The quiet conversation flowed like flowing water through the orbit carved by the god of time, and finally, Song Zhiying's life passed to an end. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At the last moment, the old man trembled and stretched out his hand, trying to capture the figure of his old friend in his blurred vision. A hand was silently handed to his old hand, as in the past few decades, making people feel strong and tolerant, unconsciously reassuring to rely on and messing around. He grabbed it and smiled smugly.

What's the nonsense, anyway, no matter how much Lao Tzu makes trouble, there is someone who follows behind his ass to clean up the mess for him.

But this fool still thinks that he owes him a lot.

Just let him owe it like that, remember.

It was his last willfulness.

It's just that he is gone, and he wants to leave Chen Zhi alone in this world. I don't know if his new friends are intimate enough, whether they are enough to experience his silent tenderness, and whether they are enough to fill his boundless loneliness......

He thought he was satisfied enough, thought that there was nothing to give up in this life, but when he died, he realized that he was so worried. In the end, I wanted to leave an old friend with a free and heroic and sunny last words, so that Chen Zhi, who had been playing handsome in front of him, could also see his handsome side, but his wrinkled lips trembled, but he only let out a vague sigh.

"The public did not cross the river, but the public crossed the river. Crossing the river and dying, how can he ...... his patience"

I advised you not to cross the river, but you preferred to cross it. Crossing the river and dying, how can I bear you!

I'm so worried about you, I'm so hopeful that you will never take any more risks, and never take on so many responsibilities that don't belong to you in silence, but you are so stubborn, you never listen to persuasion, and I don't know how your friends around you worry about you.

I'm really old, right...... When I was younger, I never spoke so cowardly, but now, I only hope that my dearest friend will be safe, happy, happy, and content, free from that eternal curse, and have happiness that ordinary people do not care about.

The old man's faint voice gradually disappeared, and the last sentence was vague in his throat, and finally, there was no more sound.

The sun, which struggled in the red of blood and the black of ink, was finally dragged down by the countless little hands that reached out from the depths of hell in the night, leaving behind a desperate afterimage. The light and shadow shifted, and the color of the room gradually faded from residual red to a complete, eternal black.

Chen Zhi's lonely black shadow was eaten away by the rushing darkness.

In the darkness, in the silence of death, he held the old man's stiff hand with both hands, hung his head motionless, and could not even breathe lightly, like a sculpture through the cuckoo's bloody sunset. In a trance, it was as if this room had been coldly ripped out of the normal orbit of the world by the gods of heaven who had no sorrow or joy, and Chen Zhi was the prisoner abandoned by the gods in the cage.

Another person left.

Another person left.

If meeting is destined to mean parting, he would rather never meet.

In his life, how many hopeless encounters will there be, dressed up as happy, but in the end, only boundless loneliness and bottomless regret will be left, leaving him alone to taste the taste of parting?

A sweet and smiling face suddenly flashed in his mind, and in an instant, the girl who always looked at him quietly with a smile suddenly cried desperately. She didn't say anything, just crying, just crying, and he looked at her silently, weak.

It was the first time he had tasted the pain of his heart.

…… Why did she come into this world......

Chen Zhi buried his face in his rough and slender hands, and the pain that he couldn't reach out to touch day and night tormented him, and only one person remembered the pain that he didn't dare to touch. He really couldn't figure out whether God was making amends to him or punishing him.

If this is a mockery of him from heaven, then such a method is too cruel to do.

***

Gu Lian has not been sent out since she was in the limelight, and Liu Zijing generously said that she was not in good health and could not let her take risks. Gu Lian sneered in her heart, who in this room is not injured, how can he not see him so kind to others.

She couldn't hold back in the end, and sneered at Liu Zijing: "In this case, the Phantom Base shouldn't be able to send people to appear tonight." ”

She now looks at Liu Zijing horizontally and vertically, and she only thinks that this decent young man is a bloody executioner, and no matter how clean his hands are, they are ugly.

She couldn't hold back the hatred.

Fortunately, Liu Zijing will not kill her now, and the more she hates him, the more relieved he feels. As long as her movements are on the bright side, he doesn't worry about what she's doing, and he turns a blind eye to the interaction between her and Zhang Jing from time to time. Although Zhang Jing has not reported anything to him so far, Zhang Jing's actions are too frank, and he does not mean to guard against Liu Zijing at all, he naturally believes in his good brother and right-hand man, he only thinks that he has her person, and sometimes he is secretly happy in his heart, Bai Hengyuan's people can be snatched away by him, and he really deserves to be his buddy.

The bait has been released, and it depends on whether they can take the bait.

Even if he doesn't take the bait, he believes that Wan Lao and the big people above him will definitely operate properly and make the most of this small chess piece.

The prospect is very good, Liu Zijing didn't care about Gu Lian's full body of acupuncture, and even joked in a good mood: "I naturally want to preserve my strength and protect our number one star." ”

Although this statement is a joke, there is a certain part of it that is true. Since Gu Lian teased the audience last time, although she has not appeared in the public again, there is still no shortage of angry audiences who still chant her pseudonym when others are on the stage, telling her to get out and let her die, and even some idle people who are sore find a familiar tune, put on the lyrics that mock and insult her, and sing it loudly. This kind of behavior quickly aroused the approval of others, and indirectly circled people who didn't know or had no interest in her - but unfortunately it was black fans, every time the game ended, this group of psychopathic audiences would sing this song in unison, and after singing, they burst into laughter, and smug Gu Lian, who had seen everything in the lounge, sometimes really wanted to mention a rocket launcher and blasted them to the ground.

By the way, the marketing manager of the gladiatorial arena was very witty to make all kinds of ugly portraits of her, scolding street banners, etc., and sold them at the hands of customers when they entered the venue to sign in, and the sales were quite high in just a few days. Seeing this, the athletic manager of the gladiatorial arena and the people from other bases also began to use their brains, thinking that the next season should focus on excavating girls or Zhengtai with such characteristics, and then train them to become star players, and finally plan a perfect death for them, the money must have been turned upside down.

Gu Lian rolled her eyes and turned around to leave, but was stopped by Liu Zijing's words.

"You've been in the lounge for so many days, don't you feel annoyed? Would you like to take a look at the site today? (To be continued.) )