readx;?? I was a little upset and wanted to break free, but at this moment, I suddenly felt a huge shock in his body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I certainly understood what that meant, and hurriedly asked, "Did you get shot?" ”

Fan Yin didn't answer my question, only said, "Don't speak." ”

Now I became more and more flustered, and whispered to him, "Please, let him come out, okay?" You can't handle it! ”

But he still stubbornly said: "There are no bullets, and he can't handle it." ”

I tried to open my mouth, but he covered my mouth, and I smelled a thick smell of blood, and nausea welled up in my throat. At the same time, his body shook again. I wanted to resist, but I heard him call faintly: "Wife......"

I don't know why, probably because I haven't been called like this by him for many years, or because I know very well that this situation, even if the first personality comes out, it will definitely be useless.

I couldn't help but fall silent, and he stopped talking, still holding me down like that. After a while, I felt his body getting colder and colder. I struggled again, but he still wouldn't let go, but asked, "Are you afraid?" ”

I thought about it and shook my head. But how could I not be afraid? It's just that I have no choice after all, and the most ridiculous thing is that it was Britney who died with me in the end, and she fulfilled her vow when she was in love.

He seemed to be a little relieved, and said with a smile: "It's good not to be afraid." After another pause, his voice became weaker and weaker: "You used to be scared when you saw a small bug. ”

I pulled away his feeble hand and said, "You're more scared than I am, and you're crying." "Our house was cleaned by our own hands, and the house used to sit idle for a long time, with many cobwebs in it. I distinctly remember being scared together by a spider the size of a fingernail and screaming, and he cried.

"Uh......" he stammered, then chuckled softly, "Hah...... I gave him the courage too. ”

I thought about it, and I felt that I could indeed chat now, but I was waiting to die anyway.

So I said, "I read your diary, and you didn't want to live anymore, so you gave him all the good ones." “

"Hmm." His voice was soft.

"Why don't you give him affection?"

"It's not a good feeling." He paused, then gasped and said, "What I have is rubbish." ”

"What's wrong with feelings?" Even if he always lied to me, he would never be at this moment. I couldn't see anything, and I knew that there was a good chance he would die here. When I think of this, my heart is empty, and there is a strange feeling that is not sad, but it is never happy.

"Feelings make me feel painful." His tone is very calm, just like the narration next to an old movie, in the rain of bullets, it seems that he has nothing to do with himself, but if he listens carefully, he can still feel a childish spirit unique to children, and his tone is also very gentle: "Once you have feelings for someone, I hope that he will always be by your side, and I hope that he can always be kind to yourself...... It was never possible. ”

I know he was talking not only about his parents, but even about his stepmother.

Thinking of this, I feel a little sad in my heart.

"Whenever I lose someone, or find out that they don't love me as much as he says he does, it hurts. I...... I can't bear this pain. He said slowly, "The only way for me is to have no feelings...... Cut it off at the source. ”

I asked, "Then why don't you give him your feelings?" Suffering from this yourself? ”

"He was created by me." He seemed to smile, probably wryly: "I want him to be happy." ”

I said, "You're like your dad." ”

He asked, "What?" ”

"Nothing." I said, "Do you regret it now?" ”

"Regret." He replied crisply, without any disguise.

I fell silent.

He called softly again: "Wife......"

"Huh?" They keep calling me that.

"I'm ...... her," he turned back to the subject, almost as he was dying, "and there really wasn't anything." ”

I said, "Don't say it, I don't care about it." ”

"No," he said, "just see her...... I think of my mom. She was a lot like my mom. That's all. He paused, and his heart beat even more violently: "You are not like my mother, not at all. ”

"You mean the mother surnamed Lin?" I said, "You didn't understand before, and now you don't know how bad she is for you?" ”

"I know, but she loves me too. Joy and pain are always together, as are love and hurt. His voice whispered, "Me...... I always know that I love you...... I love you like love. But ......"

I asked, "But what?" ”

But he didn't say any more, but changed the conversation: "I know you don't like me, not only because of your daughter, but not long after he appeared, you began to dislike me. ”

I said, "I don't understand you, don't keep buttoning my hat." ”

"You think I'm cowardly, and until now, you still felt that way." He pressed his face to my neck, and his voice slowly became muffled: "But, he has no feelings, and you think he has it now because he looks 'real', but I know he doesn't." 'Fanyin' has always been a very bad lover, he is sensitive, jealous, nonsense, obedient, and strong-worded...... He wanted that woman to accept everything he had and always be on his side. When he knew that she couldn't, he hid it from her, and at that time, he wanted her to be stupid and stupid for the rest of her life. ”

I understand that he is not speaking of the first personality, but of himself.

He was telling me that the first personality could never love me from the bottom of his heart, and the person "Fanyin" was not a good lover, he was just the sick appearance of Britney.

I didn't answer because I didn't want to talk about it anymore. After so many years, I still can't figure out what is going on between these two personalities, and that's why I chose the loser's way: leaving. I didn't want to get stuck again, even though it was probably the last time I talked to him, and after that, even if I didn't want to leave, I would be a widow.

At this time, the little girl's voice came, and she was also a little weak, I am afraid that she was also shot. The little girl was talking nonsense: "Sister, the sound of thunder seems to be getting louder and louder...... Is it really going to rain......"

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, what do you still want to thunder at this time? However, the gunfire never stopped, the bullets hummed terribly, and she kept repeating this phrase, which also made me feel fatalistic.

I was about to open my mouth to encourage her, but suddenly I felt Fanyin's body shake again. This time, instead of tensing his muscles in a futile resistance, as he had done the previous times, he flicked loosely, like a bullet hitting a lifeless spring pad.

In an instant, my tears slid down.

Fanyin was probably afraid that I would cry out, so she covered my mouth again.

I took his hand in my hand, and I knew that he would not last more than five minutes, and there was no sign of any help around. I didn't actually think about my life after he died, I knew it would be peaceful, but what about the rest? I don't know.

A voice came from the ear: "Don't be afraid ......"

No, I'm not afraid, the most fearful moment has long passed, but I'm shaking, in fact, I'm not cold, I don't even know why I'm shaking so much, but I just can't control this shaking, and with this shaking, there is a constant dull pain in my head.

Suddenly, something very fast crossed my cheek! The knife burned my cheeks.

At the same time, one hand pressed my head and pressed my head into his arms. My headache immediately became more intense, and he seemed to notice it, propping himself up, leaving a small space for my head like a mother protecting her child.

Then, a gentle kiss was printed on my cheek: "Wife......"

I tried to respond, but my head hurt so much that it made my mouth feel like a handful of peppercorns were stuffed and completely numb.

"Don't be afraid." His voice was like the music of a kindergarten, happy and innocent: "I'm here." ”△≧△≧△≧△≧

With that, he pushed his chin against the top of my head, his hand first grabbed my hand, and then suddenly released, and the elbow supporting his body slowly lost strength, and the weight slowly pressed down.

Bullets rained down, and he crushed me under me with his frail body, my head swollen with a dull pain that was intense, and so did my eye sockets, and my teeth...... The whole face is.

Blood, running down like water, soaked through the hem of his clothes, wet my hair, rushed across my face, it was hot and fishy, it pooled on the ground, stained my chest.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my tears at the same time, I don't know how this will help the situation? Actually, it's all like this, it seems okay to cry out loud, and it's only a matter of time before I die anyway. But I didn't, and I don't know if I was too wooden, or if I was holding on to something in my heart.

I just vaguely feel that Britney's previous words don't seem to be wrong: the first personality is cruel, violent, ruthless, utilitarian, and bottomless, even if he is comfortable in the human world, he is a little less human after all. Compared with him, today's Britney seems to be more like a person, the kind with seven emotions and six desires.

Suddenly, there was a loud roar in the sky, which seemed to be the thunderstorm that the little girl was thinking about. Of course, I also understood that it was not necessarily rain. Because it was so loud that it completely drowned out the gunshots.

Even though I was hidden under Fan Yin's body, I could still feel the strong wind that followed. At the same time, Fanyin's body was trembling, and I groped to squeeze his hand, feeling that he was still a little warmer, but still a lot lower than me.