The first time we met, we were in the next hatred

Friends on the road admired their faces and called me sir.

Now, I sit here quietly, looking back on my past as best I can.

I have lived such a rich life.

Thinking like this, I felt something in my chest flutter violently.

Boom, boom. Deafening.

This heart doesn't seem to belong to me.

It was more like something separate from my body, a vivid bird, a fresh fish, a fluttering leaf wrapped in layers of tissue, tightly imprisoned by ribs.

Birds want to be free, fish want to survive, and fallen leaves want to return to their roots.

None of them belong to me.

The sight gradually dissolves.

The last time my heart was beating so violently, I still remember it vividly, as if it were yesterday.

That day, it started with a text message.

The attribution is unknown, and it is a one-time virtual number. But before I can verify all this, I have decided to venture to the geographical location given in the message.

I didn't have time to think about anything too much, and I didn't think too much about the potential pitfalls. Or rather, I thought about it, but I decided to ignore it – because it was my only chance.

You must live.

How many accidents along the way, speeding, running red lights, and almost all the violations that can be recorded on the driver's license, I seem to have done it.

It's the season of falling leaves.

As you drive through Maple Grove Avenue, the orange leaves dance wildly in the wind.

They are like a torrent bursting from the embankment, hugging uncontrollably on the windshield.

A red explodes in front of his eyes.

I panicked and activated the wipers, and two rows of brushes scraped a fan-shaped outline on both sides.

I saw the withered leaves being crushed and the maple leaves that were still fresh being broken and squeezed out of damp water stains.

These damp marks were stained blood red by the afterglow of the setting sun.

It was a hidden chemical plant somewhere in the suburbs, which had been forced to shut down and abandoned for a long time because of the pollution problem.

In the field, where there were no ambushes, no traps, and no traps at all, there was only an incomparably weak figure, soaked in the dried and sticky bloodstains.

I rushed over and lifted her, as thin as a leaf.

My Maple Blossom.

Breathing faintly faint, and a mosquito-like heartbeat clenched between fingers.

It's great she's alive.

I didn't dare to hold it too tightly, for fear she would shatter like those withered leaves on the road.

For the first time in my life, I was so flustered that I almost couldn't remember what to do next. Fortunately, the doctor was very conscious, and he called for someone to bring her to the stretcher and skillfully carried her into the car.

The doctor told me that the injuries she had suffered were inhumane. There were hundreds of scratches on the skin, thirteen nails were removed from the muscles, four teeth were missing, seven were loose, and all the nails were removed.

As for the body, there is some industrial sewage in the stomach and lungs, and other organs have been injured by blunt instruments of varying degrees, such as comminuted fracture of the right patella, dislocation of the cervical vertebrae, and fracture of the skull.

In addition, there are more than 40 joint fractures in the body.

Moreover, she had been injected with a large amount of amphetamines, which would have guaranteed her to feel every pain while she was awake.

Everything she has done has been given back.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is retribution.

Gastric lavage, correction, sterilization, cutting, suturing.

After the overnight rescue, the face of the doctor who took off the mask was solemn and tired.

"It's guaranteed to be alive, but it's not guaranteed to wake up. ”

Before I could speak, Yashiba said these words as calmly as possible.

I was unexpectedly calm.

Because I can't think of a better outcome.

I thought I'd never see her again. At least she's alive, and I don't dare ask for anything.

As an atheist, I prayed day and night that she would come back during the days she was gone.

Now that I have lost and regained, how can I continue to be greedy?

Life sustained by bottles of nutrient solution looks so fragile.

More than once in the middle of the night, I was overwhelmed with heavy remorse. I shouldn't have let her go, it was so late, and I was alone on that seemingly indifferent mission. I shouldn't have let her go, or I should have gone with her.

That way, danger wouldn't befall her.

Although I don't necessarily have the ability to stop it. After all, the other party is also fully prepared. But I'm fully self-sacrificing, and at least I'll let her escape. Or, we can endure those sufferings together.

But at that time, she was so alone.

I have come to realize that human desires are endless.

I sat in front of the bed and watched her sleep peacefully day after day.

There was a wound on his face that was old and shocking.

This scar is not the fault of this one. But every time I see it, my heart aches.

A large part of her lungs had become fibrous due to the chemicals, requiring specific instruments to aid breathing. Without it, her spontaneous breathing could only hold up for a short pitiful time.

It's not like her, and one could even say, it's not her.

Fenghua used to be such a lively child, lively and a little cruel.

So her fate became so cruel.

Bandages, gauze, hemostatic cotton, saline, numbing, glucose. Is this what will accompany her for the rest of her life except me?

I don't accept it.

Her face was supposed to be smiling, and a pair of dimples hung on her cheeks all the time.

Her hands are nimble and vivid, always playing with a folding knife or skillfully holding a firearm.

Her legs should also be straddling the high-powered locomotive, and as soon as she stepped on the accelerator, a screeching sound could be heard throughout the street, like the neighing of a war horse.

But that's how she lays here.

My ambitions swelled.

As an atheist, I prayed day and night that she would wake up.

Sometimes, I even hear her calling my name in my dreams.

When I woke up, there was still darkness as far as the eye could see.

I never cried, I only had a smile mask on my face. It grows firmly on my face, and if you want to tear it off, you will peel off a layer of flesh.

So every time at this time, there is only a huge loss and gloom that takes my soul viciously.

More than two months after that, a miracle really happened.

I don't know if it was my day and night prayers that moved the gods, or whether her intense awakening obsession frightened the evil spirits who demanded her life, she finally opened her eyes.

Her distracted pupils reflected my astonished shadow.

"Fenghua?"

I tried to call her, and she opened her parched lips slightly. I leaned in and listened.

"Mr. ......"

There was a buzzing in my head.

Not a murderer, not revenge, just such a simple greeting.

She was really calling me, day and night.

Fenghua weakly reached out and pushed my face away.

I know she doesn't want anyone to see it.

I closed my eyes and gently held her wrist, feeling a light and orderly pulse.

The doctor was not surprised, he firmly believed that Fenghua's vitality was beyond imagination. However, he is not optimistic about rehabilitation, so she should not be anxious and not force herself.

We stood side by side on the side of the street in the middle of the night, leaning against a dusty wall.

The doctor lit a cigarette, and in the darkness, a spark streaked in a red track.

"You owe me a great favor. ”

"In the next life, I will be a cow and a horse. ”

"Can people like us also be reincarnated? ”

"Then, see you on the eighteen floors of hell. ”

We have been walking in the world of shadows for too long, and we dare not look directly into the light.

But Feng Hua is like a light, her short golden hair and bright eyes are like a ray of light shining into my life. I had never imagined losing her before, and I thought it would never happen.

This time, I really didn't dare to ask the ghosts and gods to give her more.

I'm afraid that if you are too greedy, fate will take back everything you have given you.

Like the red-eyed woodcutter, not only did he not get the gold axe and the silver axe, but he lost his iron axe.

The boss gave us a long time off, but it wasn't enough. Some small tasks will still be in my hands.

No way, without the help of my partner, I wasn't very efficient.

The organization was even ready to assign someone else to work with me, but I refused.

I know they already have an opinion about me. The box she was asked to transport, from the very beginning, the contents were replaced. There is an inner ghost who leaks important information to the other party, and even knows that Kaede Hua will be assigned as a transporter.

Therefore, this retaliation was targeted.

It not only ruined the boss's business, but also ruined Fenghua's life.

Although as a victim, she washed away my suspicion at great cost. But because of this, they had to doubt my ability to work. In a dark world, human affection is only a secondary thing.

They only care about it, whether it can be done, who can do it, and how much it will cost.

So, instead of a monitor, I still need a living person.

It wasn't long before I submitted my resignation to the organization.

I know they won't let me go easily. I am in a position of great importance and I know many secrets. According to the traditional rule, no matter how important you are to the organization, you have to leave something at the same price before you leave.

Some left a finger, someone left a whole hand, and some broke half of their arm.

So, the executioner stood ten meters away and shot me in the chest.

"You're killing yourself. ”

My immediate boss said this to me as he raised his gun.

"Well, I know. I said with a smile.

It's not that I didn't think of this, I even wrote a suicide note, and even contacted the nursing home for Fenghua. As for those who owe the doctor, we'll see you in hell in a few years.

The moment the gunshot rang out, a sharp pain spread from his chest to his limbs. I fell to the ground.

The bullet was a little off, and it did cause substantial damage to my heart, but it kept me on for a little longer.

I've been through a lot of gunshot wounds, and I have many bullet marks on my body. Some were stray bullets, some were direct hits but luckily missed the vital point. It's just that this time it's not so lucky, so there's no difference.

But the heart that was held by death still hurt terribly.

I think, in fact, I am really not willing to die.

- To be continued -