"Just now... I was about to faint, so I pretended to be faint. When Venomous Scorpion... took off his pants, I kicked him. It hurt... his face changed. He took out the knife and pointed at me like crazy.
Stabbed...seven or eight times..."
"Such a stab made me wake up. I picked up...the sheets and strangled his neck..."
"He struggled several times with great strength, and he almost broke free. But I was thinking, if I die, I won't be able to wait for you..."
He Bing stretched out her little hand and gently held his rough palm. She rubbed his calluses with her soft fingertips. This was the power that time had accumulated on him and related to the years.
She looked at him, her eyes as bright as the stars in the sky, "Ah Ming, you know, I love you. I have never hidden my love for you in these years. If I love you, I must love what you love, so I
I have been following your footsteps. One day, I will be as brave as you, I will have the same faith as you, and I will live like you."
"Ah Ming, I have protected you. From now on, you will feel less sad and more happy. So many people love you, and I love you too."
She loved him, he always knew it.
The girl's soft voice rang through his ears, hitting his strong heart every word, and he held her cold little hand in his palm.
He drove the car and looked straight ahead. The neon lights of the city reflected through the car window on his handsome face, adding to the vicissitudes of life.
Although he has lived in prosperity for so many years, prosperity has never belonged to him, and he has never been nostalgic and lost.
Over the years, he has walked many winding roads, cut through many thorns and winds, lost his parents when he was young, and was displaced from his home and country several times. Bloody battles have left scars all over his body. He is used to being alone.
Ye Ming's deep eyes were stained with scarlet, and there was still a little glimmer of water. He curled his thin lips and said with a hoarse smile, "I have never cared about this journey, or how much I have paid.
, what will be gained? I never saw the last time my parents left, but my father left a note for me, a few simple words, to live an upright life."
"Sometimes I feel tired, and the unfamiliar faces around me make me tired, and I get tired of this dirty dimness, but I still continue. Such days can't be said to be good, nor can they be said to be bad, until I met you.
"
"I still remember the first time I saw you. In that dark room, you stabbed Xiao Si's right eye with a pencil. Your eyes were full of determination. You made me feel amazing at that time."
"Later on, you continued to grow up, and the growing affection gradually made us different. You confided your love to me, and you pressed on me step by step. I ran away several times. In fact, it was not because I didn't want to, but...
Afraid."
"I'm afraid that I can't find a balance point. One hand is a heavy burden, and the other is love. I'm afraid of losing my country, and I'm afraid of letting you down. Is there any way to have both in this world? I can't live up to the Tathagata and I can't live up to you."
"What I'm even more afraid of is that I'm afraid that time will pass and it will be too late. How dare I...sing my love to you in your youth?"
"But, after all, I fell in love, fell in love, fell in love with the warmth you gave me, fell in love with the love you gave me. After walking for so many years, I suddenly wanted to stop. I was tired, tired, and hurt.
I feel sad, I feel lonely, I want to fall asleep, and suddenly I want you to accompany me."
"I want to have a family with you, I want to tell you about my parents, and I want to ask you seriously, He Bing, I'm not perfect, I'm almost forty, so have you considered it carefully? Don't
Come play with me, because it’s my first time to play with feelings and fall in love.”
"I also want to tell you secretly, if there was anything that made you sad in the past, you must be more tolerant. I was worried, hesitant, and hesitant. It was all because I was too old and you were too young. I was very poor, but you were very good.
I always think about our future, and I always look for the possibility of happiness between us. I give my heart to you, and you are all in my eyes, He Bing. After so many years, I love you."
He said, He Bing, I have loved you after so many years.
He Bing's eyebrows widened with a smile, she finally waited, waited for his confession, his love.
He Bing's slender body slowly lay down, with her little face lying on his strong thigh. She stretched out her little hand and touched the prosthetic leg of his right leg. Here was the best love he gave her.
In fact, real heroes have flesh and blood, and the so-called softness and weakness will make them more beautiful.
He Bing closed his eyes gently, "Ah Ming, you know, I had a dream when you left three years ago. I dreamed that I was pregnant and gave birth to a daughter.
Daughter? How wonderful.
Ye Ming hooked up her thin lips, inserted his big palms into her black hair, wrapped her pale forehead and stroked her back, "If we give birth to a daughter, what will her name be?"
The words fell and there was no response for a long time.
"Bingbing..."
"My name is...Diandian. I have been thinking about you every moment for the past three years. Every moment is my love for you."
Therefore, my daughter is called Dian Dian.
Ye Ming's eyes were red and he nodded, "Okay, from now on our daughter will be called Dian Dian."
Fool.
They already have a daughter.
He Bing wanted to talk and tell him that she had given him a daughter.
But she was so tired, all the strength in her body was withdrawn, and she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.
He Bing closed his eyes and never opened them again.
She fell asleep.
She fell asleep anyway.
Ye Ming didn't dare to lower his eyes or look down. The veins in the big palm holding the steering wheel were pulsing. His heart hurt. Every breath he took was painful. The pain was so painful that he wished he could live.
Time went back to those nights many years ago, when he slept alone and alone in every corner of the world, alone and with a moon.
He was left behind.
From then on he became a person again.
The world is so big that his home is gone.
There is no place for his love in this life.
He didn't know what kind of pain it was. It was so painful that he curled up in his heart, and his eyes were boiling with heat, but they were dry and he didn't shed a single tear.
Now her two big hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and her gradually cold body lay on his strong thighs. Her eyes suddenly became moist, and something overflowed in her heart.
One drop, two drops, three drops... The tears in his eyes fell down, blurring his vision for a moment.
It turns out that tears are so hot.
It burned his heart and burned him to death.
Time is irreversible, it turns out it’s still too late.
He Bing.
His He Bing.
He once thought that He Bing was a gift from God. In recent years, God seemed to have begun to treat him particularly favorably, but He Bing was still taken back.
His thick and handsome shoulders began to move. He had never cried before. He didn't know what it was like for a man to cry. He didn't know how to relieve the pain in his heart. He clenched his fists and put them to his lips, biting them, in a panic.
All the flowers are withering, and his world has become barren.