No choice

"Don't pretend to be lofty, you still miss your friend, he is also a man, what's his name, Shi Yang" he laughed mockingly after speaking.

Zhaoli, without saying a word, kicked his chin off, and then stomped on his neck. Now he feels that using a steel wire, a joke, can't solve his heart at all, only hatred, the only way is to feel it with his body Knowing his death is the correct way.

Xing Lang was also stunned by Cheng Yaojin who was killed halfway, and before he could react, that person was about to die, so he quickly pulled him away, Zhaoli.

"It's not worth it to take his life"

Zhaoli struggled, saw the timing, approached him, and gave him a hard blow to his injured leg.

With a scream, the client's leg reversed, Xing Lang paused for a moment, Zhaoli broke free with one hand, grabbed the iron rod of the person next to him, and smashed it like a thigh that had been reversed, with such force that it lasted for a long time. Xing Lang, who had been on the battlefield, knew that the joint designation was smashed to pieces, and the crippled designation was made.

"Help me!" Xing Lang shouted, and hurriedly grabbed Zhaoli again, and the other two hurried over to help, and together they took Zhaoli away.

Zhaoli didn't know how the matter was handled. Anyway, the police didn't find him. Xing Lang came to see him in the hut every day. Zhaoli knew that everyone in the company knew about it. It was impossible for him to go back. What he regretted was that he dragged Shi Yang in again, although no one on his side knew him.Although, maybe for a lifetime, there will be no more intersections.

Zhaoli told Xing Lang that he was leaving, and Xing Lang wanted to send him off, but he refused.Say goodbye to each other, and drink, eat, drink and have fun together.

"Shi Yang, give Zhaoli a call, I don't think he's doing well recently." Bai Luo contacted Shi Yang.

He called Zhaoli several times, but Zhaoli didn't answer, and occasionally replied on WeChat, "I didn't hear that. I'm busy now, I have time to call you"

This is not Zhaoli's handling style. He usually calls back. It seems that he doesn't want to talk.

Zhaoli, tidy everything up, he's tired and doesn't want to struggle with his fate anymore, when he said to leave, he really wanted to leave.

"How's it going?" Shi Yang asked over the phone.

"Very good, how about you?" Zhaoli felt that this was also a kind of luck, to be able to receive a call from Shi Yang at this time.

"It's okay, we are really traveling together," Shi Yang said, he could still feel the slight difference in Zhaoli.

"I'm sure everything will be fine with you," Zhao Li said.In fact, I want to say, thank you for calling me at this time, and I feel less lonely when I leave.

"Are you really okay?" Shi Yang was a little worried.

"It's okay, it's just, I'm so tired." Zhaoli sighed, he really felt, so tired, living so tired.

"Don't push yourself too hard. You just have to be honest with any boss. You have to learn to relax yourself. Without you, they can still operate." Shi Yang said. He returned to his hometown and took all the places Zhaoli had led him to. As he walked away, he could remember everything, felt sorry for Zhaoli even more, and believed that he always brought him bad luck.

"Well, it feels right." Zhaoli felt that he was just a speck of dust that had been wandering for too long, and it was time for him to turn dust into dust.

"I'll see you after a while," Shi Yang said, still worried.

"Don't forget to bring flowers," said Zhaoli.

"Is this a joke?" Shi Yang said deliberately, it was obviously a joke, he even heard Zhaoli's chuckle, but it didn't feel right.

"The best, white poppies, smell good," Zhaoli said, white poppies represent forgetting.

"It's so special, I remember it, don't worry, I will take it with me," Shi Yang joked.

When Xing Lang received a call from Shi Yang, he didn't think about the details of how he knew his phone number. He just used the fastest speed to come to Zhaoli's house and pry open the door of Zhaoli's room. At this time, Zhaoli was already exhausted. But he could feel that someone came in, then Xing Lang shouted quickly, and then he was carried out, and he didn't remember anything.

In the corridor of the hospital, Shi Yang looked at Zhaoli's paintings. This was the third day since Zhaoli was rescued.Zhaoli didn't want to take this book away, and he couldn't bear to burn it, so he put it on the shelf at will, and wrote the story of himself and him. Every piece was accompanied by exquisite illustrations. Shi Yang's heart ached.

"I am greedy for life and afraid of death, so I believe that there are past and present lives" was written on the last page, surrounded by so many white poppies.

Shi Yang knows that if there is an afterlife, he wants to forget everything about this life.

Bai Luoyi and Luo Jixin both arrived the next day, as did Shi Yang, who found the book when he helped Zhaoli get his clothes at night.

Now, Shi Yang strode out of the hospital, and when he came back, he had an extra handful of forget-me-nots in his hand.

When Bai Luo and the others saw Shi Yang's return, they all withdrew.

"We want to take a good look at the beautiful scenery, after all, we have to pay a lot of money to come here," Bai Luo teased, and he was the last one to leave.

"It's not this kind of flower that I want." Zhaoli smiled as if she just had a cold.

"The one you want is sold out, let's just go with it." Shi Yang casually inserted it into the water glass.

"It's still fake," Zhaoli said in disgust.

"Don't worry about it, it will always bloom, how nice"

"You can be discharged from the hospital right away, and then go back with me, and you don't need to change careers." Shi Yang continued, sitting next to Zhaoli's bed.

"I can't serve a leader like you," Zhaoli joked. He hasn't figured out how to continue living.

"It's not that you haven't been served before, I don't think I made things difficult for you at that time." Shi Yang looked at Zhaoli with a smile and said.

Then, watching Zhaoli's eyes widen in surprise.

"Shi Yang, that's great, you remembered." Zhao Li grabbed Shi Yang's hand.

I will never forget again, because I like forget-me-nots, no matter what, forget-me-nots that will not wither.