Chapter 1: Falling in love with you may only be the moment I see you, but it will take my whole life to forget you. God is so unfair to me, but I have no ability to resist at all. I can't escape your shadow.
If you escape from it, you are like a poison. If you get caught, you will be entangled for life.
Young people met each other but didn't know each other. It turns out that the farthest distance in the world was opened by my own hands.
--------BY Yehen
Ye Hen turned around and saw Pingzhi standing in front of him wearing the same clothes as him. Tiantian and Qin Shaowei looked serious and dignified.
Pingzhi said: "Emperor Ling, we can't hold it anymore. I will pretend to be you to lure them away. Then you follow the path of all the remaining dead soldiers and leave from the backyard. As long as you are here, Iceland will
Make a comeback.”
"Are you pretending to be me?" Ye Hen frowned. Who doesn't know how much danger this involves, which is almost equivalent to voluntarily committing suicide.
Pingzhi nodded firmly: "I will definitely lure these people away for you."
"Emperor Ling, let's go. If even Taraki comes, there is really no chance." Qin Shaowei understands Ye Hen's character and knows that he is not a person who escapes in battle, but there is no point in holding on at this time. As the saying goes
He said that as long as the green hills are left, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood. If everyone dies, there is no need to talk about anything.
Ye Hen turned to look at the broken swing outside the window, as if he saw her standing next to the swing, with regret and disappointment on her face. She turned her head and said to him dissatisfied: "Ye Hen, how could you let someone break me?"
's swing."
Yes, how could he let someone break her swing? If she came back and couldn't see the swing anymore, she would definitely be sad.
He wants to find her now and bring her back. Everything else seems to be unimportant. This country, this world, has been surrendered to others.
Ye Hen walked past Ping Zhi, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said with emotion: "You are indeed much more loyal than Lin Jinfeng. I didn't misjudge you."
Pingzhi smiled: "I will never betray Emperor Ling, not even to death."
The atmosphere at the scene seemed a bit heroic, but Ye Hen was used to it, and he strode out without much emotion.
Pingzhi then turned up the collar of his windbreaker. He was about the same height as Ye Hen and looked equally handsome, but when he put on sunglasses, he really looked like him.
He took a few people around to the backyard, deliberately attracting others' attention while walking.
He knew very well in his heart that he was dying in Ye Hen's place, but at this time, they had no choice.
The only regret is that he really has to betray Xiaotian. He promised her that after completing this matter, he would take her to live in seclusion in the village and live the life of an ordinary couple. But now, everything has come to nothing. He thought of
She was still waiting for his lonely figure in front of the window, feeling as if someone had taken out a piece of her heart, and a strong wind poured in, cooling her limbs and bones.
Xiaotian, there is a sentence that I have never said. I thought you knew it. How many times have I wanted to talk to you, but I don’t know if I have the qualifications. Until now, I finally have no chance.
, but my body has not forgotten, and my soul has not forgotten either. Every day and night when I hold you, I will say silently to you, I love you, Xiaotian, I love you!
He seemed to be reciting his last words silently in his heart, but she couldn't hear them.
Suddenly many people jumped out in front, and one of them who knew Ye Hen shouted, "Ye Hen, Ye Hen is here."
He lowered his head and strode forward, feeling the footsteps behind him getting denser and denser.
Ye Hen and his party fought their way out of the siege and finally reached the backyard of the villa. From here, they could see the Jiuding Mountains behind. It would be much easier to escape into the mountains to avoid the enemy.
A series of gunshots came from a distance, which was exactly the direction Pingzhi was escaping from. Tiantian suddenly stopped walking at the end. Something broke in her heart like glass. She remembered their passionate entanglement last night.
, she recalled what he said with a smile this morning, that he wanted to stay with that girl and live the life of an ordinary couple.
His smile was filled with the morning sunshine, so beautiful that it made people dizzy.
"Tiantian, be careful." Qin Shaowei turned around and saw her in a daze, and behind her, two gun muzzles were pointed at her vest.
When she reacted, gunfire rang out.
Two bullets penetrated her chest, and blood spurted out.
She was still standing, touching the blood rolling out of her chest, and the lifeline in her hand was submerged. She knew that her premonition had always been accurate, and she had finally reached the end of her life.
"Pingzhi...wait for me..." A bright smile bloomed at the corner of Tiantian's mouth, and slowly fell into Qin Shaowei's enlarged pupils.
"Tiantian." Qin Shaowei reluctantly roared in pain and looked back at Ye Hen. He saw a complicated expression on his face, and there was sadness in his eyes that he had never seen before. Qin Shaowei always thought that Ye Hen had no feelings for these people, but he was like this
For whom is the sadness wiped away?
Qin Shaowei raised his pistol and killed the two men who killed Tiantian. He stood in front of Ye Hen and shouted loudly: "Emperor Ling, you go first, I will cover you here."
Ye Hen looked at his back and suddenly asked: "Is it worth it to sacrifice your life for me?"
Qin Shaowei gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "No matter how others identify you, you have been kind to me. With this kind of kindness, I can devote my life to you for the rest of my life."
"A favor from a meal?" Ye Hen muttered this sentence silently. In his thirty years of life, he understood this sentence head-on for the first time. Ping Zhihe and Tian Tian were all doing this for this favor.
Therefore, they are willing to lay down their lives for him. He is just using them. They should know it. Even if they know, they can still die to repay their kindness.
He suddenly laughed. Things in this world are really interesting. He doesn't need them to repay their kindness. He only wants his Momo and her.
He has nothing now, so he can't live without her.
"Emperor Ling, let's go." Zi Yang glanced at Qin Shaowei and said, "Take care."
Qin Shaowei stood guard with a gun, and was soon surrounded by the rushing crowd. He threw away the empty pistol and said without fear: "Shoot."
Several pistols were pointed at his body. Just as he closed his eyes and waited for death, he suddenly heard a voice saying urgently: "Stop."
He didn't expect to hear such a familiar voice again.
Opening his eyes, Lin Jinfeng was striding towards him.
A flash of surprise flashed in Qin Shaowei's eyes, and he cried out: "Lin."
"Shaowei." Lin Jinfeng walked up to him and patted his shoulder: "With your attitude of not caring about death, can you be called a martyr?"
Qin Shaowei gave a wry smile: "I will accept it if it falls into your hands today."
"Do you think I will kill you?" Lin Jinfeng raised his beautiful eyebrows, and the tattoos on his face also jumped.
"You are from Lord Gun, and I am from Emperor Ling. We are incompatible."
"But you have already put down your gun." Lin Jinfeng glanced at his empty hand: "I will not kill those who abandon their weapons and surrender."
Lin Jinfeng could not forget that when he secretly went to see Qiu Mo and was discovered by Emperor Ling, he was locked in a room at the back to await punishment. It was Qin Shaowei who deliberately dropped the key and let him go. Without Qin Shaowei's generous rescue at the beginning, maybe what happened later
Nothing would happen. He always kept this great kindness in his heart and dared not forget it.
"Lin, I will not surrender." Qin Shaowei said seriously.
Lin Jinfeng smiled and said: "When you get out of here, it's up to you whether you want to surrender or not."
Qin Shaowei smiled gratefully, and then said seriously: "I have an unreasonable request."
"Why are you so polite to me? Tell me."
"I want to take away the bodies of my two companions. After all, we have worked together for so long, and I don't want to see them dead in the wilderness."
Lin Jinfeng's face was solemn, and his eyes seemed to be stained with a touch of sadness, "Are you talking about Ping Zhihe Tiantian?"
Qin Shaowei nodded.
"Okay." Lin Jinfeng gave a wry smile. Tiantian and Hezhi were also old acquaintances, but they didn't belong to the same group at the time, so they didn't have many interactions. When he was captured back to Iceland, the two of them went out together.
However, that is no longer important. They all obey Ye Hen's orders, and he has never held any grudge against anyone.
"Shaowei, what are your plans next?" Lin Jinfeng asked with concern.
Qin Shaowei looked at the smoke-filled villa and the mutilated battlefield, and shook his head: "I don't know."
He really didn't know that he had been taking care of Baidao's business for Ye Hen for a long time. Suddenly, there was nothing, and he felt helpless.
"Actually, you are a business material. It would be a pity not to do this." Lin Jinfeng took out a large check from his pocket and handed it to him: "I know I asked you to follow Mr. Gun with me, but you don't
I will agree, so you keep this."
He knew that he would definitely encounter Qin Shaowei in today's battle, so he had everything prepared.
"Lin, this is..." Qin Shaowei looked at the check in his hand and hesitated before taking it.
"I borrowed this from you. Use the money to do what you want to do, and pay me back slowly in the future." Lin Jinfeng smiled and held his hand and said, "We will always be good brothers."
The look in his eyes was so sincere and warmly moved. Qin Shaowei suddenly remembered those times when they had gone through life and death together, sitting on the street and getting drunk.
He took the check from Lin Jinfeng's hand and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll accept the check. Just wait for the day when I return it."
He took a step forward and hugged Lin Jinfeng, with a trace of reluctance and helplessness in his eyes. He patted his back and said, "Brother, take care of me."
After sending Qin Shaowei away, Lin Jinfeng stepped into the villa stepping on the Cangyi that was all over the floor. His nose was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder smoke, and with every step he took, even the building seemed to shake.
Some valuable paintings were scattered in the corridor, and he seemed to still be able to feel the prosperity and majesty of this place.
After passing these obstacles, he walked into a small room.
There were noisy voices outside. His people and Yan Tianluo's people were all looking for Ye Hen's whereabouts.
Looking around this room, the decoration was elegant, simple and generous, and there was a set of folded pajamas on the bedside, which was her favorite off-white color.
This must be Qiu Mo's former room, she lived here.
Lin Jinfeng walked to the head of the bed and brushed her slender fingers over the pajamas she had worn, as if caressing her. His eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness.
He lay on the bed where she had slept, staring at the ceiling, imagining her thoughts and expressions when she slept here.
He thought of the small house they once rented. The room was not big. He slept here and she slept there. When she came back in the middle of the night, there was always a bowl of hot rice waiting for her. When she opened the door, her sleeping face was the most beautiful thing.
Good comfort, as if all the fatigue and worries disappeared at that moment.
Lin Jinfeng was lying down when he suddenly felt that there seemed to be something hard under the pillow.
He stood up and took the pillow away, and saw a broken photo frame underneath. There was a specimen made of withered flowers in the photo frame. He turned the photo frame over and saw neat writing on the dark yellow paper shell.
A row of beautiful small characters: I am waiting for a real magnolia, just like waiting for a miracle, will you still be there when the magnolia blooms?
This sentence full of deep longing did not indicate who it was written to, but Lin Jinfeng felt that it should be written to the person who gave her this flower.
"Lin." Sophia suddenly appeared at the door and called him.
Lin Jinfeng hurriedly stuffed the photo frame into his windbreaker, then stood up and said, "What's the matter?"
"Ye Hen can't be found anywhere. I think he ran away." Sophia shrugged helplessly: "Does this count as letting the tiger return to the mountain?" Indeed, with Ye Hen's ability, he will make a comeback sooner or later, but it's just time.
It's just a question.
"I think he will not give up and send people to continue searching without relaxing at all. Moreover, he must keep an eye on Leng Xiao. He has always been unpredictable. I am afraid that he will turn around and come to trouble us again.
." Lin Jinfeng walked up to Sophia and gave instructions in a calm tone.
Sophia smiled and hugged him and said, "Lin, you are really different from before."
When we first met Lin Jinfeng, he was filled with the aura of a scoundrel, cynical and arrogant. But now Lin Jinfeng is calm and dignified. It seems that the gun master wants to choose him as his successor. This
The decision was absolutely right.
Lin Jinfeng did not push her hand away, he was thinking about another person.
When he escaped from Iceland, he promised her that when he became strong enough to deal with Ye Hen, he would come back and take her away.
He thinks that he has not grown to be that powerful yet. This success is also due to the cooperation of Leng Xiao and Yan Tianluo. He still has a lot to learn and experience.
It's just that he no longer has the positive determination he had before, because all this has lost meaning to him. He became strong just for her, but she still couldn't return to his arms in the end, because the person she loved has always been there.
There is only Leng Xiao.
At the same time, Leng Xiao stayed up all night. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked in the direction of Fontaine Villa. Although he could not see anything, a picture of raging flames gradually appeared in his mind. In the beating flames,
Whose history is burned, and whose memory is blown away.