"Don't cry. He sucked the **** tears a little bit, regardless of the swelling pain under him, he cupped her little face and asked, "Do you want to be with me?"

"Yes, even if it's a night together!" said sweetheart.

She is fed up with living alone, she is fed up with the loneliness of every day for the past few years, she wants someone to eat with her, sleep with her, wake up and say good morning to her, she wants someone to wait for her to come home one day, to say "you're back" when she walks in the door.

She is willing to live such a life even if it is a day!

"I ......" Situ Qinglang took a deep breath, because he was nervous and drunk, he rarely spoke slowly and carefully, he said seriously, "Maybe tomorrow morning, when I come to my senses, I may ...... Unable to face this qiē. I can't be with you, but I can't let you go. ”

"Why?" Sweetheart was stunned again, and before the tears of joy could fall, her heart immediately rose to her throat, why can't she be with herself?

Because I'm an orphan, because I'm poor and ordinary, because I'm ...... Not well-behaved? Because you're too young?

In this short moment, Sweetheart thought of countless possibilities.

But he didn't expect Situ Qinglang to say: "I don't know when I'll die, I'm afraid that I will leave you alone, and I can't let you live alone." ”

Sweetheart's heart suddenly tightened, as if she had been stung, and she asked, "Why did you die? Why did you leave me alone?"

Situ Qinglang suddenly propped up his upper body, and unbuttoned his shirt by two, revealing his strong and thin muscles, and near his heart, there was a crooked, centipede-like hideous stitch.

Sweetheart's eyes darkened, and she felt that the scar seemed to grow on herself!

Situ Qinglang held her hand and put it on his ugly wound, frowned and said, "Did you touch it......?" It's scary?"

Sweetheart shook her head vigorously, her white fingers rubbing the wound, and she was so distressed that she was about to shed tears.

"I'm covered in wounds, with broken legs today and broken hands tomorrow, and maybe I won't be able to walk at any time, or I won't be able to see, or I won't be able to speak, or I won't be able to live, so ...... To be with you is to be irresponsible to you. Situ Qinglang explained bitterly.

"Why...... Why is this happening?"

Sweetheart remembered the story told by the first squad leader last time, she thought that the first squad leader was exaggerating, and soldiers would not be so dangerous, but she never expected Situ Qinglang to crawl under the muzzle of the knife every day, thinking that his life was hanging by a thread, she couldn't let him go.

She sat up and wanted to hug him tightly, but Situ Qinglang hesitated, but stepped back, grabbed the shirt on the side and put it on.

That momentary pause seemed to pull back some of his senses, and seeing the crumpled clothes under him, the pitiful and helpless eyes, he thought, he couldn't do anything that made him hate himself for the rest of his life.

He collapsed on the bed, trying to calm his breathing and thoughts that he shouldn't have, and he clutched his sweetheart's hand tightly, as if thinking about how he would end it.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Sweetheart couldn't help but be even more frightened, she cautiously crawled to his side, plucked up the courage to ask, "Qinglang, I'm not afraid...... I'm very content to be with you for a day, can you let me ...... With you?"

Situ Qinglang's headache was about to crack, he shook his head and stared at the ceiling, he had never been so hesitant and contradictory, no matter which step he took, the ending seemed to make him regret it.

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