readx;? In modern Japanese society, major colleges and universities have blown the crooked wind of "virgins are shameful", as if everyone should have fun in time, and the heresy of "toes also want to share" has been posted on various Internet forums. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 As a result, virgins became more and more scarce, even to the point of horror that they could not find virgins in college, high school, and junior high school, and many people shouted that "virgins must be found in kindergarten".

In this kind of unhealthy heresy, it is rare to see a pure girl like Ming Qianying, and it should really be cherished like protecting giant pandas.

"It's not your fault, everyone doesn't want to give up their lives easily. I comforted her.

"That's why you love people like Chu Chu?" Ming Qianying asked again, "Love her bravery and fierceness, love her spirit of being able to dedicate herself to morality, and when she died, you were so sad." Even though I only watched from afar, I could feel the grief you felt. ”

My throat choked and I couldn't answer.

When Chu Chu fell into my arms, his body temperature was still there, but his life was short. In the face of death, no one can do anything, and it is impossible to die in her place with their own lives.

I was very saddened by her death, but when I knew that she took the initiative to ask for death in order to save the Jade Rakshasa, I couldn't help but mourn in my heart, and I was sad, miserable, emotional, and pity her to the extreme.

Chu Chu is like a meteor, passing by quickly, life is short, burning himself, blooming brilliance, just to illuminate the future of others.

This kind of life can no longer be described by right and wrong, good and evil, gain and loss, good and bad, she will definitely live forever in the history of the Miao Jiang Great Gu Refiner, and her glorious deeds will always be passed on to the world, becoming a classic praised by future generations, just like the history of the Jade Rakshasa bloody battle "Wu Zhixue Feng".

It's just that if she does that, will her inner world be happy?

There is no comparison between people, if you insist on comparing Ming Qianying with Chu Chu, the latter is indeed more courageous than the former.

Ever since I met Chu Chu, it has been obvious that she is an absolutely tragic figure. She has always lived in her mission, not for herself at all. So, she can end her life at any time, as long as it is useful to achieve her goals. Her tragedy is that not only others see her as a tool, but also herself as a tool.

"She should actually envy you more, after all, you can control your own destiny, and you have been better than many Jianghu characters. There is an old Chinese saying that people in the rivers and lakes cannot help themselves. There are very few people who can really maintain themselves and control themselves. "I sigh from the bottom of my heart.

Ming Qianying gave up the final means of saving Sang Qinghong because of "selfishness", from the sectarian moral point of view, she will be scolded by future generations, but at least she can live well now and live her life well.

"Envy me, thank you for affirming me like that. Ming Qianying sighed.

"People have the right to decide their own way of living, and it's not wrong for you to do this, and it's not right for Chu Chu to do that. It's just that there is only one life, and everyone should respect life and be kind to their own life, rather than following the crowd and following the crowd. "While I feel sad for Chu Chu, I am also glad that Ming Qianying did not follow in Chu Chu's footsteps and also took a path of self-sacrifice.

"If it were you, how would you choose? like me, or like Chu Chu?" asked Ming Qianying again.

I shook my head helplessly: "I can't choose, because I'm not you, and I'm not Chuchu." ”

When the man and woman entered the room, they did not make any more unbearable sounds, but were silent and did not make any noise, which also seemed to be extremely abnormal.

"Don't move here, I'll go out and have a look. I said.

According to my judgment, after the Jade Rakshasa kills people halfway, he will definitely return here. The painting drawn by the spy leader himself had a fatal attraction to her.

Ming Qianying nodded obediently: "Okay, come back as soon as possible, pay attention to safety." If necessary, you can shout for help, and I will be there immediately. ”

I pushed open the cabinet door and cautiously poked my head out to look left and right.

The hallway was silent, without any human voices or footsteps.

The door to the room was closed, but I listened with bated breath, and there was really no sound coming from there.

I came out of the closet and closed the door for Ming Qianying.

"Men and women love each other, and they don't pay attention to the dangers around them at all, but choose some deserted places to date. Prostitution during the day, either adultery or theft, and those who can come here for a tryst are definitely not good students. So, there's no need to save face for them. As I pondered, I walked briskly to the door, grabbed the doorknob and swirled it open, and pushed open the quaint and heavy wooden door.

When the black-clothed killer besieged the Jade Rakshasa, most of the curtains had been torn off, and most of the tables, chairs, and sofas in the room were exposed. At this moment, only one of the couches in the southwest corner of the room was still covered with a cloth curtain, which looked very eye-catching. Moreover, the cheating couple was not in the house, only four or five sweatshirts, jeans, scarves, sneakers suitable for young men and women were thrown on the floor, and a smoky gray bra hung on a single sofa on the left. This situation often appears in romance movies, ** As soon as the man and woman who burned themselves entered the room, they did not delay for a second, they took off their clothes and entered the practical steps of real knives and guns.

I flashed into the room and walked straight to the couch.

The curtain was bulging, and something was clearly covered underneath, but it was still.

I hesitated and took a hard breath to make sure I could see any disgusting scenes. Then, I grabbed the corner of the curtain and pulled it hard, and when the dust was flying, I immediately saw the pair of bitter mandarin ducks covered underneath.

It was indeed a young man and a woman, all of their clothes had been removed, except for a pair of briefs under their crotches.

The two hugged each other tightly, but there was no superfluous movement, they just hugged each other like that, as if they suddenly fell asleep in the middle of the fun.

I reached for the boy's arm, but found that his body had become very light, like an empty plastic bag. His body was entangled with the girl, and I pulled them down and dragged them up effortlessly.

The painting was still there, but there was no trace of Chu Chu in the room.

"Chuchu, are you there?" I whispered, walking towards the door where the black-clad killer had retreated.

I don't know what was behind the door, but I judged that the man who killed the young man and woman did not go far, but hid in the shadows.

The door had an intricate carved iris carved in grayish-brown wood, presumably made of old walnut, which is rare in modern times.

To my surprise, the brass handle on the door was also old-fashioned, likewise engraved with an iris motif.

"Alas......" There was a female voice on the other side of the door lamenting faintly, but it was not a Chu Chu voice.

My hand was already on the doorknob, but it stopped instantly, and it didn't twist.

"That's definitely not Chu Chu's voice!" I knew this very well, so I stopped making a sound, flashed by the door, and continued to listen.

"You know my thoughts, but you pretend not to know, all the ** words, this will break my heart, you know? I swore last night that I would give you another month, and if you don't make a promise to me in thirty days, I will leave here. Miao Jiang can't go back, I will wander the world and live alone. The world is so big, where can I not be accommodated Jade Rakshasa ?" the female voice said to herself.

When I heard the name of "Jade Rakshasa", I knew that Chu Chu had returned, but now she was no longer Chu Chu, but a different person.

Thinking about it, Chu Chu is really stubborn to the extreme. Ordinary people are not willing to give away a single plant or tree in their home to others for nothing, let alone lend their house to others. And she was good, but she was willing to die, and even gave up her body.

"Will you come or not tonight?" said the female voice again.

At this moment, I hope that the spy leader is standing at the door. In this way, he and the Jade Rakshasa will be able to have a lover and eventually become a family, end this bad relationship, and let the Jade Rakshasa die as he deserves, and will not be trapped in the "Mirror Room".

"I won't hesitate to do what you want me to do, even if you don't even give me a smile. I understand your difficulties, national interests and national morality force you to 'put state affairs first', but after you give everything you have, does the country still want you? You, you, although you are already an important minister of the DPRK and the central government under one person and above 10,000 people, you are so stupid and cute. Alas, I love you for your stupid look, as long as the Führer says a word, you don't even want your own life. My father and mother have seen these things and warned me many times, but I never believed them. Well, now that the bitter fruit will soon be harvested, we will have endless regret medicine in the second half of our lives. I just want to ask you, do you regret doing this?" the female voice said again.

These words were secretly spoken by the Jade Rakshasa to the spy leader, and they were sincere, and every word was very reasonable. However, for a person who is immersed in the spirit of patriotism, these words are nothing more than a piano for the ox and do not serve any purpose. However, no one has the right to evaluate the merits and demerits of others, especially since the spy leader has become a thing of the past. At the moment, it is just a game to say that he is right or wrong.

"It's good to leave me here, why should you bother? My heart has withered and decayed, why do you wake me up again?" The woman's voice became more and more miserable, but she did not lose her voice and began to cry bitterly, the feeling of despair and forbearance made me feel as if I was immersed in ice water.

"Why did you leave that picture? is it to commemorate your actions to save your country? or to commemorate the love between us that we didn't have time to end? In any case, you are wrong, you were wrong in the past, and you are just wrong, and now you are wrong and wrong, and you have inserted another knife in my heart, isn't it wrong again and again, and it is unforgivable?" The female voice moved, and walked from the far end to the door, separated only from me by the old wooden door.

I turned my head and looked at the remnant.

The large hole in the middle of the picture has destroyed the bodies of the two main characters, and now the woman can only be imagined from memory.

"If it were me, would I be able to send such a beautiful woman to a Japanese warship? Could that spy leader really be a hard-hearted, cold-hearted and perverted devil as recorded in the legend?"

The good things in the world are extremely rare, and the things that are extremely beautiful can last for an extreme time, some are like epiphany, blooming overnight and withering, and some are like white horses passing through the gap, and they disappear in a blink of an eye.

For example, Jade Rakshasa, her rise and destruction are also the legend of Miao Jiang, everyone pays attention to her "greatness of life", but no one pays attention to her "sorrow of death" anymore.

On this vast territory, the eight-year War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression has brought great disasters to the people, and has just been victorious, followed by the old government's desperate struggle. Many anti-Japanese heroes in the past eight years have become cannon fodder in the civil war, creating tragedies with plot reversals. The Jade Rakshasa is also one of these many tragedies.

With a click, the doorknob was turned, and the door slowly pulled in.

When the woman inside the door walked out, I saw her silhouette first.

She had a high nose, long, dense eyelashes, a full, fair forehead, rosy lips, and only a silhouette in sight, and my heart felt like it had been hit by a bullet, and I was so shocked that I couldn't breathe.

In half my life, I have never seen such a beautiful woman. If her silhouette is only half of all her beauty, then only this half has already overshadowed all the beauties of ancient and modern China and foreign countries, heaven and earth. Compared with her silhouette, Miss Hong Kong, Miss Asia, Miss World, all women are not worthy of lifting her shoes, they are only worthy of kneeling and bowing to her from afar, and they are not even qualified to bow in front of her.

She stepped through the doorway, her black hair fluttering from her shoulders as her body undulated.

I don't think even the best ink painter in the world could paint this scene, and the black hair brushed across her white cheeks, one black and one white, forming a dynamic ink painting as beautiful as a dream, more beautiful than a picture that has been retouched a thousand times by an electronic computer.

The beauty of this woman carries a lonely and cold taste that does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Her body seems to be carved from jade, and every moment of the stroke is done with the perfect technique of carving art, without flaws and no regrets.

In front of her, I felt frozen all over, and I even subconsciously held my breath, for fear of ruining the perfect picture in front of me.

She walked straight to the remnant and looked up slightly, her white neck at a perfect angle.

I could still only see her silhouette, her clothes had not changed, they were the same as when she was arrested and left, but her body shape had changed slightly, and she had become as perfect as the person in the painting.

I can't find any words to describe her other than "perfect".

"You shouldn't leave such a picture, once a beautiful thing is destroyed, it must be destroyed cleanly, leaving no traces. What is your purpose in leaving this painting......? Are you missing me? Alas...... Is it to make future generations miss us? Alas...... Or will I always miss you today?......" She asked four questions in a row, asked a sigh, and the kind of heart-wrenching, speechless sorrow, like four knives, was fiercely inserted into my heart.

"Death is a sad thing, when you die, you don't have anything to remember when you die, but you didn't think of it, right? The saddest thing in the world is to never die, but you can never forget the past, ten or twenty years, thirty years and fifty years, you have been alive, you have been thinking about it repeatedly, and every word you said and everything you did in the past are clearly described in your mind, the clearer, the more heartache, the sweeter, the more sad. The long night is difficult to see, Shenzhou is lonely, I have no hometown, and I have no future, I can only stay for you until the world is destroyed......" She murmured into the painting, her eyelashes unblinking, as if she was stunned when she saw the painting.

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