Su Hetu looked at Qin Jianmin, who was lying on the ground and couldn't die anymore, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in his heart. What was a living life just now has become two worlds. Judging from Qin Jianmin's performance just now, Su Hetu knew that he must have done a lot of evil, but the compassion in his heart could not accept this fact.

I once killed people myself, but at that time it was to protect the late autumn, although I went back without regrets, I still couldn't sleep, and the "Hidden Sutra" was recited over and over again.

The second time was that his life was threatened, and those people from the Ministry of State Security were still the enemies who killed their mentor, so they didn't feel anything special after the killing.

Now Qin Jianmin's death has deeply touched his heart, life is so fragile, how good it is to live. If you can live, why don't you cherish it, indulge in wine and forgiveness, but for the sake of officials but fish the people, abuse of power, then you can only live by yourself.

"What, sympathize with him?"

Murong Tiankui looked at Suhe Tumune's expression, and somewhat knew what he was thinking.

Su Hetu still didn't speak, but tears flowed down his face. Seeing this situation, Murong Ge hugged Su Hetu tightly in his arms, and he cried too.

Murong Ge has been a soldier for so many years, and he has carried out countless dangerous tasks, and he has seen too much life and death. Every time he saw his teammates fall, Murong Ge would never forget the bloody scene for many days, even many years.

Just a few days ago, six teammates collapsed right under their noses. These days I have always been haunted by nightmares, thinking of those black smiling faces, and waiting for the holiday, I will always be awakened and hide in my room and cry for a long time.

Su Hetu remembers the saying that only by giving our lives can we truly get life. At first, I thought it was bullshit, but now I still think it's bullshit. Although he recites the "Sutra of the Hidden Treasure" every day, even if the old monk uses illusions, he still does not believe that people will have any souls, what feathers will become immortals, but they are just written in books to deceive children.

It was Dong Cunrui who held the explosives, and it was Huang Jiguang who blocked the gun's hole for the victory of the revolution. He doesn't believe in the eternal age, and who among the young people today can remember these two revolutionary martyrs.

Oh, what a glory, revolutionary heroes, martyrs. But the people are gone, only two glittering names carved on the cold stone tablet, and there is a bird.

It is true that life is a masterpiece, and death is also a ghost, which is purely unwilling to leave life, and it is the greatest happiness to be able to enter the earth.

Murong Ge felt that this kind of person really deserved to die, and it was not a pity to die. But seeing Su Hetu's state of mind at the moment, he also became sad, and he couldn't feel a trace of hatred when he looked at Qin Jianmin lying on the ground. Because she understood Su Hetu's heart, looking at Su Hetu in her arms, she forgot about her unbearable years.

The distance between the heart and the heart is very far and close, it can be the separation of thousands of rivers and mountains, or it can be the communication of the end of the world, sometimes it is just a distance of understanding. The encounters in the world are all due to fate, and I am grateful for all the fate in the world, and the moment when my eyes meet, it is worth the warmth of the world. And understanding is a soft flower that blooms on the soul, a piece of text, because someone reads it and has meaning; A song that resonates when someone listens to it; A person is happy if someone understands it.

Understand that it is a spiritual rhino; It's giving; It is the communion of each other's hearts; It is the warmth of the heart-to-heart; It is the soul and soul of each other; It is the appreciation of one heart for another; It is the joy of one love for another. It comes from love, begins with love, and exudes a faint fragrance. A voice, I understand you, better than a thousand words, moisten the heart, moisten the feelings, moisten the eyes, let us love the warmth for a long time, sometimes, understanding is more important than love.

Knowing that you can turn the end of the world into a close distance, turn the desert into an oasis, be able to touch the softest place in your heart, and let the withered heart bloom with flowers of time. Because I understand, the heart is no longer far away from the heart, the love is no longer guessing each other, and the people are no longer indifferent; Because I understand, I have an encounter with tenderness; The flowers are blooming brightly; Fragrant fingertip years.

True understanding is not to observe words and colors, let alone to figure out each other with great effort, but an understanding between hearts, a kind of induction, and a tacit understanding in the depths of each other's hearts. If you know, hold me tight when I'm sad; If you know, please accompany me when I am lonely; If you know, please give me a smile when I am lonely; If you know, please give me your shoulder when I am helpless. To understand thee is to put thy hand in mine; Put my heart on your heart, those who love you may not understand you, but those who understand you will definitely cherish you, and deeply understand that it is a kind of happiness for each other.

Understand, so beautiful, it is like a spring water in the deep mountains, with clarity and sweetness, warm the soul; It is like the new green in early spring, fresh and natural, embellished with life; It is like an orchid in a flower note, tranquil and fragrant, fragrant and pleasant; It is like dew on the grass in the morning, crystal clear, not stained with wind and dust. Understand that it is the embrace of blue sky and white clouds; It is the lingering fragrance of breeze and flowers; It is a little bit of spring rain that moistens things silently; It's the sunshine of the morning.

Murder is a crime, and Xiao Su Hetu knows it. He didn't know why there was no movement after his murder, and he didn't even see the news. He didn't even know that it was Murong Tiankui who suppressed this matter. Of course, Murong Tiankui also paid a great price, and he had to be subject to a lot of restrictions when he had always been erratic.

Killing Qin Jianmin is certainly very happy, but this matter is very troublesome to deal with.

Kong Qing was still quite happy about Qin Zhijun's injury, because many times he had to wipe his ass for the Second Lord. The old man in the family repeatedly persuaded him to resign, but how did the family live after he resigned. Even if the yin virtue is corrupted, it can only be repaid in the next life. Now that Qin Zhijun has become a useless waste, those things that raped girls and defiled their wives can finally come to an end.

"Director, why did you come out, our tyrant didn't let you wipe your ass?"

Li Chaobo, who had just arrived at the institute not long ago, looked at the director who was smoking and came over and asked. Although he is only a small policeman, he has a great ideal of serving the people in his heart. But the ideal is too plump, and the reality is very skinny. It turned out that those places that were called serving the people were not as holy as he imagined, they were full of intrigue and deceit, and the heart of the official to serve the people was weakened.

He knew that it was not easy for the director in front of him, who had the same ideals as himself, and he acted according to orders, so there was no room for free play. The merits are all those of the superiors, and the things that are unfavorable to the superiors will grit their teeth and bear them themselves.

"The matter hasn't been dealt with yet, where did you wipe your ass. You kid do a good job, don't keep fixing all these things that you don't have. If there is a condition, this policeman will not do it. ”

Kong Qing took a deep puff of cigarette and said to this subordinate with a wry smile on his face.

"Hey, such a young and beautiful battalion commander will definitely have a great future in the future, but it's a pity that I met such a tyrant."

"Okay, let's worry about yourself first, where did you come from so much sadness."

Murong Tiankui saw the two people hugging each other and crying bitterly, and he felt helpless. I'm angry for them, but in the end, I feel like I've done something wrong.

Well, let's get someone to wipe my ass. The disappearance of a director of a public security department out of thin air is not something that can be said in a sentence or two.

The waves are intentionally a thousand heavy snows, and the peach and plum are speechless for a team of spring. A pot of wine, a pole, how many people are like Nong in the world? The world has become like this, who can really be exempt from vulgarity.

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