like this. In a foreign land and when they are lonely, a simple understanding or greeting from a stranger can withstand tens of millions of polite words.

Fang Luo smiled, but no answer.

When he graduated from college, he was full of enthusiasm and wanted to create a brilliant future. As a result, a few years have passed, and those flatterers and flatterers have already been in high positions, but he is still the little reporter who runs errands. At the beginning, Fang Luo looked at these very openly. He did not graduate from a famous university, his foundation was no better than others, and his background was no better than others. He felt that it was nothing to be hard at the beginning. He firmly believed that stupid birds could fly first one day. However, it was like a newspaper in a small society, like a melting pot, burning all Fang Luo's enthusiasm and struggle to ashes, and then blowing them all away.

Fang Luo is like a wild child on the roadside. He is not welcomed at work and is often whispered by his parents when he returns home. The future is like watching flowers in the fog.

"You must have been to many places, right?" The little girl did not lose her enthusiasm because of Fang Luo's silence, but continued to ask.

To be honest, Fang Luo was a little envious of the girl in front of him. The small mountain city of Minshan gave birth to the little girl's cleanliness. She was like an orchid that had not been polluted, ethereal and beautiful.

"As there are more places to go, people will become worse."

"Hehe, Brother Fang is really good at joking. I have heard people say that the more places you go, the more things you know, but it's not like you said."

Fang Luo wanted to refute, but he swallowed again.

What qualifications do you have to scold the other person? How can you tell your mediocre and incompetent life as an experience to the little girl with a clean smile in front of you? Perhaps, her life should be more exciting if you go out.

Seeing Fang Luo not speaking, the little girl was a little anxious. Since getting on the bus, Fang Luo had a lot of chatting with her. There were not many passengers in the bus, and she didn't have much scruples. She sat next to Fang Luo and asked questions everywhere. Fang Luo answered, but now he asked a few questions and then he answered one.

"Brother Fang, what are you doing here in Minshan?" The little girl grabbed the corner of her clothes and thought for a long time and figured out a problem.

"What are you doing when you go to Minshan?"

A few days ago, when the wrinkled mother asked, Fang Luo's answer was the same as at this moment: "Look at someone."

Minshan is a county town near Yunnan in Northwest Province. With its unique natural geographical environment, it has gained a good reputation for tourism. Every year, there are countless tourists visiting this small mountain city with abundant loquats. Many outsiders have fun in this remote place and have also revitalized the local economy.

But many people don’t know that in Minshan, there is also the largest prison in Beixi Province, the No. 1 Prison in Beixi Province, where serious prisoners from all over the world are imprisoned.

Fang Luo's trip to Minshan was to visit a person in the No. 1 Prison in Beixi Province, Du Ziteng.

If we use the friendship between us, carry guns together, engage in prostitution together, and divide the dirty together to describe the friendship between us, then the friendship between Fang Luo and Du Ziteng is much deeper than that between the four.

One comes from Shanghai and the other comes from Northwest Province. Two people, originally thousands of miles away, formed a life-long friendship in the four years of college that were not glorious.

After graduating from college, Du Ziteng returned to Shanghai, while Fang Luo stayed in Northwest Province. Four years later, Du Ziteng was involved in an economic crime incident. When the investigation results came out, Fang Luo couldn't believe it.

Intentional homicide!

The Du Ziteng, who sighed in the bright sunshine, and supported a hunchbacked man across the road with heartache, smiled and said when he graduated, twenty years later, everyone ate meat and drank wine together, actually killed someone?

Fang Luo didn't believe it.

The death penalty is suspended for two years.

In two years, Du Ziteng was not seen anyone. During the reprieve, it was verified that Du Ziteng was found guilty of intentional homicide, and the Supreme Court approved it and executed the death penalty.

The day before the execution, Du Ziteng asked to see Fang Luo.

In a single room with mottled light, Fang Luo saw his pale-faced former friend. Du Ziteng smiled easily, and he only said one sentence during the whole process.

"This life is really a fucking bitch."

In that small room, Fang Luo had no choice but to think that if time could go back and life would happen again, he would definitely stop Du Ziteng from ignoring his life. There was no other reason, because he was Fang Luo's best friend.

But can life be started over?

Just like this fast shift, it traveled to the provincial capital hundreds of miles away facing the hazy fog, and could not turn back. Even if it lacks oil, breaks down, or catches fire, its end point is the provincial capital, not Minshan.

"Who is it? Girlfriend?" The little girl still had a question mark on her head.

"A person who is very important but needs to become blurred." After Fang Luo said this, he closed his eyes, leaned against the seat, and closed his eyes to rest.

Facing this little girl, Fang Luo has a sense of helplessness in life. She is so young. Her life has not yet begun. Her future is so beautiful. However, she has failed for several years. She is mediocre and does nothing. She is separated from her best friend for two worlds. This deep sense of frustration makes Fang Luo very tired.

After a headache, Fang Luo fell asleep in a drowsy way.

The shuttle bus is like a loach, hiking around the circling mountain road, looming in the mist.

Fang Luo seemed to have a dream, colorful. He dreamed that the fast shift he was riding into a rainbow. At the end of the rainbow was a hole. In the dream, Fang Luo found that except him, the car was empty, and outside the window was a tearing sound. The light flickered and darkened, in lines, flowing thousands of times, winding towards the deeper part of the hole...

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...

"Hey, Fang Luo, here, why are you stunned? Get out of the car?"

As if he had traveled thousands of miles, Fang Luo suddenly felt aroused and came to his senses. The bright sunshine outside the car window made him feel dazzled. The light was like a close-up in a movie. A halo was hidden in a colorful spot, which turned with his sight, bright yellow and clean.

Subconsciously blocked the sunlight with his hands, and Fang Luo was suddenly stunned.

How could it be on the bus?

Fang Luo was shocked when he withdrew his gaze. He was on a fast shift, but in front of him was the old-fashioned bus that had disappeared now. There was a wooden chair, no electronic route signs, monotonous blue and white. There was an indescribable fragrance in the carriage, as if the sunlight smelled in the window.

On the left side, what caught my eye was a young face, delicate, with black-framed glasses, and a look of confusion.

"Yang Wei?" Fang Luo shouted guiltily, his voice pressing down low. The person in front of him really missed Yang Wei a few years ago, or it was the same. This face made Fang Luo's heart tremble.

"Let's talk about what's going on when you get off the bus." said 'Yang Wei'.

Fang Luo got out of the car in a mess, and groups of students under the stop sign formed a line, heading in the same direction, walking or running, all of whom were light blue shirts and jeans jumping in the sun.

Fang Luoqing couldn't help looking in that direction, and in an instant, his mind went blank.

Xilin City No. 2 Middle School!

The dark green door, the lush banyan tree, and the four big words "Facing the World" on the white walls seemed to have been traveling through ten years, appearing in front of Fang Luo, causing his soul to turbulently.

Is this a dream?

Otherwise, why was the door to No. 2 Middle School so clear ten years ago?

The gate of the Second Middle School in memory has long been pushed down and rebuilt, buried the slightly awkward youth ten years ago, obliterated many little ambiguities that had not been said yet, and became a hurrying memory.

"Why are you stunned again? If you don't leave, be careful of being invited by Director Zhou for tea." At this time, "Yang Wei" patted Fang Luo on the shoulder and urged.

Attend class?

Looking at Yang Wei's young and cruel face, Fang Luo's heart was like a wave rolling, his breathing was difficult, and a scary thought was repeatedly emerging in his mind.

Many people want to ask, and many doubts about visiting finally formed a sentence: "How many years have been?"

Yang Wei, who had beautiful little hair and a handsome face, had a confused look that was as hot as this summer. After a while, he said blankly: "It's 2000, what's wrong with you? Why do you ask such a strange question?"

2000?!

Fang Luo turned his head and looked at the road that extended from the bus stop sign to the entrance of the Second Middle School. His eyes blurred. This road was so strange, but so familiar. It was like those once black and white graduation photos. Suddenly, when he was sorting out things several years later, he accidentally fell under his feet, causing his Chenfeng's heart to thrust.

Time is ruthless, but when Fang Luo finds that he returns to this moment of 2000, he feels that time has never been as cute as it is now.

"It's nothing, let's go, I don't want to pour tea for Director Zhou."

Thinking of Director Zhou, who made countless students scared at the teaching department of No. 2 Middle School, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Fang Luo's mouth, which was very strange.

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There are no less than 7 posts about the death penalty. I have explained it many times and have been sank. Let’s explain it here together. I have indeed written it wrong here. Everyone can use it as a bug, so don’t worry too much.
Chapter completed!