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Zuo Mingyang only felt that the sky was dim for a while, and his consciousness had not yet fully awakened. He was in the endless darkness, and vaguely, he seemed to hear someone crying in a low voice, and there was also the sound of anxious shouting.

Something came back to him, he remembered a nightmare that nearly broke him.In that nightmare, his grandfather died, and a knife stabbed into his body, and the blood flowed quietly all over the ground. He felt extremely uncomfortable, and he wished to tear those who hurt his dearest relatives into pieces.But among those people, there are people who he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

That man named Bai Mu.

He was blinded by hatred, he couldn't stand that person's betrayal, he yelled angrily and wanted to yell at him with the most vicious words, in order to make himself feel better.But the sound of the heartbeat was so clear, accompanied by bone-thirsty pain, every word stabbed into his heart.

But only he himself understands his heart, he wants to imprison him, and let him belong to him only from now on... But another voice in the depths of his body and mind is desperately pulling his rationality that is about to collapse.

What does he want?

It's nothing more than wanting that man to say that he has his own in his heart, and that's all he wants.But when did he become so miserable?Such a man, such a man who hurt his relatives, he should cut off every bone in him, making his life worse than death... But why did his body lose control after seeing him?Why do you still have to ask that "why" like a fart?

He was still too young, and he didn't know how to deal with the pain in his heart.He originally thought that when the lie was exposed, that man should show the expression of a loser, either regretful, unwilling, or disdainful.

But men don't.

The man looked at him, his eye circles were turning red, he handed over the medicine bottle in his hand, and looked at him with eyes full of sorrow, as if he was completely disappointed in him...

But it doesn't make sense, does it?After doing such a thing, who will he act for?Why can't this man love him?What's the point of doing this to him?Now, does he still expect to forgive him?He will not forgive him!But what can he do with him?He can only keep him, right by his side, and talk about the rest later...

He fought him, but he was no match for men, not those bastards, he couldn't keep him, he belonged

There is another man, the man he has always cared about...

He was going insane, and what was left of his sanity was gone.He was holding a - gun - at him, and he wanted to tell him not to go, not to force him to shoot.But the man's decisive back stabbed him, he shot the man's leg, and the man fell into the white snow in embarrassment.Blood flowed from the man's leg, slowly sinking into the snow, spreading bit by bit.The snow under the moonlight reflects a frighteningly cold light, against the redness of blood, so dazzling...

He approached with the only thing he could call a weapon. He wanted to get closer to the man's heart, but the man kicked the weapon away, as if he opened his last embrace, the last The opportunity was severely rejected by the man. At this point, the man still has to leave...

The man doesn't want him anymore, he doesn't never want the self in front of him.

That's all he came up with.

He saw the sword, which belonged to the man's sweetheart, he was jealous and he hated it.He pulled out the sword and stabbed it in fiercely, tears blurred his eyes, and he dared not look at the man's face.The man's body fell extremely fast, he hugged him, the man's blood gushed out like a spring, his heart ached so badly, as if he had killed himself...

He wanted to ask him why, but what he yelled was "I hate you", the helpless, hoarse voice echoed in the snow-covered woods, like curses.

Eyes full of red, the man's face, his shoulders, and their bodies looked like two corpses from a distance, but they were so intimate that no one could separate them.

He tried his best to hug him with all his strength, wishing he could rub the man into his body.

But the man grabbed his shoulder, and the man cried, calling out the words "Zuo Mingyang" like a desperate child, and he told him to come out and meet him, just to see him.

But who is the man calling?

He wanted to ask him, but his heart hurt so badly that he couldn't ask a word of such cruel words.Sure enough, before he could speak, the man's hands suddenly fell, and fell into the snow with a "boom".

He wants to pay for his life with his life, he wants to go with him, the man who lied to him like that, even if he gets to Huangquan Road, he will not let him go... But he thought of his relatives who were still dead, he thought of his Parents and his sister.He wants to take care of everything, he wants to kill those beasts to avenge them, and then go to accompany the man, and when he gets to Naiheqiao, he asks if he has ever liked him, whether he has been lying to himself.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call, pretending to be calm.

Soon, someone came.

But the man told him that his grandfather was not dead?How is this possible?

The man said he wanted to call to confirm, he was staring at the phone, he suddenly couldn't remember how he pointed the gun at the man, his body was shaking violently... On the phone, the voice of the old man was very special Loud, but he felt that it was too cold.

His relatives are not dead, so who is dead?Who did he lose?

He couldn't sit still, but he didn't even have the strength to support his body, and his heart twitched violently.He knelt down from the car with his bare upper body, but he saw a black body bag.

If his loved ones were not dead, how could he treat him like that?

He opened that bag, like Pandora's box.The way the man died was so tragic, and the man's face was so cold.He desperately rubbed his hands and pressed them against the man's delicate face, but the color of the man's lips was no longer as bright red as usual, it was a desperate purple-black.

He wanted to growl and shout, but he couldn't feel anything because of the darkness in front of his eyes.

It is rare to have such a good morning in winter, full of sunshine... But in his mind, there is only the image of a man being killed by his own hands.He subconsciously looked at the pillow beside him, but there was nothing there. He searched all corners of the room and found nothing. What those people told him did not match his memory. They said that the man just left, and he said it himself. of.

His grandpa sat there well, he was still asking about the man.It was a morning that was no different from usual, but the man who was particularly good-looking was missing.

Those who touched the man's body said they had never seen him, but his memory was so real that he began to suspect that all of this was a dream.He went back to the place where the incident happened, he wanted to find it, it was the only place he could go, but he couldn't find the man.

He dug with his bare hands in the unsoiled snow like crazy, and his heart was constantly torturing himself. It seemed that he found those and couldn't find them. No matter what kind of ending, he would never recover. , cannot be redeemed.

I don't know how long it has passed, it seems that time is about to freeze.

Finally, he saw the blood on his hands and his sin, and the man was killed by himself.He couldn't accept such an ending, those people rushed over, he felt that everything that happened during this period reminded him of a dream, but no one told him the answer, he grabbed the man's hand and asked him if he was dreaming, man Said to be.

He is satisfied with this answer.

But when will he wake up from the dream?This nightmare was too scary, he wanted to hug the man tightly to keep warm, he wanted to wake up sooner.

Finally, he made what he thought was the most correct decision...

But why do people seem to be crying around?

Like countless mornings before, Zuo Mingyang wanted to reach out to touch Bai Mu beside the pillow before he opened his eyes, but he was in vain.

He woke up instantly.

"elder brother!"

Before he could see the person in front of him clearly, Zuo Qing tightly hugged him.Zuo Mingyang subconsciously hugged the little girl who jumped on him: "What's wrong?"

The voice that came out was so hoarse that even Zuo Mingyang himself was shocked.

"Brother, why are you going to hit a tree... You have been suffering from a high fever and have been asleep for three days! Grandpa and parents are going to die of grief... Brother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."

The door was opened suddenly, and Zuo Mingyang saw his parents and grandpa walking in, all of them seemed to be in pain.

"Ming Yang..."

"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up..."

Zuo Mingyang looked at his family members crying with joy, and asked, "Where's Bai Mu?"

Zuo Qing was stunned for a moment, she suddenly remembered the doctor's diagnosis that his brother was insane, and she dared not speak.

"I asked Bai Mu?"

Seeing Zuo Mingyang like this, Zuo Mingyang's father wondered: "Didn't you say that Bai Mu left with his friend? Mingyang, what's the matter with you? Do you want us to worry to death?"

At this time, the invited doctor suddenly came in from the outside pushing a small cart, helped his lower body and said: "The porcelain slice is cut a little deep, it's time to change the dressing."

Porcelain...

Zuo Mingyang's obsidian-like pupils began to tremble violently, and when he saw the gauze stained with black blood on his hand, he tore it away violently.

"Young Master Zuo, you can't do this..."

"Ming Yang!"

"elder brother!"

"Go away!"

Zuo Mingyang finally saw the wound on his palm clearly, he remembered how the wound was torn, he looked up at the people around him, he suddenly felt that it was very unreal.

"Am I still dreaming?" he asked.

The old man had a bad temper, so he twitched his big ear. The walking stick in his hand hit the ground hard, and asked him, "Does it hurt, you son of a bitch!"

Zuo Mingyang slowly touched his slapped face, and cried all of a sudden: "It hurts, it hurts, it really hurts. But how could it hurt, how could it hurt, how could it, how could it hurt ..."

Zuo Mingyang hugged his head and began to cry like crazy. He wanted to find Bai Mu, but the pain reminded him of the fact that Bai Mu was killed by him.The doctor hurriedly prepared a sedative, they gave Zuo Mingyang an injection, and Zuo Mingyang fell asleep again.

Finally, Zuo Mingyang was tied up by the old man at home, more precisely, on the bed.Because Zuo Mingyang has attempted suicide three times since he woke up.The family invited a psychiatrist, but Zuo Mingyang was too emotional and they couldn't communicate with him.

Three days later, the doctor was going to give Zuo Mingyang medicine, but Zuo Mingyang suddenly became less restless, and he no longer went on hunger strike.He just didn't speak, as if he was thinking about something.

The whole family just looked at Zuo Mingyang who was sitting on the bed, afraid that he wouldn't think about it anymore.

In the dead silence, Zuo Mingyang suddenly said, "Call the police."

Zuo Mingyang's father began to realize that his son had returned to normal.

The old man couldn't help asking: "Tell me, what happened?"

Zuo Mingyang looked at the cloudy sky outside the window with a look of defeat.

"I killed Bai Mu..."