Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

The surrounding lighting is really beautiful, the vegetation in the courtyard on the roof reflects the neon lights, and the mottled shadows passing through the phantom cast floating waves on Mo Xiaofeng's face, a momentary beauty, unrealistic fragility.Hong Tingyun's humiliating words entered his brain from one ear over and over again, and then came out of the other ear, and those memories that made him feel disgusted emerged.

The surrounding light and shadow seemed to have engulfed Mo Xiaofeng's shadow, and Ren Jie's ghost stood in all directions.She wore a combat uniform with a hole in her chest and was bleeding continuously. She was asking herself if she regretted all this, regretted making such a choice back then, regretted that she was sorry for her, and regretted getting retribution now!

Mo Xiaofeng thought he could forget those pictures in the back of his mind, he thought that with Hong Tingyun, those nightmare-like memories could be stagnated.But it happened, it happened, even if you want to forget it in this life, you will never forget it, especially under Hong Tingyun's brutal actions, it is even clearer, and the ups and downs are all clearly repeated in front of your eyes.

He knew that he was starting to get sick, and he had no medicine, and there was only one end, that is, he had a nervous breakdown and went crazy.Maybe before he goes crazy, he will go to death first.There were many dark red bloodstains on the stone platform, and Mo Xiaofeng didn't know where it came from the wound. Every drop of blood was his tears and pain, and the blood was almost drained.

He was going to be turned into a corpse, lying on the cold table in the morgue, being burned to ashes and buried in the earth forever.He obviously has a straight face, but his hands, body, and heart are so unbearable that one cannot look directly at them.Mo Xiaofeng was thinking, for him, that might be another kind of relief or rebirth.

Nietzsche said: Man is the same as a tree. The more he yearns for sunshine, the more his roots will stretch to the dark ground.

Mo Xiaofeng has sunk too deep in the swamp, and he will not be able to wash off the mud all over his body in this lifetime.

Under the double torture of body and mind, Mo Xiaofeng's heart stopped twice, and then recovered inexplicably.Mo Xiaofeng thought that he would just die here, but he finally carried it over.

Look, it's really not easy for a person to die.

The coolness in the cold wind rolled away Mo Xiaofeng's heavy eyelids, and he woke up slowly to find that he was lying on the sofa, covered with the blanket that had been soaked in blood and red wine.He didn't know how long he had passed out, but Hong Tingyun was sitting opposite, with his head lowered and his face buried in his palms, tears falling silently.

Heh, this guy is crying again, shouldn't he be the one crying?No matter what he did, why couldn't he hold back this guy's tears?Mo Xiaofeng thought in embarrassment, but for him, it was really impossible for him to shed a single tear.

He is Mo Xiaofeng, so he doesn't show weakness through tears.What is he afraid of if he is not afraid of death?Perhaps the most fearful thing is the human heart, because it is not a problem that can be solved with a single bullet, it is too complicated, and he really doesn't want to guess carefully.

I don't know if it's a flashback, but Mo Xiaofeng still has the strength to sit up from the sofa.His skin was bruised and purple, which was covered by Hong Tingyun again, and the palm of his hand felt sticky, with blood and unknown liquid.Although it was his own, Mo Xiaofeng still felt nauseous for a while. The nightmare of that night was like a replay of a movie. Every detail went through his mind, extremely clear.Mo Xiaofeng felt that he was really like a male prostitute. It should be said that he was even dirtier than those people. What they were dirty was only the body, but his soul was also dirty.

Look, no matter how much money you make or how much you are praised, it is always so dirty outside and inside.Mo Xiaofeng even began to miss the time when he just joined the army and was still in the boot camp. At that time, crawling around in the mud every day was not as unbearable as it is now.

The instructor of the Falcon team said that he was a rare genius, and said that as long as he persisted, he would become such an excellent person.He and his comrades come and go in the wind and rain every day, and live bloody on the battlefield again and again, he once thought so complacently.Time really proves everything, and the complacency at that time is just a joke now.

His fingers trembled slightly, Mo Xiaofeng's eyes seemed to go from astonishment to dead silence in less than three seconds.As the snow fell, he wiped his hands on the dirty blanket.He wanted to stand up, but his legs slipped from the sofa and he knelt on the ground.

He tried several times before he managed to get up reluctantly, and walked away from the sofa step by step, leaving a row of footprints on the snow.

There are towering buildings all around, and everything I was in a mess just now must have been seen again.Mo Xiaofeng wanted to laugh at himself, he really wanted to laugh out loud.

He is dignified, Mo Xiaofeng, what a majestic person, how could he make himself into the current appearance covered in bruises?

Mo Xiaofeng really couldn't figure it out.

Naked, Mo Xiaofeng just stood in the cold wind, but he didn't feel the cold at all.His heart was blocked by a bunch of broken things, his throat was choked, and the dead air spread around him.

Standing by the glass fence on the roof, Mo Xiaofeng saw the hotel opposite.

After taking a shower that night, Hong Tingyun was sleeping on the bed, and he could see this place by the window, and when he looked up, he could still see the high moon hanging in the sky.It's just that I didn't expect the mountain to turn around, and the scenery was standing at my feet at that time.

The snow is so beautiful.

You can see the white caps all over the mountains and fields on Longchi Mountain, and after the snow on the window sill is quiet, everything in front of you no longer has the original palpitation.

In the water of the sea, Wushan stops the clouds.

At that time, Mo Xiaofeng was really grateful. In such a winter, there was moonlight, stars, falling snow, and Hong Tingyun was by his side.In Mo Xiaofeng's world, except for Hong Tingyun, everything is either black or white!

It's just... is he still worthy of having all of this now?

Maybe he shouldn't have gone to Longchi Mountain to see the snow in the first place.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight. It's a pity that the moonlight...is too cold..."

It's really cold...

Mo Xiaofeng turned his head to look at Hong Tingyun, who was also looking at him annoyedly.The look in Mo Xiaofeng's eyes was unprecedentedly sad, and the face that made him amazed was full of unspeakable emotions.

He and he can't go back to the beginning.

The smile on Mo Xiaofeng's face was very faint, and his voice was so soft that Hong Tingyun could barely hear it mixed in the falling snow.

He looked up at the sky full of snow at this time, looking around.

Moonlight?Hong Tingyun only saw thick clouds covering the entire sky, just like his state of mind, it was extremely desolate.

"What did you say?"

Hong Tingyun thought he had misheard, and asked again in a hoarse voice, but Mo Xiaofeng shook his head, then turned his head and looked downstairs.

Mixed with the howling north wind, Hong Tingyun vaguely heard someone calling Mo Xiaofeng's name, and his heart was torn.

Mo Xiaofeng seemed a little unable to stand still, he held onto the guardrail in front of him, he looked at the dark sky in front of him, he seemed to be lingering or struggling, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't say a word.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the snowflakes were fascinating Hong Tingyun's eyes. Even sitting by the campfire, Hong Tingyun felt that the wind was so cold, and Mo Xiaofeng was standing there with nothing on.

Hong Tingyun felt his heart throbbing, and the pain was accompanied by exhaustion and sobriety after a hangover.He reached out and took his clothes aside, stood up and walked towards Mo Xiaofeng.

He wanted to put his clothes on the other person, but Mo Xiaofeng just turned slightly sideways, avoiding it as if he thought it was dirty.

Stumbling towards the elevator, Mo Xiaofeng seemed to have returned to the scene of walking alone on the ten-mile long street that day.His stomach was cold and painful, and he stepped on the snow with bare feet, leaving black footprints one by one. He would always be alone.

Hong Tingyun's belt was still hanging around his neck. He tried to pry it off, but his fingers didn't have the strength.Even the tie that was tightly wrapped around his body, he couldn't untie it, so be it.

Mo Xiaofeng bent down with difficulty, trying to pick up his coat from the ground, it was such a simple movement, and he suffered a cardiac arrest again.