The back of the young man's hand was covered with needle holes, and three or four hanging bottles were infused with fluids. He was lying on a white hospital bed, the curtains were opened, and a beam of white light softened into orange around him. A pair of weak left hands were pressed against the guard of the hospital bed. On my hand, the white fingers of my right hand ran across the screen, watching the small fonts pop out one after another. It was such a well-intentioned love letter.
Gu Xiaowu personally said:
I haven’t contacted you for a long time. I am a low-level person and have a close relationship with you, Golden Rice Shrimp. When Lobster and Baiao were around, I asked you if you were willing to walk the same path I took, take the flag, and hit the south wall. You didn't answer, and I didn't ask any questions. Now I still remember that I cried when I saw your transcript. How big of a heart you have to be so decisive.
I regret not being kind to each other when we met.
All the way to the north, this is the road leading to the cliff. Now it seems that the storm has passed and everything has calmed down, but I always feel uneasy. We have met and separated countless times, and we have had countless histories of being forced to abandon ourselves. In these memories, we have drowned ourselves.
Oh my god, it's dark. On such a dark night, I miss you so much. I shouldn't have to fall into the quagmire alone. You are far more important than these so-called experiences. Unfortunately, we are separated. I have lost you forever and thrown everything away.
I have a lot of emotions, thousands of thoughts, I write and cry, I don’t know how to express it, the pen and ink are just like the years when I died in childbirth, let them all settle, let them freeze, let them all suffocate...
I will always miss you, my knight, and I sing the praises of your single-handedness.
Deserter, leaving lotus root and dog alone, written in the traceless desert.
The black ink became lighter and lighter as I wrote, but I still managed to make it to the last moment.
Gu Xiaoling leaned against the pillow, his strength was drained, he stared at the ceiling blankly, his eyes were haggard, and except for the force of exhalation, he was almost paralyzed.
The capital the actors sang about was so different from what I saw.
Tears fell down Gu Xiaowu's cheeks. He could not feel the emotions in his body. He only knew that his sadness was flowing backwards like a river.
Last night, the children made wishes in front of the ever-burning lantern, but the sound of wind carried these wishes away. In such a resentful and empty night, Gu Xiaowu was in the final stage of rescuing him.
[You know, I am an animal.
[You know, I am selfish and dirty, but please understand, let me stand in a place like this, in front of the desire that the child shouted with his life! ——
[Yes, I am ashamed of myself. Now, facing the fruits I have obtained through dirty means, I can only remain silent. Just as he wishes, my wish is to fulfill everyone's wishes. 】
A middle-aged man knelt down in the [Visiting Area] and cried bitterly. He didn't know why, but he gave up the wealth that was within his reach and said these childish words like a baby. He cried and laughed, his face twisted in half, I don’t know which face is smiling and which face is crying.
In the long night, Gu Xiaowu licked his dry lips. He was speechless. This young man who was unwilling to give in had made compromises again and again to get the uncompromising present, and his life was a heinous one. The executioner, in exchange for his last kindness.
The wish in the eternal lantern is like a rising dragon. It dives into the air and falls into the boy's heart. It saves him a breath and extends his life. There is no doubt that this is a miracle.
Gu Xiaowu stared blankly at the letter in front of him, reading it over and over again, smiling cutely.
He didn't know how many times it was, but he seemed to be able to see the way Sheo Ougou was writing this letter. He could see the shades, curvature, and intensity in the notes, and he could see them very clearly.
Yes, he and Sheo Ougou had not known each other for a long time, and they were not even close to each other, but this was the only time they met, and their relationship grew step by step. However, after this period of rapid development, their separation was equally unexpected.
It's a pity that I was forced to be this hero.
Guang Puppy closed his eyes, leaned against the white pillow, and swallowed hard. His throat felt like he had eaten betel nut, and it was so swollen and painful that he couldn't swallow it.
Looking out the window, at the blue sky and white clouds, Gu Xiaoxiao's empty mind seemed to be looking for something, but he was a bastard, what experiences could he write about? Looking at the letter, he silently picked up the pen and repeatedly underlined the address left by the other party.
Do you have any mission when you go there?
Like me licking dragon eggs.
Gu Xiaowu covered his chest, feeling as if he was in a dream world. The pale yellow sunlight remained on his pillow. It was like foxtail grass, gently scratching his temples. The effect was similar to hypnosis, a little bit. Little by little, it called him to sleep.
This is my sunset;
The yellow sand is so thick that it bends the sky. The lotus dog crawls in it, like a wolf in the wind and snow, carving out a feasible path. The khaki puppy is like a giant white-haired giant. Wolf, forge ahead on your own journey.
That one...
Guitar in the desert.
At this moment, Jin Yuan was waiting on the Star Alliance. He didn't know the dog and started his journey that took more than 500 days.
Green-yellow and orange-red intertwine, this is the world that the dog can see. Here, a more mature young man has come, and it has left its own guitar sound in this violent world.
"My journey was over and my tears told me that this friendship was over."
He was in the center of the sea, plucking the strings of the piano in his hand. In the yellow sand desert, he glanced at him from a distance. She hadn't seen him for a long time, but he could recognize his name at a glance.
The puppy, which had lost its shadow, was squatting in the wind and sand. It turned into a stone sculpture, completely dull.
Even if it hadn't heard his guitar a few times, that boy was his lingering haze, the shadow shrouding the sky, and his hottest treasure. The world seemed to exist because of him, and Died because of his departure.
His appearance penetrated his confusion and sentimentality, and his departure also ate up his soul like a dog. It seemed that nothing could cheer him up more than his appearance. The little dog had thought about the scene of meeting countless times. , but all ended in regret.
"I'm here to see you..."
The lotus root dog has no identity and just speaks some ordinary words.
long time no see.
"You haven't left this old continent yet." The young man had broken hair on his forehead and spoke in an almost comforting tone.
"How do you think I can bear it... You are the person who understands me best."
"I thought about it for a long time and realized that your heart is dead."
"Understood, and then... you didn't come to see me."
"Understood! I understand so well!"
"Then what? Isn't it still broken? You didn't even leave me any scraps. What's our relationship? It's different!" What the dog wanted to express, it stood up in excitement and spoke like a monkey, "Do you think you can just walk away like this?!"
"No, I can't bear you fighting alone."
"It's enough for you to be yourself. I'm not here to expose the scars. I don't deserve such a warm friendship." She laughed for a moment and waved her hand.
He has no emotions.
Lost, lost everything...
He smiled bitterly and fell into the yellow sand, just like an archaeologist, facing the ruins of the past, without any effective means except imagination. Things have changed and people have changed, and there are very few things left in our hands, which only adds to our worries.
"I know, that is your root, your dream, your life. Your childishness and innocence are all due to this paranoid fantasy, and I should be its guardian..."
"I broke it with my own hands and it has nothing to do with you." Sheo Ou Dog ate a small biscuit.
When a nostalgic person like him starts to delete records manually, it means that there is a deep gap between the past and the present. Between the new life, apart from identity, poverty and disappointment, there is nothing left to pass on. .
"I no longer have the courage. I stand by and watch everything in the world. I live like an old beast, cold-blooded and ruthless. I completely withdraw from those dangerous areas and package myself into qualified commodities.
"I don't come to you to bring up the past, to be a hero, to gain honors, to fulfill my ideals, to be childish again. I'm just a dog with a broken window in the house, looking for something to replace it. I made an electric arc to the manufacturer and asked about the original specifications and dimensions of the glass.”
The dog has a stable mood. It has uprooted everything in the past. Compared with the past, he has not failed at all. The only thing he is inferior to is his soul, which is the young man he can never forget.
"I know you are feeling very uncomfortable right now. I understand and understand your intentions. I also know that I want to do things that will satisfy you. Seeing how you can adjust your emotions back, I feel like I know you again." He is always young and shy, guarding his own bottom line.
"Haha..., what can I do? I can't do anything! I am still the fanatic who can only dream, all the light is dimming quickly, and those wills are rusty and moldy! I am empty!"
The dog still had the same eyes, but they seemed different.
These were his eyes from before, those were the eyes of a gambler who still had chips in his hand!
This face-to-face confrontation was a collision of the ambitions of two contemporary leaders of the shrimp tribe, but unfortunately, they were separated by a life and death time and space.
His sense of morality is gone, his bottom line and principles are abandoned, his persistence and madness are shattered, his ideals and future are deconstructed, his definition of life softens, his heart believes in sin, he His crown was quickly lost to time.
I had no idea how far you could go on this road;
It turns out that the so-called background is nothing more than meager.
Listening to the voice, the lotus dog looked at the building with bright eyes with disdain and hatred. It was a fisherman. He was dressed in rich clothes. I can't tell the details at the moment, but he is probably not the system holder. He should be someone else. form of the fourth natural disaster.
Can you hear it?
In the sky, the young man who took over the assassination mission turned his eyes curiously. It was obvious that he had not yet reacted. After all, the khaki puppy in front of him did not seem to be worthy of attention.
Destiny?
His pupils narrowed slightly, and then he stopped guessing too much.
As we all know, the Southern Territory is a region with strict energy margin assessment, because the Eye of Pursuing Ming gives limited freedom, and anything can be compromised and traded, provided that you can afford the price and give a reason, so the Southern Territory There is no shortage of miracles, nor is there any lack of confusing transitions.
The sound of the guitar was far away, and the lotus dog endured the nausea and continued to move forward. The angler in mid-air frowned, not knowing how to assassinate him. After all, he suddenly came from the third space, the so-called darkness, to the bright surface. There is no doubt that as far as the "assassination" is concerned, he failed.
Kill or leave?
The changes caused by this encounter forced the angler into a corner in an instant. At this moment, he truly understood that risks and benefits are two sides of the same silver coin. When dealing with the fourth natural disaster, no one can take advantage. Ideas should not be left to chance.
The angler thought for a long time, and suddenly he felt like a passive person who had eaten too much and was lured to the agency by countless advantages.
To kill or not?
