Ji Bing watched Mo Xiaobai leave. She no longer knew how to face Mo Xiaobai. He said that he destroyed her happiness and her home, so he wanted to compensate her. However, this kind of compensation was not what she wanted.
.She didn’t know her past memories, and she couldn’t remember whether Xiaobai had killed her family. She seemed to be listening to other people’s stories. The protagonist of this story was her, and she was maladaptive.
Ji Bing thought to herself that she would never hate Xiaobai.
No matter whether Xiaobai really killed her fiancé or ruined her family, she would not hate Xiaobai unless she forgot everything about the past two years. The sincere care and love of these two years was worth everything. Xiaobai
No one can hate a man like Bai. Ji Bing once thought that Xiao Bai loved her, but now it seems that she is just his shield. The person he loves most is always his brother.
She envied Mo Yao for being able to get such love as Xiaobai.
Mo Xiaobai wandered outside alone until dark. He couldn't help but walk to the dock where Mo Yao's accident happened, and replayed Mo Yao's experience before his accident over and over again. It would have been better if he hadn't made this call.
If he hadn't made this call, perhaps Mo Yao's life and death would not be unknown. It would be difficult for anyone to plot against Mo Yao. Unless he ignored the dangers around him and was absent-minded, he was Mo Yao's absent-minded.
Mo Xiaobai looked up at the sky over the port, which was all gray. Just like his mood, he could see nothing but despair in his eyes.
Brother, where are you?
He doesn't even dare to go home now, he doesn't dare to go back, he's afraid of seeing Mo Ye and Shi Yi's sadness, he's afraid of seeing everyone's regretful and sad expressions, he's afraid of facing all this, he can't help but want to hide.
I'm afraid only Mo Yao's return will make him forget all this.
Suddenly there is a smell of drugs in the air. For a person who is recovering from drug addiction and is very addicted, drugs are a fatal temptation. The smell of drugs in the air is very strong. It has an aura of confusion and darkness.
, Mo Xiaobai's breathing suddenly quickened, and the desire aroused his addiction, which he had always had. However, he was able to survive, mainly because every time he had an addiction, Mo Yao was by his side.
, encouraging him and not letting him relapse. Even if Mo Yao is not around, he still has Wu Shuang, Mo Chen, Bai Ye, and there will always be someone to help him. Mo Xiaobai has never made a mistake.
This time is obviously different.
He was alone at the dock where Mo Yao's accident happened, replaying the incident of Mo Yao's accident over and over again. He was in the most desperate state. Everything was forcing him to accept the news of Mo Yao's death. He couldn't bear it. He had never been in this life.
He had never been in such a low ebb period before. He had lost his faith and feelings, and was overwhelmed by empty despair. Mo Xiaobai could not think of anything except Mo Yao.
When he was at his most vulnerable, regretful, and desperate, drugs appeared, and Mo Xiaobai's body began to react violently to the drugs, and he couldn't help but go out into the darkness.
The pier is the most frequent place for drug transactions. Many people have such transactions at the pier. At this time, the pier is sparsely populated. There are a few men in hoodies walking around, waiting for customers to come to the door. They are accompanied by three women dressed in a depressed manner.
He walked over and asked one of the tall and thin men for drugs. The man took out a small bag of drugs. The woman gave him the money, borrowed the drugs and left impatiently.
He walked in a hurry and had the air of a drug addict on his face.
Mo Xiaobai watched from a distance, and the smell was getting stronger and stronger, tempting him to try it. As long as he gave it a try, all worries would be gone. There was a voice in Mo Xiaobai's heart that kept telling him to stop smoking.
.
He just stood at a distance, thinking about Mo Yao's reprimand when he was addicted. As if yesterday, Mo Xiaobai walked back again, walked a few steps and came back again. Over and over again, one of them sold drugs.
The young man saw him struggling and took the initiative to come over and ask him if he wanted some.
Mo Xiaobai's situation can be seen in many drug addicts. They want to take drugs, but are hesitant. Some have not taken drugs yet and just want to give it a try. Some have just quit drugs and can't help it. There are all kinds of things. At this time
As long as there is some temptation, they can take the bait.
Mo Xiaobai is well-dressed, gentlemanly and elegant, charming and sexy. He doesn't look like a drug addict at all. He looks very decent. Such men rarely take drugs unless they want to try something new.
When the young man saw Mo Xiaobai looking at him intently, he felt a little scared. He guessed from Mo Xiaobai's clothes that he was a rich man, so he had the courage to question Mo Xiaobai.
The young man gave Mo Xiaobai a drug of extremely high purity. It was pure white. Just by looking at the purity and color, Xiaobai could tell that most of it was from Paris. He looked at the white powder, his fingertips moved slightly, and he felt crazy in his heart.
of desire.
He wants this kind of happiness, he wants this kind of happiness, he doesn't want to fall into the despair of losing Mo Yao, he wants to indulge.
He asked the young man, "How much do you have?"
When the young man saw that he had caught a big man, he took out all his inventory, which was enough for him to smoke for a long time. The young man said that if Mo Xiaobai took it all, he could get a cheaper price. Mo Xiaobai looked at the drugs.
, it was like two people were having a tug-of-war in his mind, one was shouting not to touch it, if he touched it again he would fall into the abyss of death, and he would never be able to wake up. But the other person was yelling at him crazily, forget all this, forget this.
Desperate, just enjoying the pleasure.
Mo Xiaobai's eyes began to blur. He hadn't made a decision for a long time. The young man was a little impatient and asked him if he wanted it. At this time, a couple of drug addicts came over to buy drugs with another young man. Their faces were sallow and thin, and they were sluggish.
He was depressed and seemed to have been addicted to drugs for a while. There was no sunshine, no emotion, nothing on his face, only decadence, indulgence and sex.
Mo Xiaobai retracted his hand that he had already stretched out. Will he become like them? How difficult it was to detoxify from drugs in the past. He vividly remembered what happened during detoxification, what kind of pain he suffered, and how those hallucinations affected him.
Look at him, he knows it better than anyone else.
His situation will be worse than these drug addicts. Does he want to live like this? Can he really be so indulgent and never care about himself? Mo Xiaobai asked himself, can he really do it?
Without Mo Yao, he is no longer him. Without Mo Yao, will he also lose himself? But if he loses him, what value does he have and what can he miss? Mo Xiaobai thought to himself.
, he could still see Mo Yao when he was addicted to drugs, even if it was a hallucination, and a terrifying hallucination at that.
