After breaking up the engagement, Slag Gong is really sweet to White Swan

When He Mingfeng appeared in front of the public again, he was haggard and haggard, as if he had been shot badly. He was wearing a long black cape and a pair of leather gloves. There was a light blue stubble on his chin. Amber Under the hazy winter sky, the light brown eyes looked pale and empty, without any spirit.

The military hospital was surrounded by reporters. Shen Liangyue, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was sitting in front of the screen watching the live broadcast.Soldiers with guns fend off the rushing reporters. In the short distance of a few hundred meters from the hospital gate to the car, He Mingfeng clearly walks in the middle of the crowd and is the focus of everyone's attention, but he lowers his eyes. Turning a blind eye, the corners of the cloak were fluttered by the cold wind, making every step of him look particularly lonely, as if walking in a wilderness with cold wind.

With just one glance, Shen Liangyue was sure that He Mingfeng must have been to the cemetery, and his black cloak might be mourning for their child.The reporters couldn't interview the marshal who got in the car and left, and the TV station began to broadcast the previous interview clips. The much older He Jun said coldly: "I don't know if he was shot, and I don't care. I only have one son now." Screenshot Turning around, it was He Zhijie's smirking face, with a familiar sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth: "My dear brother, I hope you will be lucky and escape this catastrophe..."

This is He Mingfeng's "family"!The unfortunate marriage made everything misplaced. Her father was not like her father, and her brothers were not like her brothers. Shen Liangyue didn't know how much negative impact the broken family had on He Mingfeng, but he knew that He Mingfeng was already a man without a home, so he once lost a family. The child's blow was bigger than expected for Alpha.Seeing He Mingfeng's appearance today, no one would doubt that he exaggerated his injuries, and that kind of lifeless depression can be felt through the screen.

Shen Liangyue was a little distressed, he didn't know if he had gone too far, causing the unprepared He Mingfeng to suffer such a heavy injury suddenly, but at the same time, he faintly felt relieved, because the pain when he lost his child was by no means less than that of He Mingfeng, alpha finally also I tasted this heartbreaking taste.He really loves and hates him, hate makes Shen Liangyue unable to accept He Mingfeng calmly, and love makes him unable to be tempted by others.

"The marshal will return to the front line as soon as possible after he arranges everything. The military department will not respond to all the rumors and speculations." Facing the media who kept asking questions, the secretary said briefly: "The marshal will devote all his energy to the investigation of the in the last battle of the alliance

We will be victorious before spring comes! "

Shen Liangyue turned off the TV, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows with a feeling, and sure enough, he saw the car that appeared on the screen just now parked outside the gate.Will He Mingfeng come to see him?What can they say when they meet?Shen Liangyue didn't know, he pressed his forehead against the cold glass, and saw a hand holding a cigarette protruding from the rolled down window of the car, and the people in the car were smoking one after another, and the cigarette butts fell full No matter how long he smoked, Shen Liangyue watched quietly for a long time.

He Mingfeng didn't understand before, why some people love each other but can't be together after all, he finally understands this feeling now.He had no face to see Shen Liangyue again, and he could no longer beg for his forgiveness. All efforts to save the child were too weak before the child's life, and the heart-piercing "I'm sorry" was so pale that he couldn't say it, as if he had put his flesh and blood in ice water. Soaked white, disgusting and useless.

The truly painful injury is unspeakable, like a wedge being nailed into a piece of wood, without any further force, the whole piece of wood will split along the existing grain.The matter of the child was like a wedge nailed in their hearts. There was no need to blame and complain, and they could not talk openly. The hearts of the two were broken along the scars of the past.

But in this world, is there a perfect heart?Is there a tree without texture?Perhaps this is a more suitable metaphor for feelings than a broken porcelain cup. When a person is born, his heart is perfect, but as he grows older, the injuries he has experienced leave various traces on his heart, just like the growth of a tree. wheel.Along with the crying of birth, growing up is a process of heartbreak, life itself is full of shortcomings, can people only die with a broken heart?

They couldn't find the answer for a while, love and hate were intertwined, and they were in a dilemma, so they could only face each other silently.After an unknown amount of time, the butler knocked on Shen Liangyue's door, "Master, there is someone downstairs who wants to see you."

Shen Liangyue's heart tightened, she turned around and ran downstairs, but after stepping down the last step, his steps slowed down significantly.He stood outside the door of the living room for a while before reaching out and pushing the door open. The secretary was holding a box in his right hand and standing in the room with a large bouquet of champagne roses in his left hand. Take a breath.

"Your Excellency," the secretary bent down to open the box, "The marshal asked me to bring you the snowball."

The cat poked its head out of the box, "Meow Meow" and moved to Shen Liangyue's feet, Shen Liangyue hugged it into her arms, and said with downcast eyes: "...Why?

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"The next battle is of great importance, and the marshal may be afraid that he will not be able to take good care of it."

Shen Liangyue nodded, and the secretary said again: "These are flowers from the marshal, I put them on the table."

"Ok."

"I'm sorry to bother you, so I'll take my leave."

"...Wait!" Shen Liangyue pursed her lips and asked in a low voice, "When will you return to the front line?"

"Leave right away."

"So fast?! He...does he have nothing else to say to me?"

"The Marshal didn't have any special instructions," the secretary adjusted his glasses, "I can convey what you have to say."

Shen Liangyue opened her mouth, then sighed, and said slowly: "...No, I have nothing to say."

The secretary's footsteps gradually faded away, Shen Liangyue put the snowball back on the ground, went to the table and took out the card from the rose.He has received his love poems and his apology. Will He Mingfeng's last words to him be to keep him or let him go?Is it "I'm sorry" or "I love you"?Shen Liangyue took a breath and looked down - there was not a word left on that card, but Shen Liangyue understood He Mingfeng's unspeakable sadness in an instant.

The matter has come to this point, it is better to be speechless than to say nothing.

The car outside the window had quietly left, and Shen Liangyue's heart was like that blank card, empty and white and chaotic.He looked at the card over and over again, as if he could read a lot of things. He still felt lost when he saw the sun slanting to the west and the moon going upstairs.

After He Mingfeng returned to the front line, he worked non-stop as if he wanted to burn his own life. The imperial army pointed at the capital of the alliance. In this historic final battle, no matter how big or small the battle was, the marshal himself paid close attention to everything. Do it yourself.Only by devoting all his attention to the battle preparations, would he not think of the lonely tomb of Emperor Star and Shen Liangyue's tearful eyes.

He once vowed that he would bring down the capital of the alliance and plant it full of eternal red roses and give it to Shen Liangyue. Shen Liangyue also said that if he could do it, he would agree to any request He Mingfeng made.But now, he is no longer qualified to ask Shen Liangyue to fulfill his promise. This vow, which seemed so sweet in the past, may make Shen Liangyue difficult.

He will lead the army of the empire to conquer the capital of the alliance and fulfill his responsibilities as a marshal. The best destination for a soldier is to die under the last bullet of the last war.

The author has something to say: The best destination for a soldier is to die under the last bullet of the last war—

— General Patton.

The metaphor of the grain of wood also has a source:

He thought, when the heart is broken, it is like splitting wood, completely cracking along the grain from top to bottom.When he first went to the lumberyard, he saw Gustav Olsen take a piece of hard wood, put a wedge in it, and then twist the wedge lightly, and the wood would follow the grain and split from end to end .The same is true for the heart, as long as you find the pattern, you can destroy it with a slight twist, a gesture, or a word. —Julian Barnes, The Lemon Table

May it be more difficult to write in the future, forgive me for being short ==

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