New York, USA.

Meng Hua sat on the chair of the hospital bed, flipping through the books in his hands, looking at Meng Hua at this time, it was easy to give people a feeling, as if Meng Hua was an angel who fell from the sky, extremely pure, filth was scattered in front of him, he brought pure love to the world, and then, let himself bear the sadness alone, and the cycle continued.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the years of wisdom, it was the years of foolishness, it was the time of faith, it was the time of doubt, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of disappointment, we were all going straight to heaven, we were all going straight in the opposite direction, in short, it was so much like now, that some of the most noisy authorities insisted on describing it with the superlatives of adjectives. To say it's good is superlative, and to say it's bad is superlative. Meng Hua said, and it was "A Tale of Two Cities" in his hand.

The beginning of A Tale of Two Cities is extremely classic, it can be said to be a literary masterpiece, Meng Hua finished reading it, closed his eyes, and didn't know what he was feeling.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, sonorous and powerful, it should be the sound of high heels, Meng Hua opened his eyes and closed the book, Meng Hua He showed sadness at this moment, for some reason, the man walked into the ward, Meng Hua looked at the person, and the person looked at Meng Hua.

"Jiang Ling, why are you here?" Meng Hua said, sighing, that's right, the person who came was Jiang Luhai's sister Jiang Ling, Jiang Ling was wearing a pair of purple high heels, walked up to Meng Hua, and sat down.

"You're my first patient, how can I not come and see you?" Jiang Ling said, "Besides, we were classmates, weren't we?"

Meng Hua didn't have any reaction, and Jiang Ling seemed to be used to it, they hadn't seen each other for a long time, Meng Hua was still so cold, Jiang Ling saw "A Tale of Two Cities" on the table, and smiled. "A Tale of Two Cities? You're very laid-back. Meng Hua was a little displeased.

"Where's Dr. John, where is he?" Meng Hua asked, Jiang Ling took out a report from his bag.

"Doctor John has already docked with me, you will be taken care of by me next, I will be your attending doctor, everything your situation must go through me, you know?" Jiang Ling said, Meng Hua glanced at Jiang Ling coldly, and then lay on the bed with "A Tale of Two Cities" and put the book next to the bed.

"I'm going to rest, you go out first. Meng Hua said, his voice was cold, but Jiang Ling smiled.

"I've heard from my brother that the girl you love and your good friend are having a good time. As soon as Jiang Ling finished speaking, Meng Hua got up and looked back at Jiang Ling, Jiang Ling was a little afraid, yes, afraid, it was like a dragon being offended against the scales, the dragon was mighty, Jiang Ling couldn't move at this moment! Meng Hua walked, the window was blown by the wind, and the wind seemed to welcome the emperor's return!

"Jiangling, although we are friends, I warn you, don't touch my bottom line!" Meng Hua said. Jiang Ling felt that his hands and feet were cold, and being stared at by Meng Hua was almost as if he was being targeted by death, but Jiang Ling smiled again at this moment.

"We are all going straight to heaven, we are all going straight to the opposite direction, Meng Hua, this is exactly you, your favorite girl and your best friend are running to heaven, enjoying the best happiness, and you are slowly falling into hell, you are going the opposite way, you will fall into the abyss of never seeing each other, and even if you do, I am afraid you will not talk for half a word!" Jiang Ling said, and then turned around.

"Meng Hua, although you are an angel, you have been haunted by demons. After Jiang Ling finished speaking, he walked to the door, and then walked out slowly, still chanting the god's article.

"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth is empty and chaotic, the face of the abyss is dark, and the Spirit of God hovers over the waters. God said there should be light, and there was light!" Jiang Ling said. "When you're full of sin, it's better to pray for God's help than to lament your life, isn't it?"

When the wind stopped, Meng Hua became extremely weak, and instantly turned into an old man, without any vitality.

"I am full of sins, I can't help myself, my life is coming to an end, but even so, I want her to go straight to heaven and be happy, and as for my friend, he will remember his promise to me and keep it. Meng Hua said, closed his eyes, leaned on the bed and fell down, crying bitterly, like a child, a child who has lost the most precious thing.

"I love her and have nothing to do with her. After Meng Hua finished speaking, the space became quiet, but a breeze blew, and the carnations in the vase were also swaying with the wind, swaying with the wind, a drop of rain and dew dripping from the petals, dripping onto the floor, and there was a sound of dripping and dadling, this incomparably pure empty sound, straight to heaven!

"JMC, I'm sorry. ”

Outside the ward, Jiang Ling had already fallen against the wall, crying incessantly, holding the report card tightly in his hand, and his eyes were closed.

In Tokyo, Japan, in a courtyard, Miyamoto Chizo looked at a long knife in front of him, a gorgeous scabbard, a slender blade!

"This is recyclable garbage! Don't throw it wrong!" Miyamoto Chizo shouted loudly, and the beautiful woman replied instantly.

"Got it, you can cook honestly!" Miyamoto Chizo nodded, then took the beer out of the refrigerator and drank it.

"Dust to dust, dust to earth! Fifty years of life, compared with heaven and earth, are like dreams and illusions, and those who were once alive are not perishable?" Miyamoto Chizo said Oda Nobunaga's famous words, shaking the beer bottle, and shaking it again and again until a few drops spilled.

"There is no immortal in this world, and even Oda Nobunaga, a truth that the ancients understood, why would anyone believe that the so-called fate would have been passed down to the present?

Miyamoto Chizo came to the phone, still very helpless, to answer or not to answer? This Canglan Yilong is really annoying! Miyamoto Chizo scratched his hair, forget it, just don't hear it, Miyamoto Chizo turned around, Canglan Yilong was already squatting in front of him, still holding hot tea in his hand, Miyamoto Chizo did not have the slightest fear and panic, took out another can of beer from the refrigerator, drank it, and the two were silent for a long time.

"Believe it or not, I asked someone from the police department to arrest you!" Miyamoto Chizo broke the deadlock first, Canglan Yilong looked at Miyamoto Chizo, then looked around, and asked.

"Where's your knife?" Canglan Yilong stared at Miyamoto Chizo, Miyamoto Chizo took another sip and replied slowly.

"Throw it away, I don't know if I don't throw it away, that knife is actually recyclable garbage. Canglan Yilong was furious, and directly poured the tea on Miyamoto Chizo!

"That's the white knife, Shuanghua! You just threw it away!" Canglan Yilong didn't doubt whether Miyamoto Chizo was lying, because Miyamoto Chizo has always been a person who says everything! Miyamoto Chizo looked at the tea on his body and said with a smile.

"It's over, as soon as the old woman comes, I'm afraid I'll have to be scolded again, are you finished?" Miyamoto Chizo looked at Canglan Yilong.

"You're unreasonable!" Canglan Yilong said, Miyamoto Chizo laughed when he heard it, and he still laughed wildly!

"Don't fucking pretend to be a saint for me! You crazy people, demons! You've already killed a twenty-year-old girl, what do you want to do? How many more people do you want to die! Fuck me! You fucking say! Soul is gone!" Miyamoto Chizo and Canglan Yilong looked at each other, Canglan Yilong lost in momentum for the first time, Miyamoto Chizo, who was originally a hanger, is like an angry king at this moment!

"That kid, who still has a lot of future, committed suicide on the spot because he was indoctrinated with that unreasonable legend! Do you think you're a bad guy! Are you so happy, isn't it Tesser? I'll let your mother fart!" Miyamoto Chizo scolded.

"It was an accident. Canglan Yilong said, Miyamoto Chizo was even more angry!

"You're still fucking making excuses!" Miyamoto Chizo punched him, and Canglan Yilong was knocked flying, but he didn't complain, for the girl's death, the punch he received was too light.

"There will be an understanding of what happened back then, but we should also give an explanation to our souls! Give an explanation to our own kendo!" Canglan Yilong said, Miyamoto Chizo was angry and nodded wildly.

"Okay, good, I've obeyed you!Stubborn!Ignorant!Unreasonable!Please get out of my house!" Miyamoto Chizo said, Canglan Yilong got up, bowed slightly, walked out of the door, and said.

"Please tell the Divine Guardian that you don't need to come to Japan in the near future, and now that the Kendo Challenge has begun, I'm afraid that the appearance of the Imperial Sword will cause a stir. ”

"Get out!" Miyamoto Chizo scolded, and after Canglan Yilong finished speaking, he walked out of the courtyard and left a sentence.

"Miyamoto-kun, you're still my best friend. Miyamoto Chizo looked at the messy surroundings, shook his head and cried bitterly, in front of him was the figure of the woman, Sakura, what a beautiful name? Ancient myths, I'm afraid there is no such a beautiful name, there is no such beautiful woman, but this is such a woman, destroyed by the so-called pedantic ancient myths, and the cherry blossoms withered!

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! It's our fault!" Miyamoto said, and then didn't speak for a long time.

"Later, I have to scold my wife again. Chizo Miyamoto got up and stretched, for some reason, giving the illusion that he seemed to be old again. Miyamoto Chizo cleaned up, and after a while, he didn't clean up, but instead watched TV, drank beer, and returned to his appearance.

"Scold, scold, scold, I'm a little better. Miyamoto Chizo said, the cherry blossoms were flying outside the window, and Canglan Yilong suddenly looked back and saw the scene of the cherry blossoms, shed a tear, and bowed deeply, as if he was confessing something.