Sakurako was as calm as she was outside, the sensation from her arm was about to tear her heart apart, she felt like the African continent, the skeleton of bones cut by the barbarians, scorched in the hot sun, her whole body ached, the pain was numb. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Naoto is like sunshine, he is not aggressive, but he does not leave room for breathing.

Looking at these strange eyes, she realized for the first time that not only did she not show her true self, but he had been hiding something.

The gap between the knife stabbing at the temple at a cruel angle, Sakurako knew that her life had come to an end, but when she was dying, she suddenly remembered "Jindi".

Six, or seven? He doesn't say much, but he talks the most about "sister".

When he was doing housework, he was always playing around and making cute and playful laughs.

It's so distressing and likable that it makes adults forget that they are also good-looking children.

While washing clothes by the lake, Sakurako remembered that she was Jin Jie, got up and wiped the fine sweat on her forehead, looked at the emptiness around her, even the sound of water was extremely quiet, smelling the bloody smell of the soles of Jindi's feet, and for the first time she found that she loved her brother so much, and wanted to hold him in the palm of her hand like everyone else, love him, take care of him, and didn't want him to be uncomfortable and painful.

But this kind of empathy with his family deepened his disgust with himself, and this kind of same-direction, but the lack of his own different-oriented ideals, made him hate and love at that time.

Why only boys can be loved!

At least, at least! Don't be so nice to me at first!

Let me..... Makes me think I wasn't born to be loved.....

The sharp Japanese short knife pierced into the temple without gaps, and was about to swallow into the brain, cutting all consciousness, as Jin Jie, she stared, but still did not have the slightest remorse, she still did not look at Naoto in the end, she knew that he must have loved herself very much, but hated himself very much.

Before the break point in her consciousness, she thought of the fake Jindi, the stinky, dirty, and loving man who loved her very much.

"Do you love me?"

"I don't love it, but I ......" Jin Jie wanted to say but, but he couldn't say it, and he couldn't remember it......

The knife is blocked in all the hazy places of consciousness, and the maple leaves outside the window fall and fall to the ground, caressing the earth, and after death, the person cannot become any nutrients, only the memory will be left alone, until the last person who remembers her dies......

Jin Jie's death is that she has a Japanese-style short knife inserted in her temple, the blood red of her eyes, in fact, there is no luster inside, there is blood bursting out in it, and the next moment it bursts out of her eyes, her figure is still graceful, and soon becomes stiff and bloodless, becoming, blue, like a stone carving, her hands are like holding treasures, that is the trace of her just covering her husband's head, she is not wearing a single dress, but it looks like she is wearing heavy armor, and her whole body exudes a sense of distance.

She longs to be loved, but her biggest regret is that she can't love people......

When guilt fills the brain, you forget how to be an ordinary person.

Maybe at first, it was really as she thought, his father, mother, and grandmother, and it would be good not to let her know that she could not be loved as a girl......

Naoto, he watched his wife's body slowly stiffen and change into a different color from humans, he was still full of doubts at this moment, curious that he had done so much, and still couldn't get her sincere love, he had long known the relationship between Sakurako and Silver Eye, and he still had every video they made on hand, he never hated his teeth when he watched the video, maybe as a man who had never liked someone else, he was very happy to see her expression, and he would also get humble joy......

However, Naoto couldn't agree that he would die at her hands, so he killed her mercilessly and without thinking.

He didn't have the slightest guilt in his heart, regret, in this life, he liked someone, and he worked hard to make her like him, which was precious.

He thought of the resentment of Mr. Lin before leaving, and the look in his wife's eyes, thinking that he might know the reason why his wife became what she is now.

If you have the opportunity, you must visit Mr. Lin and talk to him about the story of his dead wife, and in the years to come, you need to be alone to lick up those painful memories, and you will have a curiosity to love this still mysterious woman unbridled and secret.

"Hey." He took out his mobile phone, sat down next to Sakurako, who was staring at her, and then hugged her cold body: "Zhou Kejian." ”

"Yes, President." Zhou Kejian's straightforward voice came out.

"Silvereye, Xiaohua, Eguchi, tonight, they can die." His tears burst into his eyes, and a gentle luster overflowed from his eyes, and he hung up the phone, hugging his wife's increasingly stiff body, and wept bitterly, while still smashing his heart.

Simply shedding tears, no sound in his throat, he stubbornly wants to be a paranoid person of this kind, for him, it's just to kill one more person, to be bold, to be cold-blooded, to do whatever it takes to survive, even if his wife wants his own life, he will violate the bottom line.

He began to bite his tongue, and the blood overflowed his mouth from the crevices that filled every tooth, and then poofed out, but the whole bed was covered with Sakurako's blood, and she still did not close her eyes, and her head was drooping and leaning in the direction of Naoto, as if there was no blood, the girl on the canvas looked resentfully in one direction.

Naoto looked at these eyes and suddenly stopped crying, or it could be that the pain stimulated the brain, and he no longer allowed himself to cry like a child.

He sat up, squinted, dozed off, and returned to his sleepy self after taking a shower.

The drooping head behind her stared at Sakurako's corpse in the blank space, and suddenly, her eyes moved slightly in the direction of Naoto sitting up, and the extra distance between the whites of her eyes was her hatred for the pain of death, and at the same time grateful.

Just because there are two sides to everything, if you usually have severe pain, you will be curious about strong love.....

Half up Tokyo, a little yellow haired cigarette was smoking a small bag of white powder to a few Japanese people.

"What's cheap?" The empty-eyed, drooling drug addict said.

"So you can buy it from us in the future, you know?" Huang Mao flicked the cigarette ash, thinking that the boss swore that he would be indispensable in the future, and he was full of vitality.

The drug addict took the white powder, looked behind Huang Mao, his feet trembled, his eyes were flustered, and he climbed and ran away.

Huang Mao felt an eerie aura behind him, and he slowly turned his head sideways, seeing two eyeballs that still had gods under a pair of sunglasses.

The man grabbed the yellow hair's hair and stomped on his back, crushing him to the ground and subduing him in an instant.

"What are you doing! My boss is Silver-Eyed! He shouted babblingly, his upper body unable to move, only his arms pounding the ground for no reason.