Chapter One Hundred and Four
- As an elder brother, I can be your relative, your friend, your haven of wounds, your refuge of unbridled joy.
- Only, it shouldn't be your lover.
Looking at his resolute departing back, Lu Baizhi gently raised his face and smiled, his suddenly shrunken pupils suddenly collapsed into a bottomless deep darkness, and under the shattered and ugly emotions, no one's appearance could be reflected anymore.
- Brother, don't prevaricate me with evasion.
- I don't have anything left.
- And in the end, even my only god will abandon me.
At the end of the memory, the weak and blood-stained silhouette of the girl sat on the windowsill and dangled her legs, giggling at the doctor who hurried behind her and him.
"Brother, you must be the most gentle and perfect person in the world."
"You are the only miracle in my life."
"I'm not going to drag you down and be a stain on you, I just want you ...... Always remember me. ”
"I love you."
In the moment when everyone was caught off guard, he only threw himself on the windowsill and watched her thin and pale body fly in the air.
It's like a slow-moving old movie, frame by frame, forever frozen in life.
Delicate blooming flowers.
Only the smell of fishy decay remains.
- Brother, if there is an afterlife.
- I want to be a girl who can laugh around you.
I vaguely remember the first fight he had when he was a child.
"Hey, did you see that person, don't look at him with excellent character and learning, he always looks cold, last time I went to the hospital to see him and his sister, tsk tsk that really scared people to death."
"It's about to grow maggots, and he can still smile so gently at her, what kind of retribution do you say this is?"
"I heard that it is a congenital genetic disease that can't be cured."
"Shhhh
He passed behind the group of whispering peers with his schoolbag with a blank face, and he was usually cold and quiet, but the surging violence in his eyes seemed to turn into substance.
As soon as he threw the schoolbag, he picked up the stones at his feet and fought with the group of people and broke the blood.
"Damn, you're a mad dog, don't you want to die?"
"It's a fact, and I don't want to say it, sure enough, only disgusting parents can give birth to disgusting offspring, maybe you and your sister have the same dirty thoughts."
The last person standing seemed to be frightened by his deadly play, and could only bluff with more vicious words.
"You...... Is it trying to die. ”
He rushed over and grabbed the man's fragile throat, and even the green tendons on his arms burst out with great strength, and even the wounds all over his body burst out with blood.
Looking at the people under him struggling in pain, he panted and continued to exert force, and his half-squinted eyes were covered with heavy blood.
Like a trapped beast that has completely lost its mind.
If it hadn't been for someone who came in time to separate them, he thought, he might have really strangled that person to death.
The deeper anger and violence that welled up from the body was not inexplicable.
That, the last thing to be forgiven.
The ugliest scar is incomparably sinful.