Sister, you miss me

In Qiao Xuan's office, she pressed Yang Feng on the sofa, and then made him a cup of strong and bitter coffee.

Yang Feng stared at the cup and sat down tightly without saying a word.

Qiao Xuan said: "Yang Feng, according to the evidence provided by the forensic doctor, Hu Xiaolin took drugs before going to the hotel. She indulges herself so much, can we infer that she has a pessimistic mood and she doesn't want to live anymore."

"Why do you say that?" Yang Feng frowned.

"Answer my two questions first." Qiao Xuan looked at Yang Feng's eyes, "Do you have a male-female relationship with Hu Xiaolin?"

Yang Feng closed his eyes and shook his head: "I have helped her family. It is normal for her to have a good impression of me at the age when she was first in love, but I did not accept it."

Qiao Xuan nodded and showed a relieved expression. Based on her understanding of Yang Feng, Yang Feng would not be so hungry and hungry.

"Then what did you mean when you were in the forensic room? You said I'm sorry Hu Xiaolin, you clearly didn't finish what you said."

Yang Feng glanced at Qiao Xuan. Qiao Xuan was born as a criminal police officer and was as careful as a hair. However, taking into account his unspeakable concealment, he did not break the casserole and ask the end.

Tears burst into Yang Feng's eyes: "Just yesterday, I met Xiao Lin."

Then, Yang Feng recounted the reason for meeting Xiaolin and the scene after the meeting. At the same time, he also talked about Hu Xiaolin's current family situation.

Finally, Yang Feng covered his face and choked up: "If I can accompany her more, don't be so aggressive with her, and if I don't give up on her, she might not have an accident."

"Yang Feng!" Qiao Xuan pressed his shoulder and said, "Don't blame yourself too much."

Yang Feng raised his red eyes and looked at Qiao Xuan, "Now, it's up to you to answer my question."

Qiao Xuan considered it and pushed a very beautiful leather schoolbag in front of Yang Feng.

"This is Xiaolin's bag." Yang Feng had seen it yesterday.

"Open it and take a look." Qiao Xuan encouraged.

Yang Feng opened his schoolbag and took out several packs of facial tissues, several packs of wet wipes, a pack of pads, as well as combs, mirrors and a pile of cosmetics.

Continue to dig, the textbooks and review materials.

Yang Feng flipped through the first page of the Chinese textbook, and he saw a pencil sketch of his head. The head was his own. A few strokes were vivid and vivid, showing that Hu Xiaolin's skill is not shallow.

Turning back, I found a lot, some front and side, some half body and full body. In short, Hu Xiaolin grasped the key elements, even with very few brushes, it is quite vivid, and people who know can see the painting at a glance. It's Yang Feng.

Hu Xiaolin also used Yang Feng's portraits to scribble everywhere, not only in Chinese, but also in mathematics, physics, and even English and materials.

After reading this, Yang Feng was speechless for a long time. He didn't know that this girl had such a deep love for him.

"Look at this again." Qiao Xuan took out a red leather notebook from her schoolbag.

"Have you seen it?" Yang Feng did not rush to open it.

"A little bit." Qiao Xuan seeks truth from facts.

"Is it a diary?"

"Yes." Qiao Xuan said, "It's moving and unbelievable."

Yang Feng pressed the palm of his hand on the cover, and his body trembled slightly when he opened it. He walked into Hu Xiaolin's heart like this. He was a little scared and a little impatient, as if he was about to understand the reason for Hu Xiaolin's fall.

Open the title page and the photo slips off.

This is a stitched photo. Yang Feng is on the left and Hu Xiaolin is on the right. The young girl pouted and kissed Yang Feng's profile. Between the two faces, there was a golden sunset.

Yang Feng pressed the photo to his heart and read it.

May 1st, sunny.

During the small holiday, I played with my sister at home. My stepfather had passed away for almost half a year. My mother gave my sister to the nanny, either playing mahjong or doing beauty care. Sometimes I didn't see anyone for a week.

But this afternoon, my mother brought back a man, mad at him, and whistling to me, I think, my mother is fancy that he is young!

The two stayed in their mother's room for a full three hours before the man left. His mother sent him off. The two actually kissed goodbye. I was right. It was a kiss goodbye.

During the meal, I asked my mother what is good about the man, and my mother said, "It's not about living a life. What you want to do is to have fun.

I was a little bit chilling.

Originally, I didn't have the habit of keeping a diary, but, for some reason, I decided to start writing a diary today.

May 7th.

After dinner, the man came back with his mother again. The mother seemed to have drunk too much and was backed by the man. This time, his eyes were full of unabashed greed when he saw me. I did not oppose my mother's remarriage, but she actually took Back to such a scum.

Yes, that guy looks like a scumbag.

May 10th.

The day that determines my destiny.

I used to have a man I loved deeply, but when I wrote this line, I never had the face to see him again.

At around nine o’clock in the evening, my mother called me into her room. I saw that her face was a little blue and her eye bags were a little heavy. She asked if she was sick. She shook her head, handed me a bottle of orange fruit, and followed me. She talked.

I didn't know her sinister intentions. I told a lot of funny things in school. I got dry mouth, drank half of the bottle unknowingly, and then lost consciousness.

I don't know how long I woke up. I woke up with pain and tearing pain in my lower body. The hooligan who I didn't know the name and got along with my mother was pressing on me, and my mother was sitting next to me.

I cried and asked my mother to save me. My mother was indifferent. She told me to bear with me and said that every woman had the first time.

At that moment, I didn't even feel the pain, did she still give birth to me and raise my mother who cared for me so much?I looked at her in disbelief. She held the tin foil in one hand and lit the lighter in the other.

She is taking drugs and I am desperate.

I have heard about the dangers of drugs more than once, and one of them is to dehumanize people and deny them.

Now, drug use is a big deal, and I have become her bargaining chip for drug exchange.

May 13th.

I wanted to kill someone. I wanted to kill the gangster early in the morning, but I recovered after resting at home for three days.

Tonight, either he will die or I will die.

At eight o'clock in the evening, I took a fruit knife and followed him into a KTV.

Knock on the door, the door is locked, I don't know what to do, when the door opened, I was dragged in.

It turned out that five or six shared a curling pot. No wonder the door was locked behind the door. Mother's "friend" smiled unkindly and said that I had sent them to the door to do it.

I drew out the knife and stabbed it, and when he blocked his arm, he snatched the knife, then punched and kicked me.

I couldn't move, they took turns to vent on me after skating.

I didn't cry, I didn't cry stubbornly, but they actually injected me with drugs.

June 1st.

It has been a long time since I contracted drugs to give up on myself. Any man, as long as he gives me drugs, I can let him sleep.

But today, when I see him at the school gate, my happiness cannot be expressed.

He still cares about me.

We chatted for a while in Starbucks, and he said he hoped that I would change back to the way I was before, and I also hope that time can go back in time, but he can't go back.

He was very angry and disappointed in me. He left and gave up on me.

The home is like an ice cellar, a vulgar nanny, a crying sister, as for mom, I haven't seen him in a week or a half.

I don't want to stay in this home for a moment.

Two boys at the same level made an appointment with me, of course I am going.

I don't know when I became like this. Only the illusion of drugs and the passion of the flesh make me feel alive, but the emptiness afterwards is often more turbulent.

I don’t know how many more articles can be added to this diary, but I know that I will not live long.

I hate my mother, more hate drugs.

Hu Xiaolin went to the appointment after writing this diary, and then went to the end of her life.

She never thought that she died yesterday. It was accidental, but she knew she died soon.

There are a few wet marks on almost every piece of paper, which I think Hu Xiaolin wrote with tears.

Sometimes irritated, sometimes heartache, sometimes nervous, sometimes regretful.

During the whole process, Yang Feng was filled with these emotions.

After reading these few articles, Yang Feng also burst into tears.

Hu Xiaolin didn't want to live anymore, but the interview she seemed to care about accelerated her pace toward death.

"Hu Cuihua took drugs and brought her daughter into the fire pit. Drugs are really the root of all evil." Qiao Xuan concluded.

"Qiao Xuan, how did this case end?"

"This is a case in progress. It will not be closed for the time being. We will find the bastard and accuse him of rape and drug trafficking."

Yang Feng nodded, he remembered the hatred, and after the beast accepts the legal trial, he will be punished by Yang Feng's exclusive inhuman punishment.

As for Hu Cuihua, it seemed hopeless, and felt sorry for her little daughter.

At this time, a policeman knocked on the door and came in and said, "Captain Joe, the deceased's mother is here."

Yang Feng suddenly got up, Qiao Xuan grabbed him and shook his head at him.

Yang Feng packed the messy things into his school bag, carried the bag in one hand and the diary in the other, and went out.

Yang Feng didn't dare to recognize Hu Cuihua in front of him.

Wearing a leopard shirt, a thick gold chain, big earrings like a lama, heavy makeup, can not cover the pale face, and black eye bags.

"Xiao Feng, are you here, have you seen Xiao Lin, have you seen my poor daughter?" Hu Cuihua began to wipe her tears.

Yang Feng shakes away Hu Cuihua's entanglement, "She has a mother like you, she is truly pitiful."

Hu Cuihua did not understand for a while, and went to pester Qiao Xuan again, "Police officer, Xiaolin in our family is optimistic and positive. She seems to be motivated and very sensible. I don't have a husband. I can't live without her! Comrade police, please do your best and solve the case as soon as possible. , Give her a fair."

"Hu Xiaolin is not as good as you said. Not only does she have a history of drug abuse, but her private life is also chaotic." Qiao Xuan said.

"Impossible, you are talking nonsense, why don't I know." Hu Cuihua cried.

"The whole school knows it, but you don't know, is that your dereliction of duty as a mother?" Qiao Xuan retorted.

"You can't live without her? Who believe it! The mother and daughter haven't seen each other for half a month. You said you can't live without her? I think you can't live without mahjong, beauty, and drugs and men!"

"You... how do you know." Hu Cuihua's face turned white again.

"Xiao Lin's schoolbag and diary, so be it yourself!" After Yang Feng handed it over to Hu Cuihua, he left the sub-game after losing his soul.