The road to death of the thesis case

Butterflies condensed and shattered, different dimensions, different voices, eyes turned white in an instant, shattered!

"It hurts..." The copywriter supported his waist and grinned.

"Do you know it hurts now? Why did you go yesterday?" Chuchen held the ointment, feeling icy.

"I met Lu Mo yesterday, and he fucked me up." The copywriter smiled, really lonely.

"Tsk...you're really, cheap." Chu Chen put away her smile and said indifferently.

"That's the only way I can keep him. Otherwise, I told him that I don't love him, so I regretted it a bit." The copywriter didn't stop laughing.

"No matter what, you still have to live. Take your ass and live well for me." Chuchen stuffed the ointment into the copywriter's hand and said sideways.

"Your concern is really cute." The copywriter played with the ointment, spinning and flying.

The tree branches outside the window exude the charm of life, but unfortunately no one appreciates it.

The leaves are falling, the pearls are falling, and the scenery is bleak at this time.The moon shadow on the painting building is cold, the west wind blows the curtain, thinking about the past. ——Li Cunxu

"Moses, Moses~" The bell rang, and the copywriter picked it up.

"Hello?" The copywriter greeted him casually.

"Hello... copywriter..." came the weak subwoofer.

The copywriter was in a hurry, "Lu Mo? Lu Mo! What's wrong with you? Hold on..."

"Help……"

"What's the matter, tell me...you don't want to die..." the copywriter cried anxiously, and the tears fell down like money. When he thought that such a weak Lu Mo might never see him again, he felt a little desperate.

"Xinlong Street Crossroad... There is a hospital here... Didi Di" the phone hung up.

The sound of the water is very loud, and the sound of the rain is penetrated, which makes people feel palpitating, but it is also reassuring.

Lu Mo said that he likes rainy days the most, because when it rained when he was a child, his parents would come back.

"Where are you going?" Chuchen stopped the anxious copywriter.

"Hospital, Lu Mo, Lu Mo is in danger..." The copywriter's eyes were blurred with tears.

"Who said you have to live a good life?" Chuchen looked at the copywriting, and heard that her heart was broken and bonded again, the pain was so painful that she couldn't extricate herself.

"Don't stop me!" The copywriter slipped through Chuchen's hands.

"You go! Don't come back after you leave! I don't know you!" Chuchen didn't look back, but his spine was trembling slightly.

"Chuchen, thank you." The copywriter suddenly calmed down, and said with a smile, but it was a pity that he was alienated.

I don't know who it is, playing the sad pure music, gently, flowing into my heart.

The early morning was shrouded in darkness, he raised his head and closed his eyes, "It seems that I can't make it up to you..."

Phone flickers in the dark 'Father is calling'

The copywriter is leaning against the window of the taxi, outside the window is the neon sunset, and the traffic is like a river.

In fact, everyone is alone, right?Although there is happiness, it will always disappear.

The rain is so heavy, but it can't wash away the dust in my heart. In fact, it's not that I don't love, it's just that time buries everything.

The copywriter hurried into the hospital and saw the silent one.Lu Mo, he seems to be a few years older, and his aura has become more mature.

The copywriter hugged Lu Mo, "Are you okay? It's fine..."

Lu Mo tore open the copy, his eyes full of hope, "The copy... the copy please, save Mingmin, please..."

The copywriter was silent, and he suddenly laughed, his eyes were curved, the corners of his mouth were raised, but he was so lonely "Why?",

"I beg you, I promise to give you five years." Lu Mo tightly grabbed the corner of the copywriter's clothes.

In silence, Lu Mo's hope gradually dimmed, and his hands gradually lowered.

"Okay." The copywriter narrowed his eyes like a stealing cat.

The copywriter saw that the sparks in Lu Mo's eyes lit up again.

Lu Mo, you really, really love Mingmin... Mingming, I was the one who met you first...

"Doctor! Doctor..."

The copywriter was happy at the moment before his consciousness disappeared. He donated his kidney.

Everything seems to be back to the original point, still smelling of wormwood and disinfectant.

The copywriter's face was pale, like a porcelain doll that would shatter when touched.

"I promise you, five years, I will say goodbye." Lu Mo looked at the copywriting.

"Okay..." The copywriter smiled, like a child, he abandoned the usual evil spirit, really like this age.

The copywriter is 22 this year, and Lu Mo is 25. After five years, they may really have no intersection.

"Lu Mo, let me catch you some more time..." The copywriter closed his eyes, maybe he is not a good son, not a good student, or a good person, but at this moment, he is a dedicated lover .

"Ming Min, goodbye..." Lu Mo kissed the quiet boy's forehead, and reluctantly left the room.This was the last time they had seen each other in years.

Lu Mo would never allow himself to defile the boy.

"Here you come? Hug me." The copywriter smiled coquettishly, her red lips raised, her peach eyes and tear moles were particularly dazzling.

The author has something to say:

It's time to fuck!