Perverted! Murderer!

Yanxiang scolded angrily in his heart, still sneering on his lips: "So, this is the reason why you killed someone?" ”

Ji Zheng raised his eyebrows and smiled: "As long as anyone laughs at you and makes you unhappy, they should be damned." ”

Yanxiang was not convinced, and immediately pushed back sharply: "Then you should be damned countless times." ”

The expression on Ji Zheng's face twitched. I don't know when he has become accustomed to killing, whether he is born with cruelty, or whether it is an acquired early date, it is unknown.

Since the first killing, he has not been able to turn back.

Life is like chess, one wrong step will be lost.

He was gloomy for a moment, and without speaking, he turned to make a fire. His figure looked particularly gloomy and terrifying in the light of the fire.

Outside the house, the rain stopped.

Inside the house, Ji was cooking on the fire. Smoke Xiang walked out of the thatched hut in a state of confusion and looked up into the distance.

The sky was blue, as blue as an ocean. The clouds are thick, as thick as old cotton, which makes people upset.

Looking down, the mountains in the distance are undulating, and they are all draped in light scarves. Vaguely, it seems to be true and false.

But behind the confused scarf, you can still see the outline of the mountain that seems to be outlined with thick ink; I could still see the pale green complexion; You can still see the beauty of the flowers and trees.

In an instant, compared with the picturesque scenery of the landscape, she felt so humble and insignificant.

Although she was intoxicated by the prospect, she still felt pity for her own love.

After dinner, it was dusk.

Smoke Xiang avoided Ji Zheng and entered the back room alone. She stood in front of the window, her gaze slowly moving into the distance.

There was a faint glow in the clouds. Gradually, the sunlight pulls out an orange-red ray in the clouds, and from time to time it converges at a point, or, hidden in a thin cloud, revealing a faint flush.

The mountain in the distance, untied its belt, took off its light veil, exposed its skin, and fiddled with its figure in the sun, revealing its own mystery.

From this point of view, the sky and the mountains are always one after another, and their coincidence is so natural, so simple. Actually, but always disappointing, their inseparability is only a visual beauty; Their eternal connection is only an emotional sustenance; They are so far away; They are just two parallel lines that will never meet.

She looked at the boundary between the mountains and the sky, and wondered: why are they so close, but why are they so far away?

The mountains and the sky are very similar to her and her brother.

is obviously able to hold the hand of the son, but inexplicably misses the flowering period; Obviously, the two are happy, but there is a reef in front of them and it is long.

Although they love each other, they will eventually be separated.

In the reverie, the afterglow faded, the clouds dispersed, the sun set, and the tired birds returned to their nests.

In the deep blue silence, the scene outside the window disappeared little by little, but her attachment was still there.

It was night, and Yanxiang stayed in the thatched hut with Ji. Ji Zheng slept on the straw pile in the hall as usual.

Smoke was lying alone on the bed in the back room. The window was open, and I listened quietly to the sound of frogs outside the window. In fact, the sound of frogs used to be there, but I was never in the mood to listen attentively.

Looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, a burst of sourness gradually flowed in my heart.

Such a beautiful scenery, the Yiren cave room is full of candles.

It was late at night, but she didn't want to sleep. Thinking of the future, my heart is confused, lingering heartache and helplessness, fear and hesitation.

The heart was bitter and empty, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

Always think of him in the dead of night. Even though it's summer, a person still feels cold. I miss his embrace, and I want to find a little warmth from that embrace. I like the feeling of being spoiled and warm in my arms.

Only after leaving did he feel that he was alone in her heart, not entangled with others. For feelings, she is very selfish, and she can't share a husband with others, let alone see him being occupied by others.

He should just belong to her.

She can't tolerate her stuff being appropriated by someone else. She only misses his, the hug that belongs to her alone.

Therefore, she resolutely chose to leave.

I can't tolerate it, and I can't let go of my worries.

I always thought that with an easy wave of my hand, I could leave him behind. No longer to think, no longer unforgettable, to be able to live her life peacefully. However, it turned out that he was just hiding in the depths of her soul and never left for a moment.

With a sad heart, she thought of the man who had become more and more distant from her.

I can only wish him all the best, and silently taste a bitterness of his own in his heart.

The past flashed in a trance, but I couldn't remember anything clearly, only the smell of earth, which permeated the wings of my nose.

In the Changfeng Dart Bureau, Chu Tiankuo was lying on the bed in his room. Even though it was already dark outside the window, he didn't feel sleepy.

Outside the window, birds chirped and sang beautiful songs melodiously. Looking out the window, the moon and stars were scarce, and his heart was sour.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the sound and smile of the cigarette incense dangled in front of his eyes. In my mind, there are pictures of the two getting along in the past, scene after scene, which comes to mind and will not disperse for a long time.

I don't know where she is now, is she safe? Does she know that he is thinking of her?

He always thinks of her for no reason when he is alone. There was an indescribable sourness in his heart. Deep longing, faint heartache, deep sadness.

Missing is an uncontrollable pain.

I didn't understand it before/Maybe tomorrow will have a future/

Missing is a pain that breathes / It lives in all corners of my body /

It hurts to hum the song you love / It hurts to read your letter / Even silence hurts /

Regret is the pain of breathing/It flows back and forth in the blood/

Regretting not being intimate will hurt / Hate that you won't understand that you will hurt / If you want to see it, it hurts the most/

I haven't seen the sadness on your face / What a lonely stubbornness it is/

You tore down the walls and let me wander / Wait for me to bind myself in the same place /

You didn't say you'd be weak too/You need to rely on me/I don't pretend I don't know/

Move freely and live by myself / I vow not to lie anymore /

If I love you more, I'll hug you so tightly/My smile is fake/

The soul seems to float / It's good if you're there /

I swear I won't let you wait / Accompany you to do whatever you want /

I'm more and more like a shell / I'm afraid of being touched /

It's good if you come back/It's good to come back/

She walked away, leaving him alone. Looking back on the past, laughing and scolding, there have been laughter, tears, and sweetness. Bit by bit, it seems that it is still in front of you, but it is like a world away. He was alone with longing and sorrow, occasionally smiling unconsciously.

I can only wish her all the best, and silently taste a bitter wine of her own in the bottom of her heart. I don't know who got drunk? Tears blurred his eyes, and his heart was as clear as a mirror.

In the early hours of the morning, he was in a daze, half-asleep, and half-awake, until a lively sound of frogs sounded outside the window that he woke him up. This frog sound was often heard in the past, but the person who had accompanied him to listen to this frog sound was not around.

His heart was like a withered weed, and even the slightest breeze could cause a trembling sound, and the affectionate eyes echoed in his mind, and her mischievous wink, her childish speech, all her imprints.

In the dream, he leaned on her shoulder, smelling her breath deeply. Wake up with a sunny day outside the window. But she wasn't around.