A thin woman was walking slowly into the icy river.
The light gray mist was thrown into the air by the surging waves, forming a thicker and deeper mist that gradually enveloped everything around. The gloomy sky is depressing, and the over-saturated moisture soaks into the lungs, giving people a feeling of suffocation like death.
The woman was walking and talking on the phone, and the little boy, who was tightly clamped to her armpit, could not help coughing.
"Mom, I'm out of breath. Mom, I'm so cold, shall we go home? Mom, don't go away, you'll be flooded if you walk further? Mom, mom... "
The tender voice mixed with crying, helplessness and pleading echoed on the empty river.
The woman looked down at her son.
Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she hadn't slept for several nights, and the despair in her pupils was more intense than the rushing river and the diffuse mist. She always held the phone that couldn't be connected, stubbornly waiting for the response from the other end.
Her son's pained face and tearful eyes were just a meaningless set for her.
She raised her head, looked into the deeper water, and kept walking.
The little boy choked a few saliva and had to struggle violently.
She clamped her arms tightly, ignoring the possibility that the surging river might take her son's life first.
Suddenly, the phone was connected, and a lazy male voice rang out slowly: "Didn't I tell you to stop contacting me?"
The woman's eyes, which were completely occupied by despair, suddenly revealed a ray of light, and her continuous walking into the deep water finally stopped.
The little boy breathed a sigh of relief, but coughed uncontrollably.
"Don't be noisy!" The woman reprimanded fiercely.
The little boy quickly let go of the hand that was tightly grasping the hem of his mother's clothes, and turned to cover his mouth, his dark eyes full of hope staring at the phone for a moment. He hopes the call will save him.
"Are you divorced? If you don't, I'll jump into the river with Jane Qiao!" The woman said with a trembling voice.
The man smiled casually: "I don't lack women, and I don't lack sons, so let's dance. You are not the first person to force me to divorce with a child; you are not the first person to commit suicide for me. Forget it, I don't eat this set."
The man was about to end this meaningless conversation, but the woman suddenly pressed the phone against her son's icy cheek, her voice eager: "Call Dad, Jane Qiao! Let Dad come and save you!"
The little child does not understand the grievances between his parents, he just wants to live. It's too cold here and it's too scary.
He opened his mouth and shouted over and over again: "Daddy save me, Daddy save me..."
However, the phone screen went out in his cry for help. The man hung up the phone decisively and quickly blocked all contact information of the woman.
Even if the child's cry for help is true, and the woman's desire for death is also true, he doesn't care. A mad woman who values love more than her own life, or even her child's life, will only cause him more trouble. He may not be able to get rid of each other's entanglement in his life, so it is better to let their mother and son die.
The woman could no longer hear the man's voice, but she still screamed like crazy: "I love you! I love you more than everyone! Why can't you love me? Why? Well, you don't love me, right? Then I'll go Die well, I will die with your son! You will regret it!"
The little boy suddenly understood in his ignorance - love is a very scary thing, and his mother can't live without it, and even he is not qualified to live.
But why
Is love really that important
What is love like? Why can't it be seen, touched, or even less accessible
If you can't see it, you can't touch it, and you can't get it, then you don't need it, isn't that okay? Live well, can't you
Before he could understand these overly complicated issues, the flooding river flooded his body, the tingling in his nose and the suffocation in his chest all took away his ability to think.
In an instant, all the messy thoughts disappeared, and only fear remained, overwhelming, surging, and storm-like fear.
The little boy struggled violently, fluttering his hands and feet, trying to call for help, but more oxygen was taken away by the icy river water. His mother was dragging him into the abyss of death with her tong-like hands.
He was afraid, this unprecedented sense of terror was like a knife piercing his heart, more like a soul being torn apart suddenly, so it was engraved in his memory with incomparable pain and despair.
At the last second of unconsciousness, the little boy thought in a daze: Love, is about as painful as death
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Jane Qiao had nightmares again, like a day for decades.
When he woke up from the dream, he was covered in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
"Director, I have sorted out the design drawings of the second group, please take a look at it." A well-dressed woman knocked on the door of the office and walked in, placing a stack of thick drawings on the table.
Jane Qiao picked up the drawing on the top and looked at it. This is the design drawing of a jade necklace. The fancy style is very novel, but the workmanship is somewhat difficult.
As a top jewelry designer, Jane Joe quickly identified the problems and flaws. He flipped through the drawings one by one, his expression was very calm, and he did not express any opinion.
As the leader of the second group, the woman was a little unsure of his mind, so she showed an uneasy expression. When she opened her mouth and was about to ask, a frail woman with a gaunt face rushed into the office, fell on Jian Qiao's desk, and swept away the design drawings stacked high.
The leader of the second group quickly stepped back a few steps, his expression not surprised. Another woman who was fascinated by Jane Qiao came to the door. Sin!
Thinking like this, the leader of the second group raised his head surreptitiously and glanced at Jian Qiao quickly.
From entering the door to handing in the picture, this is the first time she has looked at the director with the right eyes. Of course, the reason is not to despise or look down on it, but to dare not look at it, because after watching it, you will be addicted.
Jian Qiao's skin was morbidly pale all the year round, and her dark eyes were filled with fog, as if it could swallow up all light. He is handsome, but this beauty does not contain a trace of vigor, sunshine, or anything clear in it.
If you have to describe it, he is more like a flower that is in full bloom, with the smell of corruption mixed with the sweetness. He is gorgeous, mysterious, intoxicating, and at the same time gloomy, decadent, and even dying.
Sometimes, the leader of the second group even felt that the man sitting in front of him was not real, but a cloud of mist that could be dissipated with a flick of his hand.
In the wild thoughts, the woman who threw herself on the desk said sadly, "Jian Qiao, do you know that I'm dying! Marry me, please!"
She stretched out her hand and tried to grab Jian Qiao's tie, but was dragged away by the secretary who arrived later.
Jian Qiao sat on the chair motionless, watching this scene quietly, her dark eyes were still filled with thick fog, and she had no emotional reaction at all. He listened to this kind of painful pleading more often, and he saw such a desperate face more often.
"Don't make trouble! Our president Jane has nothing to do with you. Why should he marry you? Our president Jane pays the money for your cancer treatment. Don't make an inch!"
The secretary was really angry, so the tone was extra stern.
This woman just stayed alone with Jane Qiao for one night. To be more precise, Jane Qiao sat on the sofa and listened to the woman's nagging all night, and the next morning, he paid the woman a huge sum of money to make up for the dry mouth all night.
Nothing happened between the two. Jane Qiao, who has been insomnia for many years, needs to get company when night falls, or listen to some meaningless words. In this way, he can drive away those nightmares that follow him.
Whether it's a man or a woman, as long as you can whisper all night without letting death and loneliness come, Jane Qiao is welcome. And his actions caused misunderstandings and speculations from the outside world, so a "scumbag" hat was buckled.
The woman had accompanied Jane Qiao for one night, but she obviously didn't know what "boundary" meant. From pursuit to chase to crazy entanglement, the woman's behavior is escalating step by step, and then completely out of control.
Half a month ago, a woman called and said that she had cancer and asked Jane Qiao to marry her because of her short time.
Even if Jane Qiao paid the woman 500,000 yuan for treatment, the marriage request was naturally ignored by him.
The secretary once reminded him to check the truth of the matter before giving the money, but Jian Qiao said in a light tone: "Life is very important, give it to her."
Life is very important, so we must live well, this is the philosophy that Jane Qiao has always believed in.
It is only 500,000 to keep a woman alive, which is really not much for him.
But his kindness did not bring good results. The woman took out a dagger from her bag, slashed the secretary's arm fiercely, and stabbed it into Jian Qiao's heart like crazy.
The severe pain penetrated Jian Qiao's body, and his misty eyes showed a look of surprise for the first time. He held the woman's wrist that kept stabbing forward, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why?"
He didn't understand why the woman wanted to kill him.
"Because I love you, even if I die, I will take you with me! We will never be separated." The woman smiled nervously, her joyful expression full of satisfaction.
Love? Is it because of love again
So, is love destroyed without it
Jian Qiao lowered her head, looked at her blood-stained chest, and smiled unexpectedly.
The nightmare from many years ago still floated up from the deep bottom of the river, grabbed his ankle, and dragged him into the dark abyss that had been waiting for a long time. The fog in his eyes finally dissipated, but there was still no light in it, because death had taken away all the light.
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"Sir, you are finally awake! Great, Desolate City is saved!"
As soon as he opened his eyes, such words came from Jian Qiao's ears.
He covered his chest and slowly sat up, only to find that the speaker was standing beside his bed, with tears in his eyes, looking like he was greatly frightened. The other party has red hair and deep eye sockets, obviously European and American in appearance, and thinking back carefully, he just spoke English, not Chinese.
Jian Qiao pressed her heart hard and felt the slight tingling, which showed that he was indeed still alive.
The man standing beside the bed held his slender wrist and comforted him bitterly: "Sir, please stop torturing yourself, your parents have gone to heaven and will never come back. What you should do now is the most It is to live well! Your people need you; your city needs you; your servants need you too! Quickly break free from the bondage of despair, and rejoice!"
Men speak Old English, and the grammatical structure and wording are very different from modern English.
As a modern person, Jane Qiao should not understand these words, but the amazing thing is that he can understand the meaning of it like he understands his native language.
He immediately looked at a glass screen placed opposite the bed, and from the vague silhouette saw a young man who was half leaning on the pillow, as pale, emaciated, and gloomy as himself, but with deeper and more beautiful features.
The former Jane Qiao died, but now, he seems to have come alive as another person in another time and space.
Realizing this, Jian Qiao slowly put down the hand covering her chest and sighed instead.
His sigh was low, tired, but happy.
In any case, it is good for him to continue to live, even if he will face those never-ending nightmares again, and will be dragged into the abyss again by some sudden disaster...