Looking at Han Yuexin, who was in estrus, although Yang Hong was teased by her, he still kept his senses, and said a little dumbfounded: "You don't think about it now, do you!" ”

"You're beautiful!"

Han Yuexin, who was still emotional just now, suddenly pushed him away and smiled: "However, after dinner tonight, you know!" ”

"I know what a fart!"

Complaining in his heart, Yang Hong couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp.

Today's dinner is Chen Yu's treat, and he will go with Qi Duxue, and when the dinner is over, if he leaves directly with Han Yuexin, it is estimated that he will not want to go home in the future.

Seeing Yang Hong's hesitant look, Han Yuexin's coquettish alchemy instantly became cold: "Yang Hong, you really have an idea in your heart, eating in the bowl and looking at the pot, you disappoint me too much!" After speaking, his face was stunned, and he went downstairs angrily.

Looking at her departing back, Yang Hong smiled helplessly, this Han Yuexin is good anywhere, there is one point, that is, she is too scheming, and the seemingly casual question just now is full of temptation.

With a slight sigh, Yang Hong lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, looked into the distance through the window, and gently exhaled a piece of mist.

"I really can't fully integrate into the lives of ordinary people, maybe that kind of bloody and bloody day is suitable for me." Muttering to himself, a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth.

During those years abroad, almost every day was spent in the smoke of war.

Killing, death, has become commonplace, the feeling of crawling out of a corpse, is incomprehensible to ordinary people, as if falling into a hell, not only enemies, but also the corpses of comrades, the pain and torture of death and loss, even the strongest people can't help but go crazy.

The men on the battlefield used various ways to vent their fear and murderous intent, some took drugs, some killed each other, and some even masochist, and for Yang Hong, spirits and women were the ways he used to vent, in order to comfort his numb and scarred heart.

If he hadn't met Bai Shuyao, he might have sunk forever, for a person without faith, Bai Shuyao's appearance became his faith, a driving force that supported him, and allowed him to come out of hell step by step.

Now he has finally returned to the world from the hell of killing and lived a peaceful and peaceful life, which was originally Bai Shuyao's dream, but unfortunately she will never see this day.

Every night when he sleeps, he has nightmares, and in his dreams it seems that he is back on the battlefield and fighting with Bai Shuyao.

Leaning against the window, Yang Hong suddenly found that he was really tired, unable to forget the past, and unable to fully accept the present.

On the other side, Han Yuexin walked down the stairs angrily, originally thinking that Yang Hong would catch up and please herself, but she waited left and right, and still didn't see him go downstairs.

"Dead Yang Hong without conscience!"

Muttering angrily, although she was still indignant in her heart, she couldn't help but go back.

Seeing Yang Hong standing motionless in place, looking into the distance through the window, Han Yuexin was so angry that she just wanted to open her mouth to drink, but her face was stunned.

The side back, which seems to be straight like a statue, reveals a touch of indescribable loneliness and heaviness, and half of the side face is filled with a touch of sorrow and sadness, exuding a faint vicissitudes.

That kind of oppressive and shocking aura made Han Yuexin's heart fill with a thick sourness, and all the resentment just now disappeared, and she couldn't help but step forward and hug his strong back like steel.

Leaning her face on her back, Han Yuexin gently rubbed her soft voice and said, "Yang Hong, you are still angry with me." ”

Sobering up from his memories and exhaling heavily, Yang Hong's face reappeared lazily and carelessly, as if he had put on a mask in an instant.

Feeling Han Yuexin hugging him behind him, he sighed secretly in his heart.

Now he has escaped from the battlefield full of gunsmoke, in this peaceful and prosperous society of ordinary people, they can no longer be used as a tool to vent their emotions as before, after all, people are emotional animals.

"Hey, after years of debauchery, I finally tasted the bitterness, Shuyao, is this that you have a spirit in heaven and deliberately punish me." Shaking his head with a wry smile, Yang Hong turned his head to look at Han Yuexin, who was leaning on his back.

Originally, he and Han Yuexin were just passionate overnight, and they thought that it would be difficult to see each other in this life, and even if they met again, there would not be any nine, but they didn't expect it to become like this.

Now Han Yuexin is deeply embedded in his life and cannot be separated.

"Yuexin, I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself."

Yang Hong shook his head, sighed slowly and said, "You should understand that what you really want, I can't give you." ”

Han Yuexin's body stiffened, the hand holding Yang Hong tightened a little, and her voice trembled slightly because of excitement: "I don't want to know this, I just want to stay with you, you know, only when I am with you, I can feel that sense of security, I have a sense of home, I don't want any reputation, I just want to be with you, okay!" ”

"You're doing something stupid, and you'll regret it one day."

Turning around, Yang Hong picked up Han Yuexin's face with a complicated expression, and looked directly at her persistent eyes: "It's not fair to you, you can have a better choice." ”

"There's nothing fair or unfair, it's all my own decision, I'm just going to do stupid things now, as for what will happen in the future, who can say for sure, maybe after a while, I will like other men again."

Han Yuexin said stubbornly, staring intently at Yang Hong's deep eyes, and there was a trance in her eyes: "Yang Hong, do you know, you are like a drug, once you take a puff, you can't help but fall in love with this feeling, whether it is reason or other factors, you can't stop this addiction, I have fallen into it deeply." ”

Yang Hong looked at her quietly, and after a long time, he sighed softly.

"Yuexin, the more drugs you take, the deeper the addiction will be, and the deeper the damage will be."

"I don't care." The corners of her mouth flashed with a chuckle, and Han Yuexin, who had spoken something, seemed to be a lot more relaxed.

Staring at Han Yuexin with a smile on her face, the corners of Yang Hong's mouth turned up slightly, reached out to hug her into his arms, and kissed her smooth forehead.

"Since I can't be separated from my life, let's accept it."

The first book of the Book King novel