copper sparrow lock nobile

The person you love loves you, what is that like.

Just like a small role on the stage, silently in front of the background board, no audience sees your figure, suddenly you are pushed to the center of the stage, all the lights and eyes are focused on you, you become that A unique protagonist.

It is also as if you are wearing wind, rain, stars and moon, walking through the thorny swamp, covered with scars to find a flying butterfly, and stop when you are tired from running, only to find that it stops in the palm of your hand.

Conglin opened his mouth slightly, and it took him a long time to absorb Xu Hang's words into his mind.

His face, like a dead tree, began to crack, as if a little new green was about to grow from it, it was the sudden joy after the great grief, full of inconceivability, the chest heaved violently, causing the wound on the shoulder to crack again, and blood overflowed.

"Heh...hehehahaha...haha..." Jungle shook his head and laughed. It should have been something to be happy about, but at this moment, it seemed that there was some irony of fate, "He likes me? He, he would like me, what he hates the most People? Haha...heh..."

There is a bit of faith in this laughter, and a bit of disbelief.

"That's all, it's okay to think about it, even if you have a dog, you should have some affection after all these years. The way he likes me is always different from the way I like him. "

After laughing for a long time, he slumped his head against the wall, gasping for breath: "...Thank you for letting me know about this before I die."

A little bit is fine, it seems that my payment is not completely a wrong payment.

It's just that he knew it too late, and God was not kind to him at all.Except for the ups and downs of my mood, it seems that nothing has changed.

People with poor fortune have nothing to say.

After hearing all the stories, Xu Hang returned to the topic again: "I think you agree to the deal I just mentioned."

"What you want to ask is related to the Chief of Staff, right?"

Xu Hang didn't answer, which was regarded as tacit consent.

Jungle licked his chapped lips: "I know, you are probably planning some dangerous things. Although it has nothing to do with me, I just hope you remember my current fate and be careful. You are so smart. If you can live in peace, Why bother to lick blood."

The words of a person who is about to die are also good. Xu Hang believed that Jungle came from his heart. He smiled wryly: "You are also very smart, and you also work hard to live a stable life, but you can't do it, don't you?"

The difficulty in the world is that everything goes well, and if everything goes well, it is because of the unsatisfactory that you will kowtow to pray.

Seeking stability in this troubled world may be just an illusion.

Jungle nodded: "If you want to ask anything, you can ask, as long as I know it." His eyes darkened, and he said, "But I still have a request, um... it should be called a request."

"You said."

The corner of Jungle's chapped mouth hooked up, revealing a little pitiful cunning: "I didn't have such thoughts at first, I just wanted to leave quietly, but you let me know his intentions, and I couldn't be reconciled again... ...When I'm dead, tell Duan Zhanzhou all this... After thinking about it, I always feel wronged. I don't want anything for him in life, at least he can feel guilty for me after death... My mother often said , when a person is dead, and at the head of Naihe Bridge, if someone in the mortal world recites it, it will be sweet to drink Mengpo soup."

This request made Xu Hang's eyes brighten: "Okay." Even if Conglin didn't ask for it, he would tell Duan Zhanzhou.

If you owe something, you have to pay it back. This is the truth.

After letting go of their worries, the two chatted for a long time. The two figures on the wall overlapped and swayed.

One question, one answer, just talking like this, the kerosene lamp gradually almost bottomed out, and the cell slowly began to darken, and no one heard their conversation except moths that were jumping at the flame.

After finishing the last sentence, Conglin let out a long breath of relief, with a relaxed face, looked at Xu Hang and smiled softly: "I've been talking for so long, I'm so thirsty...Master Xu, take the baby in your arms. something, give it to me."

Xu Hangben paused when he got up, and even the posture of dusting was frozen there. He looked at the jungle, looked into his clear eyes, and knew that he had seen through.

This guy is very smart.

"You still guessed it..." Xu Hang took out a small bottle from his arms.

When Conglin saw that thing, he was as relieved as if the steel needle stuck in his shoulder had been pulled out, and he looked at Xu Hang with more gratitude: "Because I know that you are a doctor, and you are kind after all."

It was a bottle of poison, the best bottle of poison Xu Hang refined. After drinking it, his limbs became paralyzed and his heart gradually stopped. There was no pain, and he looked like a sudden death.

He believed that even if he was regarded as worthless by others, the jungle would rather die with dignity, and suicide by drinking poison was better than being shot in front of others.But he has been hesitating whether to take it out.

Putting poison in front of people is tantamount to sending people on their way, which is somewhat cruel.

Slowly put the bottle into Conglin's right hand palm, Conglin looked at it for a while, then slowly propped up his knees, brought the bottle to his mouth, tried to bite off the cap, but couldn't do it for a long time, finally Xu Hang pulled out the cork for him, in front of him.

Jungle suddenly asked: "This, is it sweet?"

Before life and death, what he cared about was actually this.

Xu Hang squeezed out his voice with great difficulty: "...it's sweet."

"very nice."

He smiled like a child begging for candy, grabbed the mouth of the bottle, and drank it with his head up. The sweet poison flowed down his throat all the way to his stomach. When his mouth was loosened, the bottle fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

He loves to eat sweets, but he rarely eats them in his life.Looking back on it this way, the reason he devoted himself to Duan Zhanzhou was simply because he was the first person to give him sweets.

After drinking, only a happy smile remained on Jungle's face, not at all like someone going to die.

After tidying up the debris on the ground and picking up the kerosene lamp, Xu Hang walked up the steps step by step.

Behind him, Jungle's left hand, which had been tightly held all the time, was slightly loosened. The severed tendon in his hand made him unable to control the strength, and it took a long, long time to reveal the object in his palm.

A small, pine-shaped candle.

At that moment, tears dripped from his smiling eyes, and he wept unscrupulously.Probably I haven't cried much in this life, and now that it's coming, if I don't vent it well, this life will be considered in vain.

Wronged, really wronged.

After suffering so much, I have no good skin anywhere in my body, no relatives, no friends, no lover, no brothers and sisters, no home, and even when I cry so hard, there is no one to comfort me.

In his previous life, he committed sins and suffered in this life, but this life is also full of sins, and he is afraid that he will still be in trouble in the next life.

He cried until he was out of breath, until the effect of the medicine took effect, his limbs began to become numb, and his strength to cry was gradually deprived. What suddenly appeared in front of his eyes was that year, that night, the boy on the wall holding the cake , the root of all disasters, love is engraved in the bone.

In a daze, he seemed to see Cong Wei coming to pick him up.He couldn't wait to talk to his sister.

Sister, you are right, butter is really a taste that I have never tasted in my life.

Sister, my younger brother has killed too many people, he can't enter reincarnation, and he doesn't want to be reincarnated as a human being.

Sister, I miss you very much, I'm sorry, but I still have to come down to find you.

The last teardrop hit the candle, his hand softened, Jungle's head drooped, his eyelids closed, and he fell into the longest sleep.

Xu Hang stepped out of the last step, the kerosene lamp in his hand ran out of the last bit of oil, and died in mourning, the light disappeared and darkness appeared.

Lifting the lamp and looking back, there is no bone buried, and the dead vines are firmly cold and the moss is dead.