nostalgia

Chapter 20 [Twenty] Tang Sinian-
15 minutes ago.

Tang Sinian was coming out of the bathroom when he saw Fu Lichu standing on the railing blowing the sea breeze, as if he had something on his mind, he walked over and had a brief chat with him.

"When will you change your temper? You can't adapt to the excitement, right?" Tang Sinian asked with a smile.

Although he drank, his eyes were clear as usual.

Fu Lichu turned his head to look at his profile, and replied seriously:

"I can express my likes or dislikes at will, but you can't.

How much do you love such excitement? "

Tang Sinian watched the deep blue sea below surge, like the churning of his heart at this moment.

Putting the slender fingers on the edge of the mouth, the lower jaw was raised slightly and the lips were sucked deeply on the cigarette, and the dark orange light of the cigarette butt flickered and dimmed as he inhaled.

He squinted his eyes and nodded his head lightly, somewhat agreeing with what he said.

"Si Nian, if you're tired, tell me, you don't need to hold yourself up.

Of course, if you can hold on, I will still enjoy leisure as I do now. "

Tang Sinian was amused by his hypocritical politeness. When he turned around, he glanced inadvertently, and tapped a place not far away with his hand wearing a luxury watch. He patted Fu Lichu's shoulder meaningfully, and walked back to the Continue to drink in the lively place.

Fu Lichu found a telescope to look in that direction. It seemed that someone was struggling in the water.?

It's just that the other party's black clothes are closely integrated with the sea water.

Only the white arms and the face that sometimes appeared above the water were so white that it penetrated people.
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Fu Lichu immediately ordered several people to drive a speedboat to check.

I didn't expect that when I came back, I would really gain something. Didn't I get a woman back?

A moment of doubt flashed in his mind at that time, why didn't she drown in the raging sea water?

This is an area in the sea, not a shoal, so you still have the strength to struggle here?

The sea water was bone-piercing and her legs were prone to cramps, so no matter what, it was unreasonable for her to survive.

Unless, her life is too big.

later.

He has a deep understanding that the deep sea that night is really not that rough compared to the time to come.

Her vitality is so tenacious, not only born in the sun, no matter where she is, she can survive very well.
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A Chuan was carried to the deck by two people, and was roughly thrown on the wooden board like a dead object.

She still had consciousness in her mind, and the pain at that moment made her want to sit up and curse.

But the reality is a little weak, and this hatred will be cleared up slowly when there is time in the future.

She was not submerged in sea water into this half-dead state, but she had just been punished on the No.15th floor of hell, that is, Ling Chi.

Every year today, so repeatedly.

Although Xi Zhinian was a demon, he couldn't get close all his life, let alone practice.

She was born in the past and lives in the present.

She is just a demon transformed from an obsession left after her own 'soul' passed away.

Maybe it's reluctance, fetters, unwillingness.

Or missing, waiting, commitment.

The most unbearable thing is resentment, any kind of love or hatred can become obsession.

She is the 'self' she used to be but not all the 'self' she used to be.

She inherited the wish of the soul of the previous life, and stayed in this world to wait for the reunion of the person and thing she cared about.

The funny thing is, the place she transformed into happened to be the Wangchuan River.

No matter how strong her obsession reshaped her, she still forgot who and what she was looking for.

Naihe Bridge, the road is far away,
One step and three miles are free and easy.

Wangchuan River, Millennium House,
There is no way to recognize people's faces. (Note: 1)

She blends into all things invisible and qualityless, not even a puff of smoke.

At least someone can still see the existence of smoke, but she is only transparent, unable to keep up with a speck of dust.

The reason why he has to bear the punishment every year is precisely because of the remodeled flesh and blood on his body.

Hell No. 15, punishing those who dig graves.

After each punishment, her ghost friends will personally send her back to her mortal home in most cases.

It just so happens that the Jifu is short of manpower today, two friends Feng Pian Pian and Mu Qiao were dispatched to help.

She endured great pain and returned by herself. Because her body was too weak, her ability could not keep up, and she misjudged the location information, so she fell into the infinite dark blue.

At this moment, she was lying on the stranger's boat pretending to be dead.

She is like a fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

The clothes were soaked in seawater and stuck to the body, and the exposed snow-white skin had clearly visible scars.

There was a large pool of deep red water stains on the deck below him, and there was a strong fishy smell.

She heard many women screaming in terror.

She wanted to say: so noisy.

Can you keep your mouth shut?
My mother is not dead yet!
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"Lichu, is this the corpse you've been looking at?
Moreover, it was fished out?Tsk tsk tsk, you are perverted enough now. "

A man mocked jokingly, as if seeing such a scene, he was no stranger to it.

She subconsciously opened her eyes slowly, causing more screams of horror in an instant.

A lot of human heads appeared in the blurred vision, both men and women were looking down at her curiously.

Her gaze focused on a man's beautiful silhouette, gradually changing from blurred to clear.
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A Chuan was undoubtedly embarrassed and downcast at this time, but those pitch-black eyes were frighteningly bright.

Even though the pain in the wound was unbearable, and it was humiliating to be probed by so many people, and there was a language storm mixed with different languages, but there was still a hint of unruliness in her eyes, which no one could despise.

Tang Sinian's thin lips curled into a smile, as if the eyes of a wild animal were searching for the trace of a fawn, and he was not in a hurry to catch and eat it, but just wanted to hunt it for fun.

He saw the small cinnabar-colored tear mole in the corner of her eye, and the glaring wounds all over her body, as if everything was destined.

Ah.

Like, just too much alike.

He asked softly, "What's your name?"

"Achuan."

Her voice was blurred and ethereal.

"Where are you from?"

"forgotten."

After that, she closed her eyes tiredly, unable to support anymore.
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Lyra clung to his arm tightly in fright, shaking his arm, speaking broken Mandarin.

"Nian, throw it into the sea! I'm so scared..."

The man's bony hands caressed her face, leaning forward sideways, Lyra closed her eyes consciously, expecting his next comforting kiss.

Obviously, he has already felt the cold sniff, the smell of drunkenness, and the kiss imagined in his mind, but it has not come yet.

She heard a sentence clearly in her ear: "Get out if you are afraid."

The warm breath lingered in his ears, and his tone was gentle and light, as if he was speaking intoxicating love words.

Tang Sinian strode forward, taking off his well-tailored and expensive suit while walking, and knelt down to cover the woman's head.

How romantic is it to cover the dead with a white cloth?

　Note 1: From: Dante's "Divine Comedy"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)