Gu Shaoshuai's happy life

After Feng Xiaolou heard this sentence, the hostility in his body seemed to be emptied. He stared at Ye Li standing in front of him in military uniform, his tall and straight body was stretched under the light, and he himself, like A broken soul, wandering in the darkest places.

It turned out that it was never the same, he and Ye Li.

All in all, the disaster he put on Ye Li is just his narrow self-deception, which can't deceive anyone.

Ye Li stood there, watching Feng Xiaolou being brought into the cell, and then supported the back of the chair in front of him. Cold sweat ran down his face and dripped onto the gray-blue concrete floor. A bloodstain was carved on the fingertips, but Ye Li didn't feel the pain at all.

Ye Li stared at his trembling right hand, the red in the white palm was poignant and beautiful.

Drug addiction.

The sinister and evil thing that tortured thousands of Chinese people to death, and died of hardship, is now trapped in him, and he must destroy it to the end, leaving no future troubles!

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Feng Xiaolou leaned against the wall, the cold air permeating his back.

——If I were you, I would never live in the world.

Ye Li's voice echoed in Feng Xiaolou's ears, piercing flesh and blood like a blade soaked in strong wine, he let out a sharp and hoarse laugh, pale and desperate.

Drifting in the river three years ago, he didn't know whether the sky was good or evil, so he left him a way to survive.If he had died in the icy river, maybe his resentment would not have survived in the world, and maybe he would not have accepted such psychological suffering.

When Ye Li stood in front of him with a supreme attitude, Feng Xiaolou suddenly resented himself for having lived for the past three years. When Ye Li was fighting for power and standing at the top, he crawled like an ant in the world The feeling of inferiority from the inside out was given to him by Feng Xiaolou, the sense of oppression imposed by Ye Li invisible, made Feng Xiaolou fearful, flustered, and confused.

Feng Xiaolou was afraid of death, even if he suffered all kinds of humiliation in the past three years, he still couldn't take that step.

To die also takes courage.

"Haha—hahahaha—" Feng Xiaolou laughed hoarsely.

He hadn't smoked opium for a long time, and the pain and pain felt like insects and ants gnawed away his bones. Feng Xiaolou crawled on the straw and shook, tears overflowing his eyes, pale face, sharp mold, and scarlet eye circles.

Seeing Feng Xiaolou's situation, the patrolling soldiers opened the door to check the situation, saw Feng Xiaolou who was about to foam at the mouth, and hurried to summon the doctor.

When the doctor arrived in a hurry, he saw that the gray-blue cement floor was damp, and scarlet blood had seeped into the ground, dark red and intense.

Feng Xiaolou was lying on the ground in pieces, his face turned from pale to blue, and bright red blood flowed from his wrist, which was shocking.

Ye Li rushed to the prison after being notified by the soldiers. The strong smell of blood made him frown. Feng Xiaolou saw Ye Li's military boots, looked up at him, and suddenly smiled strangely. Ye Li frowned even tighter. Turning to the doctor, "how is it?"

The doctor shook his head, "Smoking opium for a long time is exhausting, and now there is nothing to love, it's too late."

"Ye Li..."

Ye Li heard Feng Xiaolou's murmur, waved away everyone behind him, then knelt down and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"Ye Li, I hate you, but I hate myself even more..."

"Is there any point in saying that now?"

Feng Xiaolou shook his head, feeling that he was only exhaled but not inhaled, "Recently, I suddenly remembered something Gu Qingyan said... He said, wherever Gu Qingyan goes, he will take me there, for the rest of his life, I agreed to him at the beginning, but when he took me away three years ago, I didn't keep up. Now I'm going, but I don't know if he's still waiting for me by the Naihe Bridge after three years..."

"Ye Li, after I die, bury me and Gu Qingyan together..." Feng Xiaolou slowly raised his hand and grabbed Ye Li's trousers.

Ye Li looked at Feng Xiaolou, shook his head, and said: "The fate of evil was not broken in life, so why bother after death."

"Entanglement?" Feng Xiaolou closed his eyes, "If I don't pester him, what's the point of my three years, don't you even give me an excuse..."

Ye Li looked at Feng Xiaolou who was lying on the ground, and sighed with compassion, "People must have their own reasons for living in this world."

"promise me."

"..."

"Promise me!" Because of too much blood loss, Feng Xiaolou could no longer exert his strength, but at this moment, he was holding on to Ye Li's trousers tightly, as if he was about to strangle it.

"Feng Xiaolou, wherever you came from, I will send you back. This is your best destination."

Ye Li didn't let go at the end.

In the handling of this matter, he appeared arbitrary, paranoid, and almost cruel.

But it was because of a trace of guilt in his heart, the inextricable relationship that made them entangled with each other and ruined an ordinary person's life.So he didn't want Feng Xiaolou to die with obsession any more, and become a ghost, depressed and drifting away.

Feng Xiaolou may have closed his eyes in regret, but perhaps he was not so regretful, his eyes were closed naturally, his sharp and pale face existed like a ghost for three years, and it was the first time that he was as safe as before.

Maybe Feng Xiaolou didn't want much, most of the time it was just an excuse, an explanation, so that he could leave peacefully without regret.