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After graduating from high school, Lu Moru fulfilled his promise to be with Yan Yu.

They were doing what all lovers would do, talking about ordinary love.

Until one day, Yan Yu wanted to take a step further in his relationship with Lu Moru, such as having sex.

Lu Moru always felt that their relationship hadn't reached that point yet, so he was very resistant to it, and rejected him every time for various reasons.

Until one time when Yan Yu was drunk, he forcibly had sex with Lu Moru.

Because of her fierce resistance, Lu Moru suffered a lot of injuries on her body. There were large bruises all over her body, which was particularly eye-catching on her cold white complexion.

Lu Moru silently pushed away someone who fell asleep after being full. She picked up the broken clothes from the ground, took out the mobile phone from her pocket, and opened the phone. Maybe Lu Moru's hands were shaking too much, so she was in that special group. I can't find her here.

Lu Moru searched tirelessly over and over again, but still couldn't find it.

She finally understood that Su Yanxi deleted her.

Lu Moru's mind went blank for a moment. At this moment, she felt the pain of being abandoned by everyone.

Lu Moru stood barefoot on the cold floor, and looked back at Yan Yu who was lying on the bed. He turned over in his sleep, and the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was in a good mood.

Lu Moru was silent for a while, then turned on the screen and dialed 110.

For a long time afterwards, Lu Moru had a difficult time, after all, she was a terrible woman who sent her boyfriend to prison with her own hands.

Rumors in the school, Yan Yu's friends and family have come to trouble her, her reputation has become very bad.

She was the one who was hurt, but she became the one criticized by thousands of people.

Sometimes, she even felt that it was her fault.

The sense of guilt urged her to return to Yan Yu's side. She cheekily went to visit the prison, but Yan Yu didn't look at her directly, and told her to go away.

Lu Moru left contentedly.

She began to hate him, and everyone, with a clear conscience.

Only don't hate her.

But she will never let her know.

forever.

Su Yanxi came out of Lu Moru's house in a trance, this time it wasn't Lu Moru who pushed her out, but she herself didn't dare to stay any longer, she didn't dare to look at Lu Moru's expression when she told these things, even though her voice was very strange from beginning to end. calm.

Su Yanxi didn't have the courage to leave, nor did she have the courage to go back. She leaned against the white wall, her legs became weaker and weaker, until she fell to the ground, and she hugged herself in pain.

"Su Yanxi?"

Liao Tinghe brought Su Yanxi home, Su Yanxi was passively led, always in a trance.

She leaned her head on Liao Tinghe's shoulder and said softly, "Let's do it."

Liao Tinghe's body stiffened for a moment, and then asked her, "Are you okay?"

Su Yanxi didn't say a word, and eagerly untied Liao Tinghe's clothes and belt.

Liao Tinghe resisted at first, but later took the initiative instead.

When he fully entered, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Su Yanxi was there.

At this time, Su Yanxi's face was pale, her eyes were closed tightly, and she looked very painful.

Liao Tinghe regretted that he was indifferent. If he had known this, he should have been more gentle.

After everything was over, Liao Tinghe held Su Yanxi in his arms cherishingly, immersed in the joy of getting her.

Su Yanxi opened her eyes, pushed him away, got up and put on her clothes: "Liao Tinghe, you are persistent because you can't get me. Now that we've slept, forget about me."

One second Liao Tinghe was immersed in the joy of Su Yanxi's being, the next second he seemed to be slapped severely, his face was burning with pain.

So much so that he didn't react until Su Yanxi left completely.

The doorbell kept ringing.

Lu Moru opened the door, and saw Su Yanxi standing at the door, disheveled.

"Look." Su Yanxi showed her the marks on her body, and she smiled brightly, "I'm broken too, can I hug you?"

Without waiting for Lu Moru's answer, Su Yanxi posted it over. She looked very tired, and the arms holding her were weak, and they could be opened with a little effort.

Lu Moru's hand moved up slowly, and stopped on Su Yanxi's waist, holding her with one arm.Her voice trembled: "I said, don't come to me to be a bitch, why didn't you listen?"

Su Yanxi didn't have the strength to refute her, but just smiled softly.

Lu Moru carried Su Yanxi inside, and closed the door with the other hand.

Liao Tinghe came out after Su Yanxi, just happened to see this scene, combined with the change of Su Yanxi's attitude during this period, he is really a fool if he can't guess.

It turned out that the story she told at the university breakup dinner was true, and it turned out that Lu Moru was another girl in the story.

Liao Tinghe lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep. The smell of Su Yanxi's body still remained on the bedding, eroding his nerves pervasively.

The more you sleep, the more you wake up, and the more you wake up, the more uncomfortable you are.

He had to get up, went to the bar that he opened with his roommate in the middle of the night, and got drunk.

Until early in the morning, when Liao Tinghe's college roommate went to the bar to pick him up, he was still thinking about Su Yanxi indistinctly.

The roommates moved him from left to right, and complained bitterly: "There are so many people who have talked to Su Yanxi, why is it that you are the only one who can't get out?"

Liao Tinghe's mind was clear for a moment, he laughed at himself: "Because I'm stupid."

Afterwards, for a long time, Liao Tinghe didn't see Su Yanxi and Lu Moru. He moved out from the original house and deliberately avoided them.

Liao Tinghe didn't want to know at all, whether they were together with a vision that broke through the world, he just wanted to forget about this relationship quickly.

Liao Tinghe didn't expect that he saw Su Yanxi again in the hospital, her clothes were covered in blood, she was in a daze, she was still unconscious after bumping into him, she lowered her head and said sorry, then walked around him.

Liao Tinghe found that he still couldn't remain indifferent to her, he grabbed Su Yanxi's wrist, turned his head sideways and asked, "What's wrong, where did you get hurt?"

When Su Yanxi raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were filled with tears, her expression was unprecedentedly fragile, Liao Tinghe was taken aback for a moment, and immediately became serious, "What's the matter?"

"Lu Moru...is already at the advanced stage of stomach cancer." Su Yanxi covered her face in pain, this is the real reason why Lu Moru must drive her away.

If you persist in the treatment of advanced gastric cancer, you can live for about a year. If you don't treat it, you can only live for three or four months.

Lu Moru didn't receive treatment at all, and she only had a few days left, and she was lying in the ICU ward with an oxygen mask on.

If Su Yanxi hadn't taken care of her, Lu Moru would have died alone at home without anyone knowing.

Su Yanxi tried to contact Lu Moru's family, but no one wanted to see her except her younger brother.

Lu Moru couldn't speak in the last few days, and Su Yanxi watched over her, unable to believe that someone who could walk normally a few days ago suddenly became critically ill.

Liao Tinghe accompanied Su Yanxi, taking care of Lu Moru until she completely closed her eyes.

Su Yanxi stared blankly at Lu Moru's cold body, as if his soul had been emptied.

Liao Tinghe was afraid that something might happen to her, so he stayed with her all the time.

It's too quiet to say anything.

Liao Tinghe hesitated and said, "Were you together during the last period?"

Su Yanxi lowered her eyes, "How is it possible, I dare not let her know that I like her for the rest of my life."

Liao Tinghe was surprised, "Doesn't she know?"

"Ah."

Liao Tinghe asked carefully: "Apart from Lu Moru, have you ever liked other girls?"

Su Yanxi twitched the corner of her mouth shallowly, "I only liked Lu Moru."

What this means is that she has never liked anyone else, including him.

Liao Tinghe felt that he was really asking for trouble, so he insisted on asking.

On the day of Lu Moru's burial, only Su Yanxi and Liao Tinghe were busy. This time her brother did not come either.

Liao Tinghe originally thought that Su Yanxi would adopt Huihui as a thought for herself, but she gave Huihui to Liao Tinghe, "You are more suitable for raising it."

Liao Tinghe didn't refuse, but just felt that it shouldn't be like this.

Exactly why it shouldn't be like this, he couldn't say.

After the funeral, Liao Tinghe hadn't seen Su Yanxi for a long time again, this time he didn't deliberately avoid her, but deliberately wanted to touch her but couldn't.

I heard that she quit her job and said she wanted to go out to relax, but her family couldn't find where she went.

I saw her again, a month later, in a certain temple.

Liao Tinghe came forward to say hello in surprise, "What are you asking for here?"

Su Yanxi smiled, "I heard that this temple is very spiritual, I want to ask Lu Moru for a good afterlife."

Unexpectedly, Su Yanxi would take the initiative to mention Lu Moru, it seems that she has already seen it.

Liao Tinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and walked side by side with her, "Let's beg together."

"Okay."

They gave incense money, lit incense, knelt on the futon, and kowtowed reverently.

After leaving the temple, Liao Tinghe asked her: "What kind of next life did you ask for her?"

"I hope--

She doesn't have to experience being a boring, boring teenager who will be praised for being obedient.

She is as beautiful as a doll, no matter how she plays tricks, is naughty, and loses her temper, there are still people who prefer her.

She can spend her childhood carefree, and when she grows up, she can also be favored by all things.

I hope she learns to be willful. "

Su Yanxi wiped the sore corners of her eyes, "What wish did you ask for?"

Liao Tinghe: "I hope your wish will come true."

Su Yanxi smiled softly, her best appearance is nothing more than this.

Liao Tinghe lost his mind for a moment.

He suddenly felt that it didn't matter whether Su Yanxi liked him or not, he just wanted to be by her side.

However, he still couldn't keep her.

When Liao Tinghe found Su Yanxi covered in blood in the bathtub, he hugged her and wept uncontrollably.

She followed her anyway.

He should have thought of it earlier.

There was a note left by Su Yanxi on the hotel table, and there was only a short sentence on it: I'm sorry, I'm afraid she won't be favored.

Within two months, Liao Tinghe attended two funerals.

He came with Lu Moru's urn in his arms, which shocked the others.

Liao Tinghe went straight to Su Yanmo, insisting that Lu Moru and Su Yanxi be buried together.

Su Yanmo looked at him strangely, and finally compromised under his persistent gaze.

Su Yanmo was smoking a cigarette in a bad mood, looking at the legendary Su Yanxi's Bai Yueguang, the only ex-boyfriend who came to her funeral, and asked, "My sister, what kind of person is she?"

After pondering, Liao Tinghe said: "A person who is gentle and alienated, cool and warm, impulsive and calm and sensitive, quite contradictory."

The way Su Yanmo looked at him changed again: "Thank you."

"It would be great if the person my sister likes is you." When Liao Tinghe left, Su Yanmo said so.

Liao Tinghe paused, and finally said nothing.

Later, Liao Tinghe would go to the temple every year to pray for the two of them.

He sincerely prayed that they would have a good pregnancy, preferably a boy and a girl.

They met by chance in the sun, and then fell in love openly.

"Is this story true?" someone asked.

"Of course it's fake, I made it up. It was exposed, so I'll punish myself with three glasses of wine." Liao Tinghe drank three glasses of wine as he wished, left shaking his head, and went to the next drinking game.

(End of the article)

The author has something to say:

It is precisely because it is the same sex that it adds a bit of beauty to this be aesthetics. (smoke