Inside, the man took a difficult step forward, his shoes full of water were too heavy, and he shuffled his steps, as if anyone pushed lightly, he would fall down, and from his face blocked by long hair, there was a faint sound that could only come out because of stiff lips and trembling, and time seemed to stop at this moment. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe three words he said were infinitely extended, and it seemed that the words had been fermented and rotten for a long time, and it took a lifetime of courage just to stand in front of Jin Jie and say it.

"I love you." Try to make a mumble tone, but say it when there are only two people.

This is the only three words that the fake Jindi said in front of Jin Jie, except for "sister".

"Who do you love?" Jin Jie giggled, "You're saying it again." ”

"You"

With that, he took out a sharp knife from his water-stained coat pocket, and at that moment! The policemen who had already rushed in, the old policeman who bore the brunt of the attack looked at the man holding a sharp short knife in his back, opened his mouth that had broken his skin, and shouted with almost roaring strength: "Stop! ”

Lin Xie also shouted: "Don't! "But no one can hear it! His hand couldn't even touch the hand holding the knife!

The young policemen who followed behind and the young policemen who didn't understand why were red-eyed, afraid that the gangsters standing in front of them would attack Jin Jie, who was lying on the wall with a helpless look and couldn't see the meaning.

But! In this short second, his footsteps did not move a small step after that step, he never wanted to violate Jin Jie, the knife was flashed by the light in an opposite cruel arc, the short knife that seemed to pierce all hopes, just like that, stabbed himself in the ribs.

"Ahh

Because he fell down and deviated from the other side of the hair, revealing half a resolute face, a pair of dark eyes that were no longer bright, affectionate, faintly looked at Jin Jie, who was sitting on the bed, already frightened and covering his mouth and shrinking in the corner with panicked eyes, and then let go of his hand and buried his face in the thigh he was holding, seemingly very afraid.

He muttered in a voice that he had heard only himself: You ..... To be a big star..... Liked by many, many people.....

You can't miss the opportunity to be a big star and wear beautiful clothes because you didn't find out about it.....

Me, I don't care..... I love you and you're doing well..... How am I doing......

Even if you are afraid and disgusted with your appearance, you must be deeply engraved in your last memory.

Lin Xie finally knew where the deep and complicated feelings that infected him came from.

He watched as the fake Jindi slowly lost his breath..... I still can't believe that this is something that has happened in the human world.

Jin Jie hugged her legs nested in the quilt, buried her face deep in it, lowered her head and couldn't see her expression, and only her low sobs were left in the room.

"Poof!" The pain of the memory being squeezed hit Lin Xie's brain, he thought that the long obsession before death was over, his mind was still heavy, but he didn't expect that there was a new picture in front of him......

The thinner, younger fake Jindi follows an old beggar.

He looked like he was seven or eight years old.

The grumpy old beggar said that he had picked up the fake Jindi in a northwest near Qinghai.

At that time, the fake Jindi was hungry and panicked, and the old beggar gave him something black.

Time passed, and the trees in front of Lin Xie turned yellow and white, withered and green.

Fake Jindi's body quickly grew into a thin and dry appearance by relying on poor food, Fake Jindi's personality will not become what kind of strong person he has because of what conditions he has, wandering and surviving, the ability to protect himself, more and more, who is he, where does he come from, and where is he now?

This question still haunts him, and haunts and torments him like a nightmare, his heart is always floating and excited, and it is really difficult to resist the dependence and spontaneous resistance of this old fellow.

The old beggar would always make some unprovoked physical touch to him, which was creepy and irresistible.

Everything he has learned and heard comes from him, including his life, even his stomach has to listen to him, and his soul is trying its best to resist, but the newborn calf can not twist the long-lived old cow.

He exposes his demonic form, and the fake Jindi becomes a dish.

The old beggar's violation of the fake Jindi slowly became a matter of course, because no one taught the fake Jindi, which is wrong!

What Lin Xie saw was just a moment, a picture of rapid loss, but it was fiercely engraved in his heart, colic!

Sometimes, as they walked down a field so cold that no one cared about it, the old beggar would rudely tear Fake Gindy's pants and pinch his softest spots with painful force, his dirty, thick hands grabbing every inch of his skin.

All of this is painful and unforgettable.

Finally, there was a scene, the old beggar drank the fake wine he picked up on the side of the road and drank to death, and the fake Jindi watched his body be tortured by the particles of rain and snow and soon lost his heat, and his face and body were full of filthy secretions, and the white eyes that were turned out were extremely penetrating.

Fake Jindi faced that disgusting appearance, in the rain and snow, next to the garbage can, with a fist that was dry and cracked to the point of blood knotting, the old beggar's rosacea nose was crooked, and the fake Jindi's hand was even more painful, and the pain spread all over the body through the trembling emotions of the bone marrow, but it was unexpectedly happy, and the fake Jindi didn't hit enough, and found a sharp stone from the side.

Smash, smash, smash!

The old beggar's face was finally inhuman, his flesh was blurred, his nose and mouth and eyes were misplaced, and blood clots from his brain were flowing all over the ground.

The fake Jindi finally shed unspoken tears for this face that was finally no longer familiar, and the tears were salty.

Beside the old beggar, there was a black bird that had been dead for a long time.

Fake Jindi looked at his hands, which were already full of sin and dirty, but the right to save and lay a soul that was also exiled was still ironclad, and he stepped into the night, grabbed the remains of the black bird, and dug a pit by the tree next to him that was just right to put it in, and buried it, and erected a willow branch, which was crooked into the shape of a tombstone.

Fake Jindi looked at the shattered tombstone, the whole world was a shadow, and he smiled and swallowed his tears.

The rain and snow became more and more cold, and when he looked at it from mid-air, there were still a few grains of snow, mixed on his body, and he turned into a look, and his body was soaked.

The snow particles were frantically leaning on his body temperature melting, the cold from nature was like a maddening external medicine, and he looked back at the old beggar, who had been broken and died like a dirt dog all his life, roaring at the sky!

"Roar!!"

Whoever hears it is the roar of a wild beast.