The light rain in the south of the Yangtze River lingers and makes people unbearable, but it can't take away the blood that can be smelled all over the city. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He walked out of the door with a bloody face, walked back again, and stepped on the face of a housekeeper.

The family was so frightened by the evil god in front of him that he didn't dare to resist, and he didn't even dare to make much movement.

Before he could speak, the child's cry echoed through the compound, and he followed the cry, and a woman held the child in front of him and stepped back.

"Please, please let this child go, he's just a child, please give him a way out." The woman cried and begged, muttering the words repeatedly in her mouth, and one of her feet was unsteady and fell into the mud.

The child fell to the ground, crying in pain, he wanted to go over and pick up the child to comfort, but he was afraid that the child would be scared and cry more, so he clenched his fist, turned his head and strode away, no longer paying attention to the woman who kept kowtowing and thanking him and the child who cried incessantly.

When he returned to the thatched hut, it was late at night, he was so drunk that he couldn't make out his direction when he walked, and he couldn't tell whether the wound on his head was from the fight or from the fall on the way back.

But when he saw her, he still wanted to keep his composure as always, and he walked towards her step by step, getting closer and closer, until he could see every eyelash and every inch of her skin, and see the sweet smile on the corner of her mouth. He timidly stretched out his hand, but shrank back as he was about to touch her cheek. He looked down at his hand, and then at her in front of him, and for a moment he seemed to be crazy, he threw down the person in front of him, and tore her clothes like crazy, and possessed her like a madman, again and again, until he was exhausted and leaned over her and gasped, but she still smiled sweetly, like a sister who spoiled her brother, and always had a sweet smile on her face.

He sobbed under his breath, struggled to sit up, draped his coat over her, and began to count all their pasts, one after the other, and he tried to make his words as funny as he could, but she still only laughed.

Finally, he stopped talking, because he knew that no matter how many memories he had, no matter how beautiful the past was, it was not worth recalling alone. He touched her cold hand, silently interlocking his fingers.

"There is always one person in love who has to go first, if there is a choice, I think that person is me, because I don't want to carry your dream and continue to go down, there are so many choices in the world, why did I meet you? Since it can't last forever, why did you choose to meet in the first place? ”

He sighed in a low voice, not drunk at all, and the dagger in his hand went back and forth on the whetstone, reflecting the moonlight and shining cold.

He didn't recall the rest of the story, I didn't ask again, he still sat on the ground, and continued to fiddle with dominoes. It was a big job, so he had to move his feet back and forth, counting the position of each domino.

I suddenly remembered that every action in his memory was accurate, decisive, and fast, just like a script that had already been written, and all he had to do was act according to the script.

"She always said that life is a multiple-choice question, and I always liked to refute her saying that it was a true/false question, but now I understand that in fact, the essence of multiple-choice questions and true/false questions is the same, both of which exclude the answer that we don't like, but the true/false questions are too extreme, which makes them simpler, and the multiple-choice questions are more diverse and more interesting. I think I let go, whether it is ten years or five years, whether it is the past or the present, love must have someone go first, so if the person who goes first is free and easy, the rest of the people will not have to be distressed, there is no eternity in the world, even if there is, it will not belong to you and her free and easy to let go. As he spoke, he put down the last domino and pushed it down again, and the domino array began to fall in an orderly manner, and in a blink of an eye, a vivid face appeared in front of me, it was a beautiful woman, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

He left, looking unrepentant, before going out he offered to give me dominoes as a gift, I smiled and refused, he didn't speak, just put the big bag of dominoes on the table in the porter.

Later, a colleague was curious, took the dominoes and went back to play, and the next day he came over with black circles under his eyes, saying that he was troubled by this domino all night last night, I asked him what was wrong, and he told me that there was a woman's cry in this domino.