"Can you not cry? Can you look like a man! ”

Seeing the tears sliding down his face, I just felt very piercing, and my heart was nauseous. If this man's tears are shed once in a while for love, then he can be regarded as a real man and a man of temperament.

However, he cried twice for three days, and every time he cried because of my words, he could only be a coward, and he could only lower his status in my heart and lower his grade.

Can you imagine a man in a luxurious suit standing in front of your bed crying? Can you imagine that a man who is majestic in front of outsiders will be this resentful woman at home? Can you imagine such a degrading behavior?

"Can't! I will always be so low in front of you, I am willing to be so low! I'm willing to bend down and beg for your love! ”

He yelled at me at the top of his lungs, like a desperate struggle. The distorted expression made me feel sick to the sight, and the saliva from the strong sound waves made me feel sick to my stomach.

"Smack!"

In the end, my hand was still not controlled by me, and I resisted under his "low profile" oppression, staying in the air for a second before landing on the left side of his face.

I don't know how his face felt, but my palm was a hot pain, like pouring chili water on the wound, and the pain made every inch of skin on my palm tingle.

"Don't disgust me! Low profile? Is this word used to describe you? It's clearly me! ”

Ouyang Ze's tears were still flowing wantonly on his face, my slap didn't play any role, it still made him so spineless, or made him so humble.

"It was the low profile that made me abandon my original character, it was the low profile that made me willing to give up everything to come to the United States with you, and it was the low profile that made me discover another person living in your heart. It is this disgusting and lowly low profile that makes us look like this, so that I can no longer believe in you as before! ”

It seemed that my roar was much more effective than that slap, and a few short and powerful sentences made him stop crying, and make him turn his head to look at me, at my same sad face, at my same tearful face.

Tears blurred my vision, but when I looked closely, I could see the five fingerprints on his face, the red fingerprints that were still visible through the tears.

"We can't go back to the past, do you understand!"

At this point, the only thing echoing in the room was my shouts and choked cries. Ouyang Ze was like an audience in the audience, watching my attentive performance but not expressing any opinions.

When I stopped shouting, quieted down and looked into Ouyang Ze's eyes, looking at his exposed heart, only then did I realize the silence around me, the silence and tranquility that should have been around me.

"But we can start over, can't we..."

"Start over? How can you erase this memory of mine? Do you want me to have a brainwashing operation? ”

Ouyang Ze's tone began to become low, and the whole person was suddenly emptied of his confidence, his head lowered was like a bull's head and horse face in the underworld, and the hand that stretched out in his coat pocket was about to take out the sharp sickle.

I couldn't see his hand, and my mood became nervous. What is he going to come up with? Is it poison that wants to poison me to death? Or a dagger, to be seppuku in front of me? Or maybe it's a string that strangles me to death on this hospital bed...

Countless possibilities flashed through my mind, and countless possible scenarios were like basins of cold water poured on my body, making me feel extremely cold in my body.

"You can't, but I can..."

When his hand was taken out of his pocket, I saw that what he was holding was not a "murder weapon", but a photograph.

Although you can only see the white back, you can see from the slight wrinkles and the slight yellow color of the four corners that this photo must be some years old.

Who is the person on it? Is it clear? Is it the one he loves the most?

"Today I'm going to erase this memory of mine, this memory that shouldn't have been preserved in the first place."

He slowly turned the photo, and the person in the photo gradually appeared in my eye. When it was completely turned around, and the person above was completely exposed to my pupils, I realized the appearance of the person, the appearance of "clear".

He really looks like me, and if you don't look closely, you'll really mistake us for the same person. But if you look closely, you can see that I am different from him.

His eyes were not filled with resentment against the world, but with love for all things, and his open arms embraced not the pain that the world had given him, but the blue sky. He is much sunnier than I want, and he is like an angel standing in heaven when he stands by the sea, as if he is giving all things his love, his selflessness...

Even though I can't see his face or his body alive now, I can see the gap between me and him just from this photo. An angel, a fallen demon... The difference between heaven and earth, the difference between truth and evil...

If he is really like in the photo, really what I think, then Ouyang Ze has a reason to remember him and a reason to continue to love him. But if he weren't, if he was a treacherous, wicked man...

No, he certainly wouldn't be that kind of person, and his sunny smile wasn't something that evil people had, so he must be a pure and good person.

"Now I'm burning him so I can erase the memories of the past, the time I was with him. I'm going to be with you from now on! ”

Listening to what he said was more beautiful and touching than the vows he made at the wedding. Watching the lighter he took out of his pocket was more emotional than the wedding ring at this time.

Is he going to burn this picture? Is he really going to ruin this memory?

"No!"

Before I had time to take the photo and take a closer look, Ouyang Ze used the lighter in his hand to wipe out orange sparks, and used the scorching temperature to approach the yellowed photo.

The flames that touched the photograph were like wildfires spreading wildwildly on the plains, surging from a corner of the photograph in all directions, swallowing the traces of the past with tongues of fire. Looking at the photo that gradually turned into green smoke, and looking at the figure of "Qing" gradually disappearing in the flames. I immediately regretted it, regretted forcing him to cut off this beautiful memory, regretted going to eat the vinegar of a deceased man...

I quickly snatched the picture from his hand and waved it vigorously in the air, letting the cold temperature quench the fire of jealousy.

"What are you doing? It's a memory I don't want! ”

"You don't want it, but I want it! I want this memory of yours, I want your love for him! ”

Under the high-frequency waving, the flame was finally extinguished, and although most of the photo had been burned, Qing's face was still preserved...