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【Colonel Luo Xingu】

On the day my brother was born, I was practicing the piano under the guidance of nuns, which is my favorite thing to do in my spare time.

I waited for my mother to bring the newborn home, imagining how soft his hands would be, and whether he would laugh as much as I did.

But all I waited for was the nun's mournful eyes.

She said, "Master Luo, please express your condolences."

Mother died, from amniotic fluid embolism.

There was no joy at home anymore. I stood in front of the crib, looking at the overlapping of the white sheets and the white elegiac couplets on the wall, my eyes were sore.

I once wanted to kill the younger brother who killed my mother, but my fingers touched his face, and he smiled close to me, touching my skin with his soft face.I hugged him and broke down crying, saying "I'm sorry" repeatedly.I have also enjoyed maternal love, but I have never even met my mother.

The relationship between father and mother is very good, he has never remarried, I can feel that he is more indifferent to this little son than me.

So I want to be doubly good to my brother.

I was close to my younger brother on weekdays and brought him up to four or five years old.I like to put my arms around him and let him sit on my lap and listen to me play the piano.

"My brother will become the greatest musician in the world in the future. When the time comes, you must remember to go to his concert and sit in the first row. Do you know that?" I pretended to educate my brother seriously, while the nun pursed her lips Smiling lightly, while my younger brother sat beside me quietly, leaning on my shoulder gently and listening to me continue playing the piano.

If only I hadn't overheard my father's conversation that day.

It doesn't take a day or two for the world's living environment to become worse. I was young at that time and I had no personal conception of this matter.But that day, I heard my father and his staff discussing matters in the study, talking about the future of mankind and their plans, and I felt chills all over my body, like falling into an ice cellar.

I escaped, dismissed the nuns, and flung myself on the piano touching the black and white keys.

I know that in this life, I will never be a musician.

Because of the gentle music, there is no way to stop the tears of thousands of people, and there is no way to heal the scars from the knife to the bone.

I want to be good enough, so good that no one can be more worthy of my father's trust than me, and I want to be a part of the plan and fully participate in the future plan.

So, I gave up that piano.In order to convince my father that I really didn't like it, I sold it at a very low price.

"It's just throwing away a bunch of junk," I said.

Luo Xingu, that's my name, but very few people mention it.

When I was young, I was called "Master Luo" by people.

When I grew up, they called me "Colonel".

Look, in this life, people are bound by the fame, fortune and status behind them all the time.

But it doesn't matter, no matter how many names there are, as long as I still remember who I am, that's enough.

If Bei Qiao was the trigger that caused my younger brother and I to turn against each other, then my later series of behaviors made my younger brother even more disgusted.He was a kid raised in a greenhouse, maybe a little lonely and lonely, but never hurt.So we two brothers can never really understand each other.

The day Lin Yu was captured by his soldiers, I drank too much because the progress of my plan was stalled.That guy is really stupid, he looks like an academic, he can't play tricks at all, but he has to bite the bullet and jump into the fire pit.

It is impossible for me to let him go. If I do nothing, he will be taken away by the people sent by my father.

Surprisingly, Lin Yu actually retained a sliver of goodwill and expectation for me.

This sense of expectation is the fatal weakness and danger.

Indeed, if it hadn't been for what happened later, there might have been some redemption between the two of us.After all, I like pure colors, just like the white dress that Lin Yu often wears.He will hold on to those ridiculous glasses, look at you seriously, and say "oh".

In order to play the trick well, I must make him deeply aware of Luo Xingu's "crazy" thoroughly, and make him really hate me to the bone.

Tonight, I want to stain my white clothes with blood. From now on, I don't even deserve this love.In the future, if he swings a knife at me, he won't hesitate any more.

Silent night, hot body.

Thunder, rain.

That was not the first kiss between the two of us. I once kissed his lips on the basis of an experiment. Dr. Lin Yu, who is usually serious, ran away in a panic and tripped over two chairs one after another. As a result, two days later, he kissed him again. Appeared, still reported to me seriously, but the pinnae of the ears were red.

I'm not a good person who is dedicated to love, but sometimes I feel that such a weak flower of Gaoling also has a strong and stubborn side, which is very exciting.

I was so excited that I wanted to ravage him.

I forced him to feel my possession, I branded him, the pleasure and pain alternated, and for a moment it wasn't clear if I was doing it to make him hate me, or if I wanted to.Seeing his ashamed expression, I rejoiced that the plan was successful, and at the same time deeply disgusted myself, and at the same time felt a severe pain in my heart.

I don't know who is hurting for.

So, when Lin Yu stabbed me with the knife, I didn't dodge.

I was even thinking at the time, could I be freed by stabbing the knife in my heart?

I'm afraid, I'm afraid that the time will be too long, so long that I can't control myself to stick to my heart and not be eroded by the darkness.

This heart is so tired.

I can let go of so many heavy burdens, and die drunk and tender before being thrown into Abi Hell.

The knife fell on the bed and I woke up.

There is only one road ahead of me, and there is no turning back from now on.

Su Qi followed me. At first, she was moved by my big theory, saying that I am a person who really cares about the "people".

I scolded her while laughing.

——Luo Xingu does not live "for whom", he is a person who lives for "ideal", but he just chooses the career ideal of dedicating his life to this goal.If he changed his "ideal" to destroy the world, I'm afraid he has become a big devil who everyone can get and kill.

Oh no, it's as if I'm not everyone who gets it and punishes me now.

"I will follow you to the end," she said.

I downed a whole glass of wine and curled the corner of my mouth: "Okay, that depends on whether you have the ability to let me approve."

Silly girl, it's so ridiculous to take a bastard as an officer and still work so loyally.

So you don't deserve to die with me, give me life.

When the hurricane blows on the roof, I look under the tall building, as if staring into the abyss.

Hell opened its doors to me, and there were countless hands behind me pushing it.

The tall building I helped my father build was overthrown by myself today.

There was a sudden pain in my chest, my body became lighter, and I realized that I was falling.

At that moment, I recalled many things.

He remembered the first time he saw Lin Yu at the door of his house.

Thinking of rescuing the dying Su Qi outside the blockade.

Thinking of picking up Bei Qiao, who had run away, home on a snowy night.

I think of Luo Shangan's slightly sad eyes behind me when I put on the military uniform when I was a child.

He said, "Brother, why don't you like the piano all of a sudden?"

I want to say, like, I have always liked it.

But I hope that in the future, there will be many, many people who like piano like me.

Listen, this is a piece I wrote.

I played the ending note myself.

Brother, do you hear me?

The author has something to say: This article has come to an end. If there is a chance in the future, I will make up for Xiao Qiao's episode, but it depends on my schedule.

Writing this book really took a lot of watermelon's effort. After all, it is the first original book. I have thought about it for a long time just for the character setting, and nearly [-] words were wasted writing the first three chapters.

Seeing it blossom and bear fruit in full bloom now gives me a sense of happiness.

Thank you for your attention and support all the time. I hope to bring you a wonderful story, and I hope we can continue to meet each other in the next story.

The author's column asks for attention, and there is another bib number: sugar watermelon that can code

If there are no accidents, the next book will be "How the Virtual Diva Can Save the World".