"What kind of man is he?"

"He is a ruthless person, the most affectionate person."

Everyone has nightmares. Nightmares are not dreams, but demons. Both Freud acknowledged its authenticity. What even Su Yongan didn't know - he had insomnia several times. In the dream on the eve of insomnia, it is a beautiful person.

There are many kinds of people, such as young people and girls on campus, sympathy in the workplace, grass people or middle-aged couples in coarse clothes who set up stalls on the street. There is also a special kind of person who breaks out hand in hand from the rain of bullets and bullets, even if yin and yang are separated, they will eventually become dependents, but there is another kind of person, who is in the same camp and dances on the tip of the knife, but in the end, love is not complete and kill each other.

Social status, fame, fortune and power, happy family, and the ultimate goal of all the hard work of the low-level ordinary people are clearly everything. Maybe it's really too rich, so the Creator will always bring a little bit of "rain and dew evenly", so that his lover will not end, and even the person he loves, will not end. Thinking of this, Ming Zhao wanted to laugh a little, he had been with Wanwan's girl for a long time, and he really even believed in such a thing as "Creator" subconsciously.

Aglio.

Alio ......

He only dared to call her like this in his dreams, as if he blurted out ten years ago when he watched her be seriously injured and unable to recover. So naturally, I have shouted it a hundred times and thousands of times in my heart. Whether it was ten years ago or three years ago when he took her from there, even if she was right next to him, he had never been close to her heart. It was him when he was ten years ago, even if he was dead for ten years, even if she didn't remember anything, or just him! And what is Ming Zhao, a colleague who loves her, after ten years, the relationship is nothing more.

Wanwan once asked him, "Why don't you tell her your heart?" ”

She's still young, she hasn't done anything, it's as clean as a torn plastic mineral water bottle, and the ingredients inside are clear at a glance. Although he is young, his mentality is like ten years of premature aging. After so many years of ups and downs in the shopping mall, stumps and broken arms on the battlefield, nearly 30 years of human experience. What can he say?

Although he is different from the person back then, there is one thing in common, it is unequivocal - he wants her to be safe. It's just that he is desperate with the man ten years ago just to keep her alive, and ten years later he wants her to be safe, and if he can, he wants her to be happy. If that person knows underground, the word "happy" is a luxury for them to even think about it back then.

But she wouldn't. Even if she has a splitting headache, even if she is sick day by day, she is unwilling.

He didn't want to tell her the truth, he didn't want to awaken her memory, he didn't want to do anything she didn't want to. But if a person is unwilling to pick up his memory, he relies on the taste of the past to trace it over and over again. Self-torture, over and over again.

She has no depression, no anxiety and irritability, and her seven-year military career has made her an indestructible warrior from the bottom of her bones. And I'm just a shower. Can't fit in, can't participate, can't make her forget the shadow buried deep in the ground ten years ago, and her body has long since turned into bones.

"He, accuse me of treason, accuse me of collaborating with the enemy, cut off my tendons and tendons, and make me disabled for the rest of my life, a waste for life, no human and no ghost, and a walking corpse." The bottom of the teacup she put down collided with the base with a slight sound, like her crisp and calm voice: "Even so, there are people who say that he loves me." ”

After a pause, he chuckled softly: "Because he could cut off his arm for such a waste, and finally die in a low-level mistake that I have been making." Hehe, that's enough. ”