Zheng has been the second - Mo Ruo parted

When Zheng had walked out of the clubhouse, there was a small tail behind him. "Let's go, let's go...... Don't come back to this kind of place. ”

But the girl didn't buy it: "I'm looking for someone! They told me, I follow them, and I can find the person I'm looking for......

Of course, Zheng already knows what kind of people the "they" in the mouth of the Spring Flower Girl are. "Are you stupid? You can believe this kind of person's words, and you dare to come to this kind of place! I am also curious, what kind of person can make you so self-dedicated?"

"My future object!" said the girl with some pride. "Then again, have you ever seen a man named Zheng Youcai?"

Zheng almost fell. "Who?"

"Zheng Youcai! Brother Youcai!Na, it's a white and pure little brother, probably so much taller than me, how old...... It's not big, it's about the same as me, it's about thirty years old now. "She

Gesturing as he spoke.

"If you see him, tell him, 'I'm still waiting for him!' ”

Zheng was a little crying and laughing. Those people are really good, and the spring flower girl has really found her head after them. "Where does that family live? What kind of job? Do you have a family? Do you know all these basic information? If you don't know it, you can search for people all over the world, and you are really capable!"

The girl was really stopped by these questions, and bowed her head and was silent. "So, it's only right to go back to where you came from, forget about him, and live your life well. Zheng has spoken earnestly.

But when the girl heard this, she looked up at him firmly, and said resolutely: "You are right! I have to find him and ask him these questions." Thanks for the reminder!"

I didn't listen to anything when I co-authored!

For the first time in his life, Zheng felt a lot of pressure.

At this gesture of looking up, Zheng had caught a glimpse of what was hanging around her neck.

Two small silver earrings, but they have been changed into pendants. The silver pendant is slightly old, and it is thought to be the owner's inseparable thing, but it is still as delicate as before because of the careful care.

Seeing this, Zheng already had some mixed tastes.

"You're a good guy. Miss Chunhua judged. "If you run into him one day, I'm going to trouble you to tell him!"

"Let's just say that Li Chunhua from Gubai Village is still waiting for him, waiting for him to marry her. ”

Wave your hand and go, one and two wide.

Zheng was also a little inexplicably melancholy. Yes, Li Chunhua didn't recognize him. All the emotions generated by this parting were controlled by himself from beginning to end. Neither does he himself

Know where this perverse mood comes from. "This part, probably...... We won't see each other again. ”

But the four most important words in the world are the opposite.

He didn't expect that it would only be a year before he met the Spring Flower Girl again.

Only this time, the ending became a real goodbye to each other.

"Okay, I promise you...... But you are not allowed to hurt her in the slightest. When the superiors in the organization threw all the information about Li Chunhua in front of Zheng Ji, Zheng Ji, who had always resisted this mission, finally gave in.

"You can rest assured. Do your best for the organization, and the organization will not treat you badly. ”

As a secret spy lurking in country C for a long time, I don't know how long I have to lurk, I don't know what kind of mission I have to wait for, I can only watch the years go by in vain, and waste the years in a daze. These, for people like Zheng who want to show their ambitions, are tantamount to a long period of torture and destruction.

He was determined to resist to the end, but the organization caught on to his deadliest weakness.

In order to hide his identity, he had to marry a wife and have children under the arrangement of the organization. He instinctively resisted, but when the so-called "wife" brought the spring flower girl's tattered and bloody clothes, he gave in again.

During the whole process, Zheng did not feel the slightest joy. He just mechanically did what he had to do, closing his eyes and forcing himself not to think about the woman under him.

The deliberate whispers and moans that came from his ears were so charming that he felt the smell of blood lingering in his nose all the time, making him want to retch.

It was the smell of blood emitted by the bloody clothes of the spring flowers. This smell, just one touch, is enough to make Zheng unforgettable for the rest of his life.

When the organization hypocritically asked him where he wanted to lurk in Country C, Zheng did not hesitate to choose Gubai Village. He just wanted to be closer to the land where Chunhua lived, and to be closer. Blowing the wind she has blown, drenching her rain, walking the fields and mountains she has walked, listening to the birds and cicadas she has heard.

Like, she's around.

As for the pseudonym, he did not hesitate to choose the vulgar name "Zheng Youcai".

Just because, this name belongs only to him and her.

He loved to wander around the village just to feel her breath. At the same time, his psyche began to be pathologically distorted. He gradually abandoned all good things, frantically ruined his image like masochism, gave up on himself, tried his best to make himself obscene and perverted, and found a pleasure in it.

In the past 23 years, he has painted the ground as a prison, and has never left Gubai Village. He gradually changed from the original young man with top guns to a waste person that the villagers were afraid to avoid.

Twenty-three years, nothing has been accomplished.

He was depraved, and everyone felt that he was rotten from the inside out.

But who knows, he was also a clear and clear young man.

But no matter how filthy his life was, one thing must be clean.

A black crockpot, a jar of white sugar water.

Daily cleaning, daily renewal, twenty-three years, a day has not been broken, as first seen.

Like an obsession, I planted the cause 34 years ago, and practiced hard for 23 years.

Just to cultivate one, the fruit that cannot be sought in this life and this life.

As for the mark on the crockpot, it is nothing more than a spring flower.

It's just that the spring flower, a flower of hope that means to love each other forever, will never be able to welcome the girl called the spring flower.

Time is quietly ferried, and all the peace and quiet are just the handouts of fate going downstream. If the boat runs aground one day, it means that a story has reached its end.

And the people in the story, it's time to separate.

In the twenty-first year, Zheng had received something.

A set of pendants converted from earrings.

A pair of old, blackened silver pendants that seemed to be stained with blood.

"Do one last thing for the organization. When you're done, you're good to go. ”

After receiving the order, he killed his so-called wife and children without emotion. He did these things without any guilt and even felt a sense of relief.

All of this is finally coming to an end. I'm finally able to see you.

Little fools.

Two years of preparation, one day to start.

The night before he started, he was full of joy and anticipation, and thought about countless pictures of reuniting with the Spring Flower Girl. He must take care of himself from head to toe, and he must leave his old life

Shadow, for the rest of your life, lived with her in the sun.

It's just that I don't know, after so many years, how is that girl now. After all these years, she was not very scared, was she looking for him.

But it doesn't matter, after seeing her, he will definitely comfort her well and never be separated again.

He also deliberately re-cleaned the black crockpot on one side. Just when he was about to put it back in place, the crockpot in his hand did not hold it firmly and fell to the ground.

Shattered in response.

Zheng had already felt an inexplicable panic, and he was nervous and put away the fragments. According to the custom of the village, he buried the fragments under the ancient cypress tree at the entrance of the village, and never prayed as sincerely as he did now that no accidents would happen.

This time, however, the blessing of the gods did not come. If you dare to disobey the organization, how can you have a good end?

And the so-called unhealthy death actually only needs a few words:

"Li Chunhua, she died twenty-three years ago. ”

"And you don't have to live anymore. ”

……

Crematoriums in the suburbs.

The freezers contain the bodies of people who have died as a result of the plague. In order to prevent secondary infection, each body was packed into a special huge sealed bag, which was centrally disposed of by the city's public health department.

The ferocity of the disease caused unprecedented fear among the population. People avoided it, and few people came to mourn.

An old worker and a young worker are pulling open each drawer of the freezer in turn, and after registering the names of the recipients and other information about the wrapped corpses, they are dragged into the incinerator.

"It's really bad luck to die, so many people who are sick and dead. The young man complained visibly.

"Poor people. The old man sighed.

When he dragged a corpse, the young man visibly hesitated. "What's wrong?" the old man in charge of registration on the side stepped forward.

"It's strange! There are no names of family and friends on this bag, so no one has come to collect his ashes?"

The old man looked at the blank column on the bag and shook his head. "I'm afraid there is no one in his family. After the ashes are burned, let's put them on the back of the head. ”

The ashes that lie "behind" are often unclaimed. Or the most heinous condemned prisoners, or the homeless people living on the streets, or the dead of their families, and there are no descendants.

In short, they are all people who have been deliberately or unintentionally forgotten by the world.

According to the process, some large bones will not be broken in the ashes after burning, and someone needs to break them. Sometimes it is the family of the deceased, and sometimes it is necessary for the carnage workers to do it for them, smashing them with tools.

For example, at this time, two workers, an old man and a young man, were smashing the bones left behind by the burning of the unclaimed corpse. "What is this?" the young man picked out a small object from the ashes, black, black and yellow

Yellow, look at this vague outline, as if it is some kind of pendant.

The young man took it in his hand and rubbed it vigorously. Facing the light, the object in his hand revealed a silvery white.

"Ha, it's still silver...... Oops, old thing, why are you hitting me?!"

The old man was a little excited, and he couldn't stop coughing: "What we do is to send the dead on the road, not to follow the movement of the dead......! Don't put it back yet!"

The young man wanted to refute something, but when he saw the old man's appearance, he didn't argue anymore. "Cut, isn't it just a piece of broken silver? Who is rare?" muttered the young man, throwing the thing in his hand

went back.

The pendant arced through the air, as if glowing with silver, before falling back into the ashes.

Dependent on each other, there is no separation.