In this life, Bai Hongfang has never felt this kind of unwillingness, this kind of unwillingness comes from the deepest part, it is something that cannot be changed even if it is a life, it is like a flood beast, instantly engulfing Bai Hongfang's entire heart, he watched Yan Jingyu who walked towards him step by step.

At this moment, he felt that he could no longer hold this dagger, he could no longer change anything, and all that was left was to go with the flow, not to live by himself, not to love by himself, and not even to die by himself.

"Come on, let me go happily. The dagger in Bai Hongfang's hand fell off, and with it, he had to be persistent all his life, so he spit out such a sentence with a dead face.

He tried his best, and although he didn't end such a story perfectly, he had given his life to it, and he couldn't even find what he could give anymore.

Yan Jingyu looked at Bai Hongfang, who was still alive but his heart was dead, and said with a sigh: "Really dead, you have never lived, Bai Hongfang, although you have not changed anything, but you have walked vigorously, at least in such a storm, there is a moment, a moment, it belongs to you Bai Hongfang." ”

He smiled, laughed miserably, but the wound in his heart was faintly painful, and he couldn't tell the extent of his bitterness, and finally in this darkness that made him feel suffocated, he slowly closed his eyes, because all this needed to take a full stop, and his life was over.

"In the midst of such a storm, everyone loses the right to live, but he, not damned. A voice resounded throughout the Bai family's tea room.

Yan Jingyu's body was trembling, and he looked at the door of the teahouse with a look of disbelief, the familiar figure that was like a nightmare for him now, that man, named Wei Jiu, the biggest hero in the entire Xicheng District for decades.

The teacup in Bai Wenshan's hand fell and shattered, just like his reality, because of the appearance of this man, it slowly tore.

The man who was facing death indefinitely opened his eyes, and he looked at the man who appeared like sunshine, and for a moment burst into tears.

The cruel memories of the past do not fade with age, remorse smooths the water chestnut in the soul, and the right words are better than sharp knives.

"Wei !! nine !!" Bai Wenshan's voice full of unwillingness and taboo resounded throughout the teahouse.

"It's down there. Wei Jiu had a faint smile on his face, even though he was scarred at the moment, no less than anyone else.

Yan Jingyu couldn't help but take a few steps back, perhaps because the appearance of this man gave him too much shock.

Wei Jiu looked at Bai Wenshan, who had a wonderful face, and said silently: "Give you an answer to the doubts in your heart, that old man is dead, although he shouldn't have died, but there are always people who need to pay a price for history." ”

A good show, just under Bai Wenshan's eyes, turned into a bad show, Bai Wenshan was extremely angry at this moment, but the next moment, he smiled, and said while laughing: "With you who are scarred now, what can you stop?"

Wei Jiu listened, just stepped into the teahouse, and then said: "From beginning to end, I never thought that I could stop anything, just like the torrent of this era, this Bai family's backlash, I can't do anything but choose a decent death for myself, but now what I can stop is very simple, that is, I want Bai Hongfang to step out of the Bai family's compound alive." ”

"Dream!" Bai Wenshan roared angrily, he only felt that he was being teased by Wei Jiu, and he shouted to Yan Jingyu, whose body was trembling, "Kill him now!" ”

Bai Wenshan's words brought Yan Jingyu back to his senses, he slowly clenched his fists, although he could see that Wei Jiu was infinitely close to lingering at the moment, but Wei Jiu was still a big mountain in his heart.

"What are you doing in a daze!!!Give me !!," Bai Wenshan yelled at Yan Jingyu, who was motionless.

Yan Jingyu finally moved, took a step forward like this, and then went straight to Wei Jiu.

Wei Jiu threw away the blazer that had already been torn by the dagger, the sweater inside the suit was also a little tattered and stained with crimson, and he couldn't tell who the blood stains were coming from, or himself.

"Silly woman, you stained your sweater, but you shouldn't blame me this time. Wei Jiu muttered to himself.

At the next moment, Yan Jingyu, who was like a hungry tiger pounced, had already appeared in front of him.

This is a horizontal kick that Yan Jingyu used all his strength, giving people a feeling of bringing out the sound of breaking the wind, and the power can be imagined.

There was a muffled sound, it was the sound of flesh colliding with flesh.

Yan Jingyu's eyes widened, not only that, but Bai Wenshan was also shocked.

This man, who was a little shaky just by standing, blocked this leg with one hand, and then Yan Jingyu only felt a hand like pincers holding his leg, and a huge force attacked, he realized Wei Jiu's fist that broke through his defensive line, and immediately made a defensive form, but he didn't expect that this punch did not fall, but stopped abruptly in the air.

Yan Jingyu was stunned for a second at first, and realized that everything was not good the next moment, but it was too late, Wei Jiu's hand let go of his leg, and a heavy punch landed on Yan Jingyu's ribs.

Bai Wenshan heard the creepy sound of broken ribs, Yan Jingyu fell to the ground like this, it seemed that there was no suspense in this battle from beginning to end, but he just saw some boundless fantasies before.

Yan Jingyu was lying on the ground, only feeling that his ribs were broken, and he didn't dare to move a bit, because he knew very well that standing up at this time would only accelerate the passage of his life.

Wei Jiu did not continue to say that Jingyu was dead, but walked step by step towards Bai Hongfang, who was leaning against the wall, his eyes were full of dead ashes, his every step was so heavy, no one could know how heartbreaking he was, as if no one knew how much he had paid, from a nobody to the biggest hero in Xicheng District.

Bai Wenshan just watched this scene dumbfounded, his expression stiffened to the point that it gave people the illusion that it might fall off at any time.

Wei Jiu picked up the dagger that Bai Hongfang had dropped, he clearly remembered that this dagger was once given by him to this young man who left the Bai family and left Xicheng District to step into the capital, and now this young man has been in the capital like a dog, but this young man who has survived the vast darkness, why is his eyes full of dead ashes, which makes him desperate.

"Live. Wei Jiu stretched out his hand and handed the dagger to Bai Hongfang again, just like ten years ago.

Bai Hongfang raised his head, he looked at Wei Jiu, this man who had obviously suffered more than him, but he didn't want to fall, he choked up and said, "I don't know what I'm living for." ”

Wei Jiu frowned and sighed deeply, he had to admit that he was a little distressed by this man who he had watched grow up, all of this obviously needed to be borne by him, this man should not have to bear so much.

Sacrifice is always indispensable in this world, perhaps in order to prevent the people he loves and the people he guards from touching these darkness and despair, he has dedicated his life to such a river and lake, he doesn't care if he is the big villain, and he doesn't care how many people are pointing at his back and scolding, he just hopes that under the small sky he holds up, someone can live carefree below, love, hate.

This is what he has pursued all his life, it is very simple, so simple that it is like an extremely cliché TV series, but the world has given everything to this cliché and the most complicated grievances, so this simple story has become pathetic.

"To live for yourself, if you are not worthy of your own life, then live for those who die, remember those who are buried underneath, may resent you, may be jealous of you, but absolutely do not want to see you so soon and so quickly. Bai Hongfang, I don't care how tormented and painful you will be in the future, but at least in front of me, I will never allow you to die. Wei Jiu said, how much he wanted to take out his whole soul and give it to him, he wouldn't say these powerless words so weakly.

Bai Hongfang looked at the dagger in the air and fell into a deep silence for a while.

"The darker the night, the brighter the stars, always remember that these cruel tortures, will not be easy to give up and let go of a person, but a real strong person is a person who has experienced the trough of infinite despair and survived again, you still have too many scenery to see, you have not clearly loved a person, hated a person, that is what you have not yet experienced, and after you have experienced everything, then decide whether you live or die. Wei Jiu pushed the dagger in front of Bai Hongfang's eyes and said again.

Bai Hongfang stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched the dagger, and said with red eyes: "Wei Jiu, can I really live?"

"Why can't it?" Wei Jiu saw that Bai Hongfang finally accepted the dagger, and finally exhaled a deep breath, maybe it was enough for him to be relieved at this moment, because even if he was so tattered, he could still redeem a person, and he was a little glad that the world didn't seem to force him into absolute despair.

"Kill Wei Jiu!!" Bai Wenshan's roar broke Wei Jiu's reverie at this time.

A figure suddenly got up, Yan Jingyu, whose ribs had been broken, didn't know when to get up, what he was holding in his hand was another dagger that Bai Hongfang had just left behind, and this desperate man had already rushed to Wei Jiu's body and stabbed it violently.

There is always someone who needs to draw an end to such a story, and at this moment, Yan Jingyu feels that he will be the one who draws a full stop.