-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Romance -> he came from hell Chapter 1 001: Suppress Rongli
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- You can search "He Came from Hell" on Baidu to find the latest chapter!
Xiangyun Town is located in the south, surrounded by mountains and rivers.
It was the clear autumn in October. It had just rained a few days ago, and there was still a bit of dampness in the wind. The maple leaves were rustling on the roadside, and the warm autumn sun filtered through the gaps between the trees, shaking all the trees on the blue brick and stone road. film.
A long street with two rows of tree shadows and storefronts along the way, with people coming and going on the street.
There is a convenience store at the end of the street called Meifujia. The store door is open, and there are many packages scattered in the corridor outside, some of which are blocking the road.
The wind blew the leaves up and down, and they floated in front of a pair of white sneakers. The owner of the shoes walked across the road on the fallen leaves. He is very tall, has long legs, and walks slowly and leisurely.
His shoes were very clean, his black trousers were stained with dust somewhere, and he wore a gray sweatshirt under his jacket. The hat of the sweatshirt was loose and buckled casually on his head. The sun hit from the left, and his silhouette was on the right. The shadows on the ground are clear-cut and lazy.
He walked around the package blocking the way and entered the store.
There are no customers in the store at the moment, and there is only one employee, a young boy with a gentle appearance. The boy was sitting in front of the cashier. When he heard the voice, he raised his head and called out: "Brother Rong."
Rong Li hummed, took off his sweater and hat, walked to the nearest shelf, took a bag of sandwiches, unpacked them, held them in his mouth, then pulled up a chair and placed it somewhere sunny. The sun was a bit dazzling, so he put his hat on again, put his legs on the cardboard box, took out his mobile phone, and started the game.
After a while, a guest came, a young girl. She was wearing short boots, a short skirt, and a British-style woolen jacket.
She walked to the door, glanced timidly at the man enveloped in the sun, and quickly looked away after just one glance.
"Get the express delivery."
Rong Li took back his legs that were resting on the carton: "The last number of the mobile phone."
The voice was clear and clear, with a hint of casualness and laziness.
The girl raised her head: "8946."
This time she saw clearly, he walked out of the sun, his hair was trimmed very short, not covering his forehead and eyebrows at all, his skin was fair, and his bones were very beautiful under his almond-shaped eyes.
He had a pair of seemingly cute eyes. The curvature of his double eyelids was very small and slightly inward. His eyelashes were not long but very dense.
This look is so gentle.
It¡¯s those eyes that are shrouded in mist and smoky. It¡¯s like the mountains and rivers in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. It¡¯s amazing, but not real. When he stared, his eyes were a little casual, a little decadent, and a little sad. Although they were well hidden, there was still a wildness that had not been tamed.
Yaoyao peach and plum blossoms are scorching with brilliance.
It¡¯s just that his appearance is not in line with his style. His posture is quite rough. His hair should have been cut by Lao Qitou on the street, which costs thirty yuan a piece. He is only responsible for the length, not the styling.
After sizing it up, the girl blushed and lowered her head.
Rong Li passed by her, walked to the nearest shelf, and started rummaging. He put his cell phone on the chair, and the gunshots in the game never stopped.
He is a game enthusiast.
With unhurried movements, he flipped from the top layer of the shelf to the bottom layer.
At this time, the boy in front of the cashier asked the customer: "Can you show me the text message?"
The boy¡¯s name is Wang Xiaodan. He started working in the store after failing the college entrance examination. It has been some time.
The girl then looked away and handed over her phone.
Wang Xiaodan glanced at the courier information: "Brother Rong, it's on the shelf at the back. It's in bags."
"Um."
Rong Li went to look for him at the back.
After a while of rustling, he walked out and asked, "What's your name?"
The girl didn¡¯t dare to look at him: ¡°He Tong.¡±
After checking the name, he took a pen from the small cardboard box on the ground and handed it over along with the package: "Sign."
The joints of his fingers are very long, and the nails are neatly trimmed. There are obvious small crescents on them. If you turn your palm over, you can see a thin layer of calluses on the palm.
The girl signed and handed it back to him.
He tore off the signed form and threw it into the paper box along with the pen.
"Thanks."
The girl thanked her and went out with the courier. When she got outside, she looked back at the store.
The man sat back on the chair again, lowering his head and looking at his mobile phone. The sunlight passed through the glass window and fell on his face. He was wearing a sweater hat, and his eyelashes occasionally fluttered in profile. If you look closely, you can see that there is a small star in the corner of his right eye. Small tear nevus.
&nCome out and put on the colored gloves.
The sun was setting, and a powerful flashlight was placed under the rocking chair, with a few sweet-scented osmanthus petals falling on it.
Yang Laosi was a little dazzled, hung up the phone and rubbed his eyes: "Who the hell are you! What are you doing in my yard?"
Rong Li said nothing and picked up a brick from the ground. He stood up and stood under the tree. The sweet-scented osmanthus in the garden was blown wildly by the wind, and the fragrance of the flowers was refreshing.
Only then did Yang Laosi see the person clearly. It was the young man during the day. The few banknotes in his hand that he had not yet had time to put into his pocket belonged to him.
Those eyes were different from the daytime ones, gloomy and creepy.
Yang Laosi was a bully and was frightened: "I'll give you back all the money." He took out all the money on his body and threw it on the ground, "Your wallet is in the trash can at the door. I don't have the other things." Moved."
Rong Li threw the cigarette on the ground, crushed it, and weighed the brick in his hand.
He said: "Keep the money and buy it with your hands."
The voice was as light as a wisp of smoke, without any emotion.
Yang Laosi turned around and ran away, but was hit in the calf before he left the yard. When he turned around, the man brushed the fallen osmanthus flowers on his shoulders, walked through the wind, and came from the flying catkins in the sky.
"do not come!"
Yang Laosi¡¯s pupils dilated and he crawled towards the door tremblingly.
The sunset is getting darker, and the dogs at the end of the village are barking crazily.
"Woof!"
"Woof!"
"Woof woof!"
Almost every household in Zhuluan Rong Village has a dog. Whenever there are footsteps in the alley, a group of dogs will start barking.
No one was seen, but light came first. It was not completely dark yet, but the light was surprisingly bright, not like an ordinary flashlight. After the dogs saw people, they all stopped.
It is Rongli.
He has slight night blindness, so when it gets dark, he has to turn on a light, even a particularly bright one.
The day will change at any time, the wind will be strong and it will rain. Rong Li walked to the door of his house, and as soon as he opened the door, a three- or four-year-old boy ran out of the main room and shouted: "Brother." The child was chubby, with a cute head and a tiger head, and walked crookedly, "Brother."
"Brother, you are back."
Rong Li closed the courtyard door: "Yes."
The boy¡¯s name is Rong Guanguan. He is not related by blood to Rong Li. He is the child brought here by his stepmother.
The child loved to laugh, and his round eyes lit up when he smiled. He stumbled to his brother and asked in a sweet voice: "Brother, what are you buying?"
Rong Li said: "Sugar oil daddy."
Rong Guanguan stretched out his fleshy hand: "I'll help you carry it."
Rong Li gave him the bag. The sleeves of his sweatshirt were very long and were exposed from the jacket. There were blood stains on the cuffs. Rong Guanguan's sharp eyes saw it.
"Brother, you are bleeding."
Rong Li glanced at the cuff: "It's not my blood."
Rong Guanguan looked at his brother with big eyes.
His brother said: "Someone is killing pigs at the entrance of the village. This is pig blood."
"oh."
"Go to the kitchen and get chopsticks."
"Okay~"
Rong Guanguan jumped to the kitchen with the bag in hand.
Rong Li went to the main room, took a bottle of gasoline, took off his coat and sweatshirt, threw them into the iron bucket for garbage in the yard, and then poured oil on them. He took a cigarette out of the cigarette case, put it in his mouth, and lit it.
In the shrouded smoke, a pair of beautiful eyes melted into the dusk, dark and stern.
He threw the unextinguished lighter into the iron bucket, and with a bang, flames came out.
After taking a few puffs of cigarette, he took out a wallet from his pocket. As soon as he opened it, a photo slid out. It must have been something that Yang Laosi had given him. He knelt down, picked it up, and looked at it by the firelight.
The photo is of a girl wearing a cheongsam.
The waist is really thin.
The cigarette ashes fell on the photo. Rong Li took out the ID card from his wallet and threw the rest into the fire together with the photo. He turned and entered the main room.
The wind picked up outside and lifted up the half-burnt photo. Raindrops suddenly fell and extinguished the fire on it. The girl in the photo had bright eyes and bright eyes. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page