The day in winter is actually short and terrible, and the night is always long and heart-wrenching.

It was already a strong wind and it was extremely cold. I don’t know if it would rain or snow tomorrow? Qiu Han thought of the silver-covered West Lake, the broken snow of the Saint of Beauty, the mottled bridge, the bridge body that seemed to appear and appeared, and the brother who had not seen him for many years. I wonder how are you doing?

Qiu Han likes falling snow, and he thinks it is the most beautiful coat of spring. Qiu Han also likes Hangzhou. This place not only has the most beautiful legend, but also has his indissoluble bond!

Walking in the darkness of Jiangcheng, Dong Xiaolan was still by his side. They chose to walk this insufficient three miles in the wind to go to the Tea House.

The others should have arrived. The madman didn't say how they got there. It was just that when Qiu Han went downstairs, he happened to meet Dong Xiaolan and walk into Zhongyu. So the two seemingly crazy people did not drive or take the bus, but chose to walk. In Dong Xiaolan's words, this is called romance?

What is romance? Romance is that I am willing to accompany you in the cold wind like a knife, walking along the way, feeling the tips of the knife passing through the skin but unable to split the warm nest full of love...

"Xiao Lan, did you grow up in Hangzhou?" The cold wind blew Qiu Han's voice far away.

"Well, I grew up in Xiaoxihu District, why do you ask such a mentally retarded question? Second brother?" Dong Xiaolan felt that this question was too unpredictable.

"No, don't the princesses of rich families go abroad when they are in their teens?" Qiu Han explained quickly.

Dong Xiaolan gave Qiu Han a white look: "Apart from travel, I have never lived abroad. Why are you asking about this?"

"I'll ask you for personal information? Have you ever heard of Wenren Baili?"

When Dong Xiaolan heard this name, she suddenly stood still and looked at Qiu Han in surprise.

Qiu Han was a little numb by the sudden stop: "What's wrong? This is?"

"How do you know Wenren Baili?" Dong Xiaolan was still confused. She couldn't believe that Qiu Han would know Wenren Baili, who is known to everyone in Hangzhou?

"So you know this person?" Qiu Han did not directly answer her question. From Xiao Lan's expression and words, Mid-Qiu Han knew that she must have known this Wenren Baili.

"Who doesn't know him? He is a monster-like existence. With his surname, there is only one in Hangzhou." Dong Xiaolan said quickly, perhaps because of the strong wind, and then took a step forward.

Qiu Han followed closely, recalling the sentence "the monster-like existence" in his mind, and a face appeared in his memory...

It was a bloody face. Qiu Han first ran into him and the last time he saw him. It was a while ago, and Qiu Han couldn't remember the specific time. I only remember it was late summer and early autumn. It was a bit cold late at night. Qiu Han walked on the road next to West Lake with a bottle of mineral water, preparing to return to the construction site of Shangdao Coffee.

Suddenly, a man with blood on his face came towards him. He seemed to be no less than Qiu Han's age. He was holding a knife in his hand, and blood dripping at the tip of the knife, which seemed extremely terrifying under the dim light. His appearance really scared Qiu Han. Instinctively reacted Qiu Han had already skipped over the flower bed, but unexpectedly the man holding the knife also followed him over the flower bed and chased him in the same direction as Qiu Han. Qiu Han turned around and was startled to sweat.

What? Can't you avoid it? I am not familiar with this Hangzhou city, and I have no grudges with others in the past. I have never met you late at night. I actually chased me with a knife. Do you want to stab me to death in love?

This is not possible. Thinking about the beautiful wife at home, there are old people above and young people below, Qiu Han stopped running and stood still. He believed that even if you hold a knife, you can't hurt yourself at all. You can't be shocked. The instructor in the army often said: "Before encountering an enemy, you need to be calm, don't be confused!" It seems that you have to pick it up this time. As the saying goes, "If you keep your fists and your mouth, you can't waste this learned treasure. That is, Qiu Han has been persisting until now since then.

Of course, the writing and thinking are so fast that it cannot resist a chaotic man like Hamlet. In a blink of an eye, the man with blood on his face came to Qiu Han.

Qiu Han narrowed his eyes slightly, calculating when he kicked out a loud leg and kicked the man holding the knife that was frightened by him. However, a "plop" sound came, followed by a "ding-clang" sound. The man with blood on his face fell to Qiu Han's feet, and the knife fell to the ground.

What's going on? Qiu Han hesitated for a few seconds. A faint voice came: "Save me, save me!"

Qiu Han bent down and put down the mineral water bottle. He was about to ask him what was wrong? Unexpectedly, this guy fainted. At this time, a sound of running came from a few hundred meters. Qiu Han estimated that at least more than twenty people were at least. When he looked up, he found that it was indeed a black piece, a black suit, and a bright knife in his hand.

Qiu Han looked around. There was no alley here, no one else's house, and there was no place to hide. How could I save you? The fork in front of me was about a hundred meters away. I couldn't tell me to run with you on my back, right? Hey, aren't you cheating on your father?

The distance is getting closer and closer, and the footsteps are noisy. What should I do? Qiu Han looked at the nearby flower bed? The fork in front of him? He looked at the man again, looked at himself again, and thought about it.

He quickly pulled out the man's black top, took off his camouflage uniform, put it on the man's body, took out the bushes nearly one meter high in the flower bed, and stuffed him in.

Anyway, I couldn't care about so much, so I should treat it as a living horse. Qiu Han squatted on the ground, took out a tissue from his pocket, and quickly wiped off not much blood on the ground. Then he hugged, put his black top on his body, picked up the knife, and ran towards the fork in the road ahead.

Qiu Han dared not look back. Although there were only dim lights, he did not dare to take this risk. Faced with so many people, he could escape unstoppable, but what should the man who cheated on him do?

"From forward, run to the fork in the road, catch him and kill him!" The arrogance of these people came from behind.

Qiu Han knew that although the plan had been successful, he could not be entrusted. He had to reach the fork in the road as fast as possible and then turn it back. Even if he could buy a little time for this cheating product, it would be the greatest guarantee.

The 100-meter sprint reached the extreme, and in an instant it had entered a fork in the road. Seeing this road, God really helped me. After turning a corner, there were two intersections connected, which was only about ten meters away, and I arrived in the blink of an eye.

Qiu Han looked back and saw that it had not yet turned around. He quickly took off his black top, threw it to the intersection he arrived, then pinned the knife in his body, and then walked in the direction of turning back with a swagger.

When he returned to the first fork, he happened to run into the person chasing him.

Qiu Han continued to walk forward like he had never had any trouble, but was suddenly stopped by the seemingly leading man among the group: "Hey, you! Have you seen a man wearing a black top run by?"

Seeing this man's aggressiveness, Qiu Han pretended to be scared and said, "Run towards the intersection ahead!"

"Then? East or West?" the man said angrily.

Qiu Han thought to himself, damn, I don’t ask any questions, I won’t tell you if I change my labor and capital, but in order to make the trick real, Qiu Han said timidly: “I saw that the man threw something away and ran in the opposite direction with a knife!”

Hearing this, the aggressive man actually showed a sly smile on his face, but this smile looked ugly than his mother crying.

"You're fine, go to the West Lake intersection to take a bus to leave."

Qiu Han nodded, thinking that in other words, he could only get a taxi at the intersection of West Lake. No wonder there were no cars or people on this street tonight?
Chapter completed!