Uncle, you are not good

"...As long as you say it, if you say it, I will give it to you..."

Looking straight at Lin Rui who was covering his face, the words were obviously very affectionate, as if digging out his heart, wishing to give him everything in his body at this moment, as long as he wanted, as long as he said it, as long as he had something for him what you want.

Give him anything, as long as he asks, he will do his best to satisfy and do his best.

But if this is the case, the tearing heart palpitations tore the soul, like crying helpless sadness, every word is full of sadness.

"...what you want is, my..."

What is he saying?say what?There was a roaring explosion in his mind, and it was blank, as if wrapped in a cloud of white mist, he forgot to cry, and stared blankly at Le Xiche who was in a daze.

Smiling, gentle and sad smile, just like the poignant and beautiful Jiangnan, makes people feel lost.

He saw something burst in Le Xiche's beautiful eyes and fell to the ground.

Full of prosperity and sadness.

"...to kill me, right?"

The faint words were like a spring breeze blowing through Lin Rui's earworms, as if he was immersed in a dream.

Ethereal and unreal.

Stiff body, trembling, Le Xiche was a little clear when he said this, or fell into a coma, is this person's truth, or everyone's truth?Want his life?

What is the use of this, and what can it be used for?

Did Le Xiche mean it alone, or did he feel the same way about the others?

what do you want……

Lin Rui remained silent, and Le Xiche's momentary calmness turned eerie again, grinding his teeth, creaking, and intermittently sneering gloomyly, chatteringly, his face at this moment seemed to be disturbed by something. Distorted, the picture-like face and facial lines became brighter, with hostility, like a fierce spirit walking out in the middle of the night, poignant and terrifying, eyes flickering non-stop, or bright or dark halos flickering , jumping non-stop.

He suddenly tore open the arm of his right arm, the white bandage was torn off by him arbitrarily, and scattered in circles, Lin Rui ran over in a hurry, trying to stop it, but was kicked away by Le Xiche, Hit the door.

With a muffled snort, he covered his lower abdomen that was kicked, and deliberately frowned.

"Heechul, you..."

Lin Rui looked up and saw that Le Xiche had taken off the bandage on his right hand. It had only been a few days since the severed arm had been sewn on.

The skin on the seam was torn open, revealing the tender new flesh inside, with blood dripping out, the torn hole was like a chain, with a small opening, then pulled down all the way, and exploded violently!

The tumbling flesh and blood were stained with dazzling red bandages. Lin Rui felt his eyes hurt a little, and he let out a dull sob from his choked throat.

In the middle of the opened opening, there are thick bones!

"...Here, here is the knife, and I'll make it up again..." The Swiss knife he found was thrown at Lin Rui's feet, and he pointed at the bloody broken arm with a snarl, "Cut here, hard, Let me die in pain..."

Picking up the Swiss knife on the ground, the sharp blade reflected a pool of cold ripples, and a plain and pale face was engraved on the clear knife.

Ruthless, cold as ice.

Pale and haggard self-cultivation, delicate eyebrows, indifferent expression, alienated and indifferent, affectionate eyes glowing with a cold light, ruthless and passionate, and the corners of the lips are tightly pursed, showing withered withering.

The face on the knife body was as cold and abrupt as that stone sculpture that hadn't moved for thousands of years, with no superfluous expression.

This face belonged to Lin Rui. He didn't even realize what it was like. It turned out that he could be so heartbroken and ruthless.

Holding a Swiss knife, Lin Rui approached Le Xiche step by step, his eyes as calm as water.

The crazy man smiled and watched Lin Rui walking towards him, as if welcoming him, struggling to get up, but fell down again and again because of his unstable center of gravity.

Le Xiche laughed, and the surging tears poured out together.

The night was as cool as water.

The thin cold air brings some illusion to the night, the smog is hazy, false and false like a fairyland.

In the villas in the community, the lights of each house in the living room and kitchen are turned on.

There are dishes on the table in the living room, a rich and delicate dinner, a large table full of dishes, bowls of rice, neat chopsticks, and spoons.

The door was wide open, allowing endless blackness to invade.

Sitting in the empty seat opposite, looking at the set bowls and chopsticks, and unpacking the cake hidden under the tablecloth, Lin Ruiyin fiddled with the wrapped candles and lit them one by one.

Nineteen sticks together, placed on the table and ordered.

The food was cold, but the hot food was brought back and placed.

The candle is extinguished, and the light is relit.

Repeated actions over and over again, time flows slowly like the sand between the fingers.

Before dawn, the candle drained the last drop of candle tears, lying on the wick.

He sighed softly.

(The author has something to say, um, this apron is not that apron, what a god, my dears, you understand, can you rob me for a ticket, nostalgia, prayer...)