The night is as cool as water, and the moon and stars are sparse. The night in late spring and early summer is quiet and elegant, calm and soft.
The breeze was blowing, and the night breeze seemed to be a young girl in the Mood for Love, swinging a flowing skirt, "beautiful as a heavenly fairy", appearing and disappearing from time to time, blowing on people very comfortably.
Jianguo has no time to appreciate this wonderful night scene, no time to enjoy this wonderful night breeze. He just wants to "fly" to the small forest one step at a time and rescue the good girl Xiaoxue who makes him more and more fond of it.
Thinking of that brutal night, thinking of everything that happened to Xiaoxue, Jianguo felt another inexplicable heartache, a heartache of heartache, this kind of pain, this kind of pain, like a thousand swords cutting meat, like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.
It’s just such a beautiful girl who was ruined in her own hands, in the hands of several of her good partners, thinking of Lin Fei, thinking of Xu Da, thinking of Zhang Qiang...and herself, over and over again. He urges flowers, like a beast, thinks of Xiaoxue’s sorrow, thinking about Xiaoxue’s eagerness to cry without tears, to say no words, to stop, to rest, to faint several times, to think of Xiaoxue’s bloodstains and only The beast man brought her stains, like being trampled on a flower by a big foot, and Jianguo couldn't wait to end his life with the palm of his hand.
What about after crossing? What about relived? If you still can’t protect your beloved girl this time, if the brutality and evil that happened in the small woods 20 years ago, Lin Fei and the others dare to continue to perform this evening, Jianguo has already made up his mind, what a good partner, what good Brother, don't care about anything, don't ask anything, I will leave them all behind. Since you dare to do damn things, then let me walk the way for the sky, and none of you want to live.
In fact, Lin Fei and the others should have died a long time ago. In fact, he has lived for another twenty years. He has already died once, and there is nothing great about dying again.
Although the distance from the classroom to the grove is less than 500 meters, Jianguo feels so long at this time, it looks like a long march of 25,000 miles; the feet are already walking like flying, but Jianguo feels like a snail crawling at the moment, God. Please lend me a pair of wise eyes, so that I can see the scene of the grove now; God, let me put my wings on, and let me fly into the grove at once.
Or God, you can do it, and now there is a sudden strong wind to prevent the unbearable hooliganism from happening in the small woods.
Xiaoxue, good Xiaoxue, I know that you are not only beautiful, but also very smart. I know you must have a way and you will be able to hold on for another minute.
Xiaoxue, my beloved girl, I am not good. I know that you are in danger and that you are going to suffer unbearable humiliation and torture, but I still leave you, a man, a real man, if you even love me The woman can't protect, so what kind of man is that? Such a man is alive, it is better to die.
Xiaoxue, so Xiaoxue, do you know? I love you, I really love you, if I add a modifier after I love you, the "love you for ten thousand years" in the "star" is not enough, it is far from enough, it should be to love you to the sky Old, to the wasteland, to the dryness of the sea, to the decay of the stone...
Xiaoxue, my beloved woman, if the history that happened to you is really unchangeable, if the heinous cruelty is really unavoidable, Xiaoxue, so Xiaoxue, then what happened to me through my body, invisibility, avatar, what? Peerless martial arts, what famous university, is no longer important to me. I will definitely accompany you, jumping from the high cliff into the rolling "spring river", and let the clear "spring river" water wash you and mine forever ** and soul.
Xiaoxue, good Xiaoxue, I am coming, I am coming, you wait for me, you must wait for me!
Jianguo has successfully transported ten successful powers, where is it running? It is clearly flying.
The grove, the grove that makes people both love and hate; the grove, the grove that makes people both happy and sad, is opening his wild arms at this moment, and embracing Jianguo, who is struggling like flying, tightly. In the arms.
"Xiaoxue, I'm here, where are you?" Jianguo shouted in his heart, and went straight to the bluestone slab carrying the sin in his memory.