I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

The pain set me free for a moment.

I tried my best to push him away, so hard that I fell back on the ground with the stool.

But the legs are still not obedient.I moved back with difficulty, the bloodstains dragging out from under me like a strange python chasing me.I wanted to pull out the dagger in the boot shaft, but the paralysis had already reached my fingertips, and I almost touched the handle of the knife, but my finger joints couldn't bend.

That's too late.

Manjushri also got up, growing lotuses step by step, came to me and knelt down.

Puchi!I heard the sound of iron hooves breaking through the ice.

It was Manjusri who drew the golden knife.

Then he stabbed at me again.

My canthus was tearing apart: "No, don't..." With a twitching jerk, I grabbed the blade.

Unfortunately, the stalemate lasted only a moment.

The blade suddenly exploded with astonishing force, cutting through my palm like cutting paper.

That's right, this is the Huahui Gong that I personally taught him.

In the end, green out of blue is better than blue.

Every time I move back an inch, Manjushri follows up an inch.

He clings to me nostalgicly, I don't know if he is coveting the last bit of warmth, or using the weight of his body to stab the dagger deeper.

I have been through many life and death situations.In the past, the threat of death was the slap of wolf teeth whistling in my ears and the roaring Liezong River at my feet, but now it is a piece of ice that is trapped deep in my internal organs.

The golden knife was less than a palm long, but it made me feel hopeless and powerless like never before.

Are you really going to die today?

The blade has already broken through the line of defense in my palm and pierced into the soft flesh. What I am holding now is Manjusri's hand that is as cold as the blade: "Manjusri, Manjusri, stop..."

Manjusri's snow-white face was covered with two black tears. He put his forehead against mine and said softly, "My Lord is begging me? But why are you asking for someone? I have also begged my Lord, begging so many times. ,What is the use?"

Because I don't want to die.

My eyes were sore, and I almost burst into tears.

What should Shen Zhiwei do?What about my parents?What about those brothers who are hungry and want to fight for me?

No matter how ugly or worthless, I will run away.

I want to live.

I knocked him away, changed into a posture that made me stronger, and crawled towards the door.This turn will cause the knife to be pulled sideways in my stomach, but I can't care about it anymore.

Manjusri took the knife out.

Blood spattered on his face.The blood was very harsh in his eyes, but he seemed to have lost his instinct, and he didn't even blink.

He choked up and said, "Don't move. Lord, how much pain you have! You'll be fine soon."

I ignore him.

The body seems to be a burden.I was extremely anxious, why was I nailed to the spot without moving even though the door was so close?

Then something slipped out of my sleeve.

The little black thing spun around and stopped next to my bloody palm.

It was the Wanhua torch left to me by Ying Xiaolu on the night of sworn marriage, and I kept it with me as a thought.

The pain became more and more blunt.Manjushri's knife again made me feel like I was hit on the waist.

I turned sideways and flicked the trigger on the torch in his direction.

An inconspicuous gray dart brushed past Manjusri's face, broke a few strands of his messy hair, and flew to nowhere.

Nothing happened.

This action almost drained my blood, and I lay on my back, looking at the ceiling.

The falling hair parted Manjushri's spirit slightly, he gently took the torch from my hand, his face full of compassion: "You are..."

boom!

The patch of red top I was looking up suddenly turned into a brighter and more vivid red.The red smeared like blood, filling the entire field of vision in an instant.

The place where Manjusri's face was rubbed by the little dart was also a little red.

He suddenly dropped the knife, covered his face and howled.

The fire is on.

Sparks rushed towards my face, I squeezed the soil under my body, and the yellow sand filled the cracks in my nails.I felt as if I were lying in a rain of fire.I felt as if I had fled into the night, and no one could catch up with me.

I felt like I was not moving.

Instead of falling into darkness, I fell into splendor.

I don't know how long it took, but the surrounding area was always so bright until Houyi shot down Jiuyang.

The great hero stood with his hands behind his back, trying to hide his right hand that was cut by the bowstring.

The dead sun fell, wolves ran on the ground, and the wind blew thousands of doors to slam together.

I chose a familiar glass door and got in.

This is the door of my company.

It was still early and the employees hadn't come to work yet.The sun shines from between the two skyscrapers, like an office worker carefully borrowing the elevator from between two big men with gold chains, carefully sneaking into the cubicle.

I tripped over something, bent down to pick up the U-shaped lock that was removed from the ground, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the terrible things are not real, and everything will return to normal.

My partner, Crab, was standing at the door of the meeting room, gloating over his misfortune.

I raised the lock: "Retarded, you XJB lost something..."

He said, "You broke up with Sissy?"

Sissy?

My heart skipped a beat.

Sissy is my ex-girlfriend and crab's Ome.

"What did she say?" I hurriedly argued, "We both died of natural causes, nothing happened."

Sissy is a good girl, well-groomed and well-educated.Just when I went there, I felt that spring was blooming, but it didn't take long for me to feel that I still owed something.

What do you owe?

I owe a little worry about gains and losses, and I owe a little lard to cover my heart.She glanced at each other, her heart trembled slightly, and she still wanted to put her to bed even if there was a lot of noise.

This love is only [-]% full.The rest of the three-pointer was not tightened like a screw, and it was wobbly and frightening.

I once peeked at Sissy in the flickering light of a movie theater, and asked myself: Is this the girl for the rest of my life?

This question is driving me crazy.

I turned my head and stared back at the screen, and found that the farthest future I was willing to think about was whether I would eat hot pot for dinner today.

Until one day when I came home from get off work, I found that the towel toothbrush that Sissy occasionally used to stay overnight with me and the Rilakkuma I gave her were gone.

I stood there for a long time, but in the end I didn't make the call to ask her why.

The whole story needs to be known to Brother Xie, he must roll up his sleeves and shout, what do you owe? !I see that you are short of draws!What more do you want? !

I suddenly felt refreshed.

what do i want?

Didn't I find it?

The crab asked provocatively: "It's my birthday tonight, Sissy will definitely come. What are your plans?"

I coughed: "I'll go too. It's just a little embarrassing. I want to bring someone to explain to you. A man."

Coming out of the closet is the same thing, I am not worried at all, on the contrary, I am a little happy.

He dismissed it with disdain: "Fuck off!"

I took out my mobile phone and untied the earphone cable: "I really have a boyfriend. If you don't believe me, I'll ask him to call you."

The crab looked terrified.

I unlock it, but my finger is hovering over the screen.

What's Shen Shiwei's phone number?

I am good at reciting numbers, and even remember the numbers of several takeaway restaurants that the company often calls. How could I not remember his phone number?

I shook my hand and clicked on the phone book.

Hundreds of people were rushing towards me like koi begging for food, where is the word "Shen Shiwei"?

I frantically scrolled up and down the phone book.Something is sticking to the screen, and the more I wipe it, the dirtier it gets.

It was fishy and red.

I slipped my hand and the phone bounced to the ground.

I quickly squatted down, the blood gushing from my stomach covered the floor and made waves on the wall.I plunged my hand into the sea of ​​blood, and the gleaming knife swam in the blood, cutting my palm to the bone.

But I must find the phone.

It's the most important thing in the world.

I must make the call to Shen Shiwei.

What woke me up was a constant buzzing in my ears.

I opened my swollen eyes and was surprised to find that the sky was dark green.It took me a while to realize that I was looking at a bed net.

At this moment, my chest and abdomen hurt like the whole person was broken in two, and the two pieces were put on the fire again.

The only thing that seems to move is the head.But I twisted my neck as much as I could, and all I could see was a low table beside the bed.There are bottles and cans piled up with things, and a crumpled dress is draped sloppily.

It's not like anywhere I've ever been.

I closed my eyes, gathered my strength, and finally managed to retrieve a hand.

It hurt like hell no matter what, so I just waved this arm and fumbled under the quilt and pillow.

The hinge rang, and someone pushed the door open.

Meeting my eyes, he stopped and grabbed the door frame.

And I stopped looking for the phone, only to feel very happy: "Shen Shiwei?"