The road to death of the thesis case

The copywriter stood at the door and took a deep look at the house. A large truck sped by, and the copywriter smiled. He didn't take the card~ Lu Mo, I didn't make it dirty~

After a long time of despair, the copywriter closed his eyes, why didn't he cry?The tears have already dried up.Thinking of the past, who is your favorite person?It must not be me, I just give up and get hurt alone.Now, is it too late?

But, it's too late...

Yan Yangchu is good, smiling like a flower.The copywriter saw the two children and laughed.The copywriter puffed up his cheeks, looked at the handsome Lu Mo, and licked the lollipop.Lu Mo stepped forward, kissed him, took his hand, and walked into the distance.

"Which middle school do you want to take?" The copywriter was carrying a backpack, looking like a little adult.

"I'm going to take the No. [-] middle school exam." Lu Mo smiled with gentle eyebrows.

"Okay! Then I will study hard." The boy ran behind the copywriter.

The copywriter stretched out his hand, and through the boy's body, the copywriter looked at his hand and was stunned.

"Lu Mo! I like you!" The young man blushed, looking at the cold young man in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I refuse" the boy refused coldly.

The copywriter squinted his eyes, 20 years of companionship.

"Who the hell do you think you are!" The man swung his gentle hand heavily, hitting the face of the person below him.

The light is very warm, but it can't warm the heart.

I promise my whole life, my whole life, just to hug you, just to... it's over...

The memory is over, Lu Mo, I don't ask for anything, I just want warmth, not money, just because I don't lack.Now, I am powerless to ask.

Big trucks run over, emergency bells in the emergency room, people's noises, the sound of anesthesia.

The copywriter thought he was dead, the sun was shining, the copywriter was floating, people were laughing, crying, sweet, the copywriter was dead, he couldn't laugh, he couldn't cry anymore.

He went back to the house, and it suddenly occurred to him that there seemed to be no other place for him to go except this.

Lu Mo is still the same Lu Mo, he doesn't know his death, he doesn't know everything.

"Today is my birthday?" Lu Mo looked at the calendar in a daze.The copywriter knows that he has already ordered a birthday gift for Lu Mo, two years...

"Ding dong" the doorbell rang, and Lu Mo walked to the door. It was a courier brother, and he smiled, "Happy birthday, this is what your lover wrote, so happy."

Lu Mo took the gift and said to the courier brother, "We are not lovers"

The courier boy was stunned, "Obviously you guys look a good match..."

Lu Mo closed the door, looked at the gift box in his hand, and smiled. The copywriter didn't know what it meant, and he didn't need to understand it.

In fact, the taste of death is okay, it doesn't hurt, it's like being in the deep sea.

The copywriter smiled slightly, and gently stroked Lu Mo's cheek, even though he couldn't feel "Lu Mo, I'm very vulgar, but loving you may be the most correct decision I've made in my life"

Lu Mo frowned tightly, and threw the gift box in his hand casually, "If you have the ability to give it yourself, who cares?"

The copywriter smiled inclusively, floating in the air at will, "I'm already a ghost, I haven't been taken away by Hades."

It's all because of you, my obsession, I stayed here, a lonely ghost, no destination, no reincarnation, I am not a sinner, I am not a saint, it is all because of you.

A slip of paper slipped out of the gift box saying "Happy Birthday".

Lu Mo stared at the piece of paper, stunned for a while, the familiar handwriting, and there was no one around him.

Opening the gift box is a book, the first published book of the copywriter, which is very meaningful.

The copywriting fell silent. That book was written for Lu Mo, and it contained love, so it is useless now.

Lu Mo gently held the book, and walked out of Ming Min from the room. Ming Min was wearing very thin clothes, and it was easy to see the little red fruit.

They stuck close together, and the wind and clouds swept through.

Lu Mo was smoking a cigarette with Ming Min on his arm.

Ming Min is sleeping soundly, so harmonious, maybe someone is a natural match, the same tacit understanding, this is destined.

The copywriter suddenly wanted to cry, "Fuck you, I can't beat you... What else do you want?"

Lu Mo casually put on his underwear, got out of bed, took out his mobile phone, and called the copywriter.

"The phone you dialed is turned off, please leave a message if you have anything to do." Lu Mo was stunned, this was the first time he called the copywriter.

The copywriter laughed, but unfortunately, he is already dead, and he clearly dreamed of it, but now he is so ironic.

Lu Mo went back again, looked at Ming Min on the bed, and smiled dotingly.

The copywriter knew that Lu Mo really liked him.

Obviously, I knew Lu Mo first, but I fell in love with him.

I walked every part of the road by myself without anyone to accompany me. I thought I was not alone, but I woke up from the dream.

Looking at you now, it seems that many years have passed, with deep love and deep memories.

I dare not look back, I am afraid that my heart will soften and I am not willing to leave you behind.

The copywriter smiled slightly, I will become an evil ghost, I will not let you go, I will kill whoever you fall in love with.

The copywriter looks at the crystal clear nails, I have no heart to feel compassion for sentient beings~

Knives gleamed in the kitchen.

"Ah, it's raining." The copywriter squinted his eyes.

How long can we love someone?Forever, forever, or to love you with all my might?

To love you across mountains and mountains, to love you across thousands of years, to break away from the world to love you.We have heard so many love legends that we forget how to embrace the love in life.

——It’s delicious when I miss you

The author has something to say:

Turn on black mode