All the men I've had are back

The final ending of "Gone with the Wind" is very tragic.

Ji Nanbai was shot to death randomly.

Such a beautiful little master.

Gold and jade are expensive, afraid of pain and dirt, but in the end he almost turned into a blood man, fell in the mud, and couldn't even see his appearance clearly.

On that day, Ji Nanbai jumped off the cruise ship, stood barefoot in the small mansion, and chose to stay with Zhou Helan.

But as difficult as this world is, it is as difficult as it is for people.

The enemy is not only the enemy on the outside, but also the enemy on the inside.

There was a war and there was chaos everywhere.

The real chaos began.

Zhou Helan was brave and good at using soldiers, and once became the target of public criticism.

All localities united to put him to death.

The foreign thieves have not yet begun, and the internal strife has arrived.

Zhou Helan was trapped in Nanyuan, and the frontline battle was urgent, but he couldn't get out of the trap for a long time.

It was night, Ji Nanbai stood at the door of the study, looking up out of the window.

In the study, Zhou Helan was talking to his adjutant.

"Get ready for an assault tomorrow."

The adjutant disagreed, and said sharply: "You will die as soon as you go out. Nanyuan is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Let's wait for reinforcements if we persist!"

"can not wait anymore."

Zhou Helan's eyes were heavy, and he looked at the adjutant with ruthlessness and determination.

The adjutant gritted his teeth, turned around and came out. When he saw Ji Nanbai standing at the door, he skipped over without even saying hello.

But Ji Nanbai stopped him, "Hey, do you have any cigarettes?"

The adjutant stood still, took out a cigarette, and threw it to Ji Nanbai.

Ji Nanbai was holding a cigarette between his slender and white fingertips, and lightly lit it.

Amidst the smog, his originally delicate and fair face unexpectedly showed a bit of gorgeous color.

Ji Nanbai followed Zhou Helan, fought east and north for nearly five years, and now he is 23.

The original youthful amorous feelings faded from that face, revealing a character between a teenager and a youth.

The adjutant has always looked down on this young master.

He thought the young master was a drag.

He couldn't understand why Zhou Helan had to take this young master with him.

"Thanks."

After finishing his cigarette, Ji Nanbai turned around and went into the study.

Ji Nanbai's stature has grown since he was 19 years old.

Now 23 years old, although his figure is thin and slender, but at first glance, he is actually comparable to Zhou Helan.

It's just that compared to Zhou Helan's domineering gangster, he looks more elegant and noble.

"Smoking again?"

Ji Nanbai sat down on Zhou Helan's table with a giggle, tilted his head with a pair of long legs and said, "Did you smell it?"

Zhou Helan also smiled.

Then he lowered his eyes and continued to wipe the gun in his hand.

Ji Nanbai followed Zhou Helan's gaze and stared at the silver gun.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, covered the back of Zhou Helan's hand, and said softly, "Zhou Helan, let's do it."

The curtains are tightly closed, and the wind is howling outside.

They are passionate and lingering, as if they have exhausted all their strength to love each other.

Their love is tragic and heroic.

In this chaotic world, ups and downs will eventually come to an end.

Ji Nanbai lay on Zhou Helan's body, counting the wounds on his body.

"This is one time, you were scratched by a gun in order to save me."

Ji Nanbai's hand stroked Zhou Helan's shoulder, where there was a long scar.

It was left behind by bullets flying past.

At that time, the man's shoulder was bleeding profusely.

It was the first time Ji Nanbai saw so much blood, he thought Zhou Helan was going to die.

He knelt beside him and almost shed all the tears he had cried all his life.

Fortunately, Zhou Helan is not dead, but still alive.

Until now, Zhou Helan still likes to tease him about this matter.

He said that his face was swollen from crying at that time, and his eyes were like walnuts, and it took three days for the swelling to subside.

It was just scratched by bullets, even if he was shot, Zhou Helan would not die with such a hard life.

Ji Nanbai was so angry that he punched Zhou Helan, then buried his face in Zhou Helan's neck, rubbed gently, and said in a soft and delicate tone, "Hundreds of thousands of lives are carried on your body."

Zhou Helan didn't speak, but just put his arms around him, his eyes were dark and his face was calm, as if he was holding back something.

Ji Nanbai said: "I heard it all, you want to break out tomorrow?"

"Ah."

"Let's have a drink and wish you success?"

Ji Nanbai got up.

He didn't have any clothes on, so he went looking for wine with his bare feet.

Broad shoulders and narrow waist, fair skin.

The black-haired hair was a little long, sticking to the soft neck, revealing a beautiful waistline when bending over.

Ji Nanbai found a bottle of red wine.

"Well, the year is okay."

Ji Nanbai finished speaking on his own, poured a cup for Zhou Helan and him, and was about to hand it to Zhou Helan, but Zhou Helan raised his hand and held it down, "Tomorrow, I will go first, the adjutant will take you from another direction."

Ji Nanbai seemed to be very familiar with this pattern, nodded and said: "Okay, I'll wait for you to come to me."

"Ah."

Seeing that Ji Nanbai was so obedient and obedient, Zhou Helan nodded, then raised his head and drank the glass of red wine.

However, Ji Nanbai did not move the red wine in his hand. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Helan with a very calm expression, even too calm.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Helan's heart skipped a beat suddenly.

He felt as if he had caught something, but he hadn't caught anything.

Ji Nanbai put down the red wine in his hand, reached out to hold Zhou Helan's face, "Hey, Zhou Helan, if I die, you will be responsible for helping me take care of my parents, okay?"

Zhou Helan held the red wine glass in his hand, and his eyes suddenly blurred.

He suddenly realized something, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Ji Nanbai's wrist tightly.

But it is already late.

Ji Nanbai smiled and kissed Zhou Helan, and then helped him brush away his sweaty black hair, revealing that handsome face.

"Zhou Helan, I love you."

Zhou Helan fell into boundless darkness.

"Master, master..."

Zhou Helan was suddenly awakened by the gunshots outside.

He saw the adjutant standing beside him, holding an exquisite pocket watch in his hand.

"Master Ji told me to call you on time at eight o'clock."

On the table is a poured bottle of red wine.

On the hanger, Zhou Helan's military uniform was missing.

"Where is the person? Where is the person?" Zhou Helan jumped up and knocked the adjutant away.

"Master Ji, he was wearing your handsome clothes, got into the car and left." The adjutant faltered.

Last night, when Ji Nanbai found him, the adjutant thought he was joking.

But no.

That Ji Nanbai whom he looked down on so much just stood in front of him, said with a smile, "You have to help me protect him well."

Then he took out the pocket watch from his pocket, handed it to him, and said, "My pocket watch is very accurate. It hasn't broken for five years."

Zhou Helan stood in front of the window, but couldn't see anything.

His view was blocked by trees.

In the past, these trees protected him, but now, these trees have become a hindrance.

Between life and death, it is like a river of forgetfulness.

Zhou Helan lowered his head and saw the pocket watch handed over by the adjutant.

Zhou Helan suddenly grabbed the pocket watch, then turned around, wanting to rush out like crazy.

"Master, it's too late."

The adjutant hugged Zhou Helan tightly.

The man was violent and crazy, his eyes were red and he almost collapsed.

"Marshal! Master Ji said, his life is worth your life in exchange for a peaceful world! He said that only you can save this country!"

The adjutant roared hoarsely.

Zhou Helan was stunned suddenly. He listened to the gunfire outside and sat down dejectedly.

"He is most afraid of pain."

Zhou Helan trembled, holding the pocket watch in his hand.

This man who had killed several people without even moving his eyebrows was trembling while holding a pocket watch.

"Marshal..." the adjutant choked up.

Zhou Helan stretched out his hand and slapped himself hard, then stood up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go."

"Master?"

"let's go!"

At 45:[-] in the morning, Ji Nanbai led most of Zhou Helan's soldiers out through the back door.

Enemies swarming around have already swarmed.

This is a bloody battle.

Impossible to survive.

Ji Nanbai is now a target.

He is so afraid of pain.

But after a long time of pain, I don't feel it anymore.

He has to hold on for half an hour.

Give Zhou Helan time to retreat.

The rain was heavy, the wind was strong, and the bullets hurt.

Ji Nanbai fell down.

The surroundings seemed to be silent.

Ji Nanbai thought, Zhou Helan would definitely be able to escape.

"Cut. Finished."

After Wang Taokui finished speaking, the set was silent.

Everyone's eyes were red.

The girls cried so hard that they huddled together.

The men were also weeping silently.

It was the saddest era, and also the most tragic era.

Their identities are doomed to their tragic ending.

It seemed like they shouldn't have met in the first place.

Now that we have met, it is a promise of life and death.

The author has something to say: the ending is very sad, so I put it in a play within a play.

Fortunately, Su Jiaobai and Gu Jinwu are together.