Double ten

It turned out that this was the reason why he insisted on writing more light-hearted articles despite his heart full of grief.

"I understand." With a big hand, rubbing changed to stroking, Xia Chengfeng's eyes darkened, "You are not happy, so you want more people to be happy."

"Yeah." Nodding, giving him a rewarding look, Mu Feng looked at the big banyan tree outside the window, and said softly, "In this way, he (she) will replace me and continue to be happy."

'Be tolerant to diversity, tolerance is a virtue. '

He once thought about telling the world about his sorrow, letting everyone know the sins he has suffered and the hardships he has gone through, but what do you get in exchange for this?

pity?mercy?ridicule……

He doesn't need them, these can't be exchanged for what he lost, so what's the use of them?

He is not a saint either, and he cannot help others with a big heart when others hurt him.

On the contrary, he is selfish, cold, and ruthless.

He hides himself in the shell, free from outside interference, and he does not disturb the outside world. Living on the earth with billions of people, he is a grain of rice dust, with him and without him, it seems that there is no difference.

But, it is different after all, as long as you exist in this world, there will always be your role and your mission.

When he found himself useful, he accidentally wrote a joke and posted it on a social networking site. What he didn't expect was that the account with zero fans attracted countless likes and dozens of comments under this joke. comments.

"Hahaha, interesting couple!"

"Ah, so cute. The author is big, is it just a joke? It's a pity~"

"Looks good, it would be great if it was written as a long story..."

"..."

Comments are nothing but compliments.

Through a funny joke, he realizes that he can bring happiness to others.

Although, I am not happy.

At that time, he was immersed in boundless grief, updating "Gathering Nightmare".

It was this awareness that made him suddenly realize that he is of some use to this society.

A person who has committed a crime not only brings trouble to the society, but can also do some trivial things for the society.

"Picking Nightmare", a day like a nightmare, it is time to end its mission, and it will sink into the black pool forever, without seeing the light of day.

Since then, he has been obsessed with writing the plot of he essays. Whenever he sees those loving comments and someone loves his works, he feels that if he can express it in one word, it must be 'worth it'.

He is a grain of rice dust, but he is a 'useful' grain of rice dust.

Xia Chengfeng doesn't care about his desire to be recognized by others. What is more important than life?

"You can take care of yourself, why should you take care of other people's feelings? You can't take care of yourself, so why bother?"

He wants him to live well and live well, and he doesn't care about other things, he doesn't care.

Caressing his angry handsome face with a cold hand, Mu Feng felt more guilt than love for this man, "I withdraw the accusation against Lin Xuan, you have a grudge, right?"

The man looks like 'you know it', which makes him feel that this man is very cute, how can he be as domineering as before?

"Are you still laughing? He treated you like that!" At this moment, Mu Feng couldn't understand again.

He was the one who was obviously injured, and he became the joke of thousands of people after dinner, and his reputation was completely ruined. One can imagine how terrible the personal attacks brought about by it were.

He forgives that person, and he will never forgive.

How could he not know what Xia Chengfeng was worried about.

Nowadays, with the advancement of Internet technology, a little bit of Xingmozi's affairs will be infinitely magnified by those who are interested, let alone such a big incident?He knows all the negative news about him on the Internet.

The established things cannot be changed, and he accepts them calmly.

A person like him who has committed crimes cannot be washed away in his lifetime, so what if he adds another one, what is more unacceptable, more heinous, and abhorrent than killing others?

The only thing he couldn't accept was that his nephew was involved.

The nephew was right, it was all his fault.

It is his punishment to find that he is seriously ill and cannot be cured for a long time.

Mu Feng thought about it, and the burden on his shoulders became a lot lighter. He continued to ramble, "He has hatred in his heart. If the hatred cannot be eliminated, it will not be the destruction of others, but himself."

"What I have done is an important factor in changing the trajectory of his life. I have the right to hate him for doing these things?"

"In this world, there are so many unfortunate people. If possible, one less unfortunate person would be a blessing?"

"I'm just doing what I think is right."

He somewhat missed the old man in prison, the man who was not related by blood, but was willing to help him for free in such an environment.

Look, there are still good people in this world.

"People, just be yourself. What you do is worthy of your own conscience..."

This is what the old man said, and he has always remembered it.

Do what is worthy of your conscience and what you think is right.Making more people happy is what he thinks is worthy of his conscience.

Time is so long, time is so short.Unknowingly, more than a month passed, and at the beginning of October, Mu Feng's illness suddenly broke out, and it was menacing...

hospital.

Xia Chengfeng received a notice to prepare for his funeral.

Enduring his grief and not being able to fall down, he made a decision that no one could have imagined.

Ward.

The person on the bed was lying there quietly, with a medical needle inserted into the back of his bruised hand for infusion, and his mouth and nose were covered to breathe oxygen under an oxygen mask.After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes, saw the person waiting clearly, and smiled faintly.

Before the smile could be taken back, his stomach was turned upside down, and he pulled off the oxygen mask and lay on the side of the bed retching.

Feeling sick and unable to vomit, since I entered the hospital I haven't eaten for nine days, how can I vomit?

Relying on drugs to maintain biological functions is not a long-term matter, and a greater part is supported by his willpower.

He hadn't waited for that person yet, and Hades couldn't accept him.

"Is there... news about Xiaoan?" He asked dozens of times every day, and he took the trouble.

The man's eyeballs were protruding, the fundus of his eyes was black and blue, his muscles were dehydrated severely, and his wrinkles were dry and inelastic. This is what a person in his 30s should look like?

Xia Chengfeng helped him to lie down, and put him on oxygen again, but he refused, knowing that it was practical but uncomfortable, so he let him feel more comfortable, so he gave up.

Raising his hand to gently touch his forehead, he took his temperature with his hand, and seeing his expectant eyes, Xia Chengfeng shook his head weakly.

No news, or no news at all. He checked all the places. He even sent missing person information on the radio, newspapers, and news, but he couldn't find Ryan.

Ryan, show up quickly, otherwise, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

Knowing that there was no news, the man closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep again. He called him, "Xiaofeng..."

Seeing him open his eyes and ask silently, Xia Chengfeng smiled at him, took out the small box he had prepared from his bosom, opened it, took out a men's ring, and put it on his middle finger.

As if being electrocuted, Mu Feng withdrew his hand and lay on his side with difficulty.

"What's wrong?" Xia Chengfeng walked around to the other side of the bed and asked him.

Mu Feng closed his eyes and didn't answer.

Kneeling on one knee, holding the ring in his hand, Xia Chengfeng said seriously, "Marry me, Mu Feng."

"Do you know what you are doing?" It was difficult to say this sentence, Mu Feng was breathing heavily, his chest heaving and falling.

"I know. I'm proposing to someone I like."

"Senior, go find someone else..."

"No, I only love you, I only like you, I can't fall in love with others. Xiaofeng, give me a chance, okay?"

"...I look like this..."

"What's wrong with this look? You are still you, my little wind."

"I am male."

"I don't fucking care about that. Let me ask you, do you like me?"

"…dislike.

The word 'no' was forced back, and there was a moist and hot touch on the lips, soft and warm.

"If you don't tell me, I'll take it as if you agreed." Putting the ring on for him, and then putting on another one for himself, Xia Chengfeng interlocked his fingers, and said lapily, "You've already kissed me. Be responsible to me."

Whoever kissed, it was obviously you who kissed, and you are responsible for it.Mu Feng stared at him, seeing how sad he was when he played slippery, the words of refusal got stuck in his throat, unable to utter.

"Would you blame me for not having a wedding?"

"Strange." Only strange.

"Would it make you uncomfortable if you didn't notify your relatives and friends?"

"Hmph." The notification would be even more uncomfortable.

"In ancient times, people had to drink a cup of wine. I'm sorry, I forgot."

"Oh." Can he still drink now?

"After drinking the cup of wine, the one who wants that..."

"..." He looks like an old man, are you sure you can do it?

"Baby, you have to remember me, don't forget me."

"Nicky." His mother never called him that.

……

The two snuggled up to each other on the hospital bed, talking to each other, it was like spending their bridal night.

Take the precepts as the coal, the heart as the benefactor, and the emperor's land as the evidence. From now on, you are my man, no matter where the future is or where you are going.

Death, you are also my ghost, not a lonely ghost.

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Tomorrow is the end, the extra episode is about Lin Xuan (good night~