The seventh rule of the male god

—Hell sees, heaven crashes in heaven.

After taking out the bullet from his arm, Yun Changfeng bit down the gauze with his teeth and wrapped it around the wound quickly, it was already a common practice to treat the wound.

Fortunately, the position of the bullet was not in any special position this time, otherwise there would have been two bullets in his arm.

"They failed this time, so it's probably going to stop for a while." The helicopter had been replaced by May, and San Mu leaned on the seat of the plane, lighting a lady's cigarette with a lighter, her beautiful face looming in the smog.

Yiliang was lying down and resting with his eyes closed, but his fingers were imitating the use of various new weapons. Yun Changfeng glanced at it, and could probably guess the height of the bulge and the design deviation based on his movements. Tie a knot, and said lightly: "NC57."

"Wrong, it's NC58." San Tomb looked up at Yiliang's movement, denied the opening, and spit out a cloud of mist, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely charming.

Yiliang made a gesture of shooting above the helicopter, opened his eyes, and said coldly: "NC57."

Yun Changfeng smiled, put on the windbreaker, leaned on the seat imitating San Tomb's movement, relaxed his body, and put all his strength into it.

The third tomb stubbed out the cigarette butt, and a faint white smoke rose from the ashtray: "People in couple clothes naturally help each other."

The windbreakers all have the same purpose, and they are always the same. The black windbreakers worn by both of them are similar to each other at a closer look.

Yun Changfeng shook his body and frowned, not only him, but also Yiliang and Sanmu——

Because the whole helicopter was tilted at an angle, and then turned back.

Yun Changfeng saw the endless dark sea and rocky islands.

"What's the matter with you, Wu Yue?" San Tomb steadied himself, looking dissatisfied at Wu Yue in the driver's seat.

Yiliang frowned, still as calm as the abyss and mountain stream: "May."

Wuyue looked back, met Shang Yiliang's eyes without realizing it, and then looked at Yun Changfeng, her lily-like pure eyes slightly bent, and raised an innocent smile: "Sorry, my hand slipped one time."

Who would believe it——

The four discussed everything after parking on the tarmac, and then quickly parted ways. No one showed too much reluctance. After all, the looser the sand, the rarer it is.

They are facing the arrest of the Interpol, and no one wants to face the empty cell, there is only one hour of wind time a day, and there is a small window in the cell, and the sunlight will only come in at noon, that way—— Damn This is not the life everyone in kf should live.

Their lives should be like elegant gentlemen and criminals, playing with life and life, wanton when they rise, and leave a lot of mysteries for you to guess when they rise and fall.

Yuan Chengguang's concert tour will pass through 28 countries, with two concerts in each country, a total of [-] concerts.

Every concert is packed with fans, and a concert ticket is fired up to a sky-high price. All major entertainment headlines are without exception Yuan Chengguang's name. His name is like a weathervane, always leading the fashion with the trend.

"In this world, there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it..."

The opening remarks are very simple, and the lingering sound is like the trembling of the end of a violin, leaving nothing but loneliness and sadness.

This is the last of 28 games.The stage was circular, surrounded by fans, spreading out layer by layer, and the electronic screen lit up first.

It was Yuan Chengguang's gentle side face.

All the lights were dimmed, and the stage was dark except for the dim light on the electronic screen.

"ThisismyDecember, ThisismyDecember, Thisismytimefortheyear..."

Gentle gravel-like voice, light mist, light hoarseness, ethereal, solitude and coldness—the snow-covered street, the white birch trees on both sides are bare and snow-covered, the road is long and long, and the sky is transparent blue.

This is my December.

It's the best time of my year.

A beam of light suddenly fell and hit Yuan Chengguang.

He is playing the piano, with a white shirt and black trousers, black hair drooping slightly, eyelashes half drooping, beautiful in melancholy, with a black and white piano, his fingers are lightly moving and making beautiful tones.Different kind of delicate and delicate.

Even if the next syllable can be guessed every time and is played by Yuan Chengguang, there is still a kind of ethereal and superior beauty that is caught off guard.

Pure, warm, isolated and remote.

Yun Changfeng sat quietly in the first row, listening to the song quietly. He was wearing a white sweater, playing with a string of giant clam beads in his hand, showing a quiet, indifferent, lonely expression breath.

A French woman next to her burst into tears while listening to the song, and wiped her tears with a tissue from time to time. Yun Changfeng took out a white handkerchief and handed it to her.

The woman took the handkerchief without thanking her, and wiped her tears. After a while, she looked at Yuan Chengguang on the stage, and said softly: "I liked him very much when I was young, and I have liked him for so long, I have been growing up It's changed, but it feels like he's still like this, as if he's always been the same, nothing changed from when he was young, so natural, atmospheric, perfect—"

She spoke a series of French, rolling her tongue and every turn was addictive, and continued: "This is the first time I come to his concert, and I think it will be the last time, because, I want to say goodbye to that The boy who keeps appearing in my dreams, I can no longer love him with all my heart—I'm getting married—”

French people, especially French women, always have such a romantic heart that goes through fire and water.

"No matter what—" Yun Changfeng said in the shock of the woman, and smiled slightly: "You will be happy."

The woman thought that he could not understand French, so she had the courage to say everything, but after telling everything, you will find out how much you need a foreigner who can understand your language.

In the end, Yuan Chengguang sang "Shape of my heart". He took the microphone, changed the decadent and gorgeous style of the bar that day, leaned on the piano, unbuttoned the first shirt button, and met Yun Changfeng in the air. At the same time, the sky blue eyes are more transparent than the pastoral sky.

Yun Changfeng heard the other party's voice like gravel.

... But that is not the shape of my heart.

—but that's not the shape of my heart.

After the concert, Yun Changfeng came backstage, Yuan Chengguang was drinking water, saw him, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Long time no see."

"Indeed." Yun Changfeng curled his lips and said, "You just found the concert tickets I gave you this morning—there is an old saying in China that says not seeing each other every day is like three autumns. Do the math, we haven't seen each other for more than a year." .”

Yuan Chengguang raised his head and drank a few more sips of water, and sang continuously for two hours, his throat was very dry, he smiled slyly: "I heard that this is used on lovers, you agreed to my pursuit of 99 roses ?"

"If you could send me 99 roses at nine o'clock in the morning every day for nine hundred and ninety-nine days—"

Yun Changfeng walked to the side while talking, there were a bunch of gifts there, the packaging was warm and delicate, it should be a gift from a fan, but... since it is a gift from a fan, according to Yuan Chengguang's level, it doesn't add up Can't fit a castle?

Seemingly seeing his doubts, Yuan Chengguang explained with a light smile, his voice was like moonlight falling into the bottom of the lake.

"I never accept gifts from fans at events, this is intended for the staff - of course, it was packaged by assistant Xiao Chen." At the end, Yuan Chengguang added: "I heard that you are on a fugitive tour? "

"I like these four words, escape, travel, how grand the four words are, playing a very old game, just like Laura, traveling in a labyrinth like deciphering, for life, for freedom—"

Yuan Chengguang asked back: "Desperate escape?"

"should be."

"Does that take a break? I think, well, I think you and I have never been enemies."

Yun Changfeng raised his head, met those sky-blue eyes, and occasionally lowered his eyebrows, which caused melancholy intoxication, and was too serious and sincere.

He knew—just pretending—

However, it is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger, and it is difficult to paint the bones when it is fake.

Yun Changfeng smiled——

"Very happy."

Yuan Chengguang drove Yun Changfeng around in his car, passing through the fashion street, where the twists and turns were getting farther and farther away from the bustling streets.

"Yuan Chengguang, you don't want to find a place where no one is around to kill people, do you?" Yun Changfeng joked while sitting in the passenger seat.

Yuan Chengguang turned the steering wheel with one hand, walked around a winding mountain road, and joked: "Even if I find a place where no one is around, I should rape first and then kill."

"...If it were me, I would kill first and then rape."

"..."

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Yun Changfeng unconsciously thought of the visual flow that he had learned before. At this moment, the car stopped suddenly, Yuan Chengguang's smile was still gentle, and there was an emotion that seemed to be close to distance between his eyebrows and eyes——

"arrive."

Yun Changfeng looked up.

The glazed roof and ivory body, accompanied by exquisite reliefs that are ready to come out, are independent in the quiet and beautiful forest, without destroying the roots, and complement each other with the tree frame, as if living in seclusion.

Taking a corner between heaven and earth has its own elegance and self-respect.

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【Eating Guide: Translation】

In this world, there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the others are getting it.

——In the world, there are two kinds of regrets, one is not getting what you want, and the other is getting it.