Chapter 17: The Heaviness of Life (Page 1/1)

Su Su hung Wakaba's neck, buried his head in Wakaba's chest, looked at the sky that was gradually darkening, and secretly said in his heart, just like that, accompany him, all the way to the dark?

She remembered the words written by the man in front of her, love and hate in an instant, and she raised her glass to the moon like the sky. In my heart, I also realized a lot, this poem, what it says, in fact, isn't it, it's easy to fall in love, but it's difficult to stay together?

The more Ruoye walked, the more he felt strained, he was not a superman after all, he could be resurrected directly with full blood without logic, and he came four times, although the beauty in his arms was not heavy, but at this moment, it was getting heavier and heavier, and his forehead, sweating, ran down his cheeks, and fell on Su Su's face.

"You're tired, let me down, I can go by myself." Su Su is very distressed, in fact, she has been distressed by Wakaba all her life, but this distress has made her suffer.

"It's okay, I made you angry, so, no matter how heavy it is, I, I, I have to bring you back." Wakaba gritted his teeth and said firmly.

Su Su gently knelt on Wakaba's shoulder, why, you can always say what I like to hear, or, I know what you say, it's just good, but I am deeply trapped in it and can't extricate myself?

In this life, people will always take a lot of wrong paths, and when they go, they are generally high-spirited, but when they want to go back, they are often exhausted.

Therefore, after taking the wrong road, ordinary people are unwilling to walk back, and they would rather go one way to the dark.

Whew, Wakaba's breathing became more and more rapid, if it weren't for the fact that Yukihime had been forcing him to train these days, he would have been tired and lying down.

"Let me down, that's enough." Su Su struggled and wanted to come down, she cherished the man in front of her too much, she would rather suffer more by herself than see the man in front of her suffer.

"No, it's okay, it's not far, it's not far, I'm not going to give up." Wakaba tightened his grip and didn't let Susu come down. He knows that his next road is getting harder and harder, but he must persevere, persevere, persevere.

Why bother, Su Su's tears couldn't help but fall.

"I'm sorry for making you sad." Wakaba said apologetically. If there's any improvement he has made over the years, it's that he knows to apologize.

The tent is getting closer and closer, but Wakaba's footsteps are getting more and more difficult, just a dozen meters, like thousands of rivers and mountains, like, an insurmountable chasm.

Maybe, put it down, it will be easier, Su Su will not say anything, she will also be considerate of herself, no, no, Wakaye gritted her teeth, over the years, she owes Su Su too much, too much.

He moved his trembling feet as he continued to walk, his face growing paler and his breathing becoming more and more rapid.

Su Su didn't understand, at this moment, why Ruoye was so serious, why did he have to compete with these ten meters, because these ten meters didn't make much sense at all.

But she knew that she couldn't interrupt, she could only be stupid, watching the sweat, falling on her face, splashing in her mouth, salty, just like life, not a sweet taste.

Finally, when it arrived, Wakaba put Susu on the ground, as if he had unloaded, and sat on the ground, gasping for breath. His face was pale, his breath was short, and his hands were on the ground, like an addict who had been sick in bed for a long time and had been drained of his energy by the pain.

"I'll get something to eat." Su Su wanted to get up, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower body. She gritted her teeth slightly.

"Nope." Wakaba pressed Susu's shoulder and shook her head. He took a few deep breaths and continued.

"Let me come."

Wakaba struggled to get up, and his hands were a little shaky, but his face was unusually firm, and he started a fire. Then he took out his cloak from the tent and wrapped it around Susu.

Su Su clasped his knees with both hands, just like that, looking at it stupidly, Wakaba was cooking, and the dancing flames were struggling in the darkness like a spark of life.

"Come, eat something, sorry, there are not enough ingredients, so I can only make some casually." Wakaba approached Su Su's side, picked up the spoon, and fed Su Su.

Su Su looked at Wakaba, eating woodenly, the taste of the food was a little vague, but this feeling made people extremely obsessed, as if the long-cherished wish he had longed for for many years had been achieved.

A moth, the wings of the Portuguese tart, crashed into the flames, braving sneering sparks, in the flames, turning to ashes.

The warm time passed, and embarrassment followed.

Su Su pulled her hair.

"Why did that to me."

She was not interested in the answer at all, she only thought about how to better follow the words, and forgave him, since she chose to be stupid, she should be stupid to the end. If it's a sweet dream, then don't wake up all the time.

"I said, don't be angry." Wakaba lowered her head in embarrassment. These days, his pressure is too great, close to collapse, and he urgently needs to vent, and Su Su has become his outlet for venting, and over the years, he seems to be used to taking Su Su to vent. Some people are so good that they make people more and more dependent.

"Okay, I'm not angry." Su Su actually always understood that if he was angry with him, he would definitely be angry to death.

"Originally, I just wanted to vent my dissatisfaction with coriander, but when I was venting, I suddenly remembered that Cilantro was dead, and the ban I had promised her before was gone, so, for a while, my emotions were out of control, just-" Wakaba's tone became smaller and smaller, like a child who had done something wrong.

In fact, what he did can be characterized as rape, but with Su Su's kindness, he will definitely not sue him, but he will never ignore him.

"What ban?" Su Su's eyes froze, venting that she could guess, but she didn't understand the ban or something.

"In the past, when Cilantro wanted to dig you up, she forbade me to touch you." Wakaba lowered his head, not daring to look at Susu.

"If she won't let you touch it, you won't touch it." Su Su remembered the grievances of that time, and there was fire in his heart.

Wakaba lowered her head, not knowing how to answer.

"I know it's wrong." After holding it for a long time, he could only hold it out, this unnutritious sentence.

"But, what do I think, actually, you really want to make coriander." Su Su squinted her eyes and stared at Wakaba, Wakaba said this, she believed it, but if he just wanted himself, he must be very gentle, such a fierce conquest, in fact, it was more just to release the desire to conquer the coriander that he had been holding back in his heart, and he couldn't do it in the real world, he could only vent in a different way.

Wakaba glanced up at Su Su, and then lowered his head decisively. If anyone knows Wakaba best, I'm afraid, it's Su Su, he can even guess Wakaba's careful thoughts.

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