A Returning Journey

Which way do you want to choose? How many things in the world will leave you room for regret?

The drunk snake pulled Anjie and whispered in his ear: "I came back just because I suddenly thought of it. I didn't mean to drink fox..." he looked at he Jingming, who still only looked at Anjie and sighed. He didn't hide his embarrassment.

Song Chang'an clenched his teeth and glanced at three people with different looks: "you abnormal people, compare with abnormal people! Eat people's food, not personnel! " He pushed away Anjie, who was standing in front of him, and slapped the door hard.

"Eat people's food, do nothing about human affairs," Anjie chuckled. "It's brilliant." Turning to sit down on the sofa, he felt for a packet of cigarettes from under the coffee table, drew out one and lit it. The cocoon between his fingers was particularly noticeable under the smoke. Anjie breathes a cigarette silently, and then spits it out. The huge living room is surprisingly quiet. Although this unexpected meeting is timely, it is still unexpected.

"Sit down, call Zhai Haidong together, and we'll all be together." Anjie didn't look at anyone. His eyebrows drooped, showing a little ironic smile. It seems that the face that has never experienced the baptism of time and the world is very beautiful and unreal. He Jingming is almost crazy.

Think for half a lifetime, read for half a lifetime, think of life without love, read to the viscera. But a person's psychological activities can not be seen by others, those strong feelings are more and more difficult to suppress, and memory is a joke. He Jingming knows that he is mentally abnormal, but he can't control it, and he doesn't want to turn to doctors like song Chang'an.

Because in his world, except for himself, no one can believe, no one can be asked for help. That's the law.

"Drink fox..."

Anjie suddenly raises his head and stares at he Jingming. His eyes are so fierce that the drunk snake suddenly tenses his nerves, as if the two people in front of him are about to fight for life and death. At this time, Anjie did not tell him a story that day. He looked a little tired in peace. Drunk snake thought, even if the look in his eyes was a deep hatred, it seemed that it was not too much.

"I hope you talk about the matter, he Jingming," Anjie said gently, even gently, "since Li forced me out, it's not a man who always shrinks behind me, but you --" he lowered his head, flicked the ash, and laughed, "although I promised Mulian to let you live, don't challenge my integrity too much. That thing is not good."

He took the cigarette in his mouth and said to the three people who were still standing stupidly, "sit down, don't poke here, drunk snake. What did I say? Call Zhai Haidong together."

Mo Cong was the first one to react. When Anjie's voice declined, he sat firmly beside him. He Jingming's eyes suddenly glared at him, revealing the fierce light of bloodthirsty when the beast was provoked. Mo Cong breathed from his nose and ignored him. He held Anjie's hand to send the cigarette to his mouth, Light ground takes over: "quit to still smoke."

He Jingming's eyes are burning him through.

Anjie glanced at Mo Cong, but didn't say anything. He twisted the remaining half of the cigarette: "he Jingming, please remember that you are a person more or less on some occasions. Don't be like a dog who has been hungry for hundreds of years. Can you bite people when you open your mouth?"

He Jingming seemed to be at a loss for a moment. He sat carefully opposite Anjie. Mo Cong even noticed that he was just sitting on one edge of the sofa. His back was very straight and he leaned forward slightly. He seemed to be eager to say something, but he didn't dare to say anything. He was afraid that he would be wrong if he spoke.

Mo Cong suddenly felt that he Jingming was very pitiful. He seemed to be a big animal that accidentally made his master angry.

Drunk snake put down the phone, also sat down, look at this and look at that, how all feel uncomfortable. The wall clock in the hall passed by minute by minute. The sound was very disturbing. The drunk snake was suddenly submerged by a nameless fire. As soon as he patted the tea table, the ashtray bounced up, swayed several times in the same place and fell down again. The half glass of water that song Chang'an had just put down completely spilled out, ticking all over the floor.

Drunk snake said gruffly: "a group of big men, as for you? What can't be said clearly? Poisonous wolf, you are not a damn thing! Drink fox, exactly how, want to kill want to scrape, you draw a way! I used to think that you didn't look like a man, or you would recruit a group of people... "He glared at he Jingming, and then his eyes crossed Mo Cong's body again. He didn't say it and snorted heavily.

Anjie spread out his hand: "I didn't think about what to do. Now it's Li who wants to put an end to the past, not me. Otherwise, he Jingming, you can do whatever you love. As long as you don't let me see you blocking your heart, you can go to the spaceship to whore aliens. "

"An Yin Hu!" Drunk snake fire, "can you say a word?"

"Do you understand what people say in the name of animals?" Anjie's tone and expression are very normal, but his face is very white. Don't rush to grab his wrist. When Anjie subconsciously earns money, the other party doesn't loosen it as he thought, but clenches it more tightly. The temperature in the palm of his hand spread to his skin, very stable, a little hot.

Anjie's tight muscles suddenly relaxed. Don't stretch out your fingers and slowly spread them along his wrist. The palm of your hand is quietly attached to the back of his hand, just like a silent comfort. After a while, with a sigh, Anjie said in a low voice, "you've been torturing me for three years. I've killed your sister. It's even."

"Even?" He Jingming looked at Mo Cong's action of pacifying and calming in silence. He didn't know why. Instead, he had a kind of strange calm: "pull injustice, drink fox, my humble life is here. It's up to you to kill or fight, as long as..." he stopped for a moment, "it's nothing as long as."

"Isn't it convenient to kill you?" Anjie laughed, "you gave me a locator to go in, and I also put a micro bomb on you? As long as you can't come back from the dead, that thing will always follow you. " He ignored the drunk snake who was stunned by this sentence and waved his hand, "there's no need to be so chirpy. Don't bother me. I'll save your life. It's fair. For others, I don't like you. It's estimated that in 1000 years and 10000 years, I won't like you either... Don't hold on to the rotten corn of the past 800 years. Poisonous wolf, you don't have to take me as the victim. "

He Jingming looked at him. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he answered softly and lowered his eyes. His fingers crossed and twisted with each other, and the joints were bluish white.

Just at this moment, the gate was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Zhai Haidong came in with the help of Bai Zhihe. The old blind man was very breathless, as if he had just been chased eight blocks by a mad cow.

Drunk snake frowned. When he called, the old blind man's performance was even plain. He even doubted that Zhai Haidong had guessed a little about the relationship between Anjie and anyihu. He didn't know which one he was singing now.

Bai Zhihe's eyes fell on Anjie's face and whispered something in Zhai Haidong's ear. The old blind man nodded and cried in Anjie's direction with a smile: "drink fox, you're back."

Seeing this, Anjie's performance was much calmer. He just nodded lightly: "it's not voluntary."

"Just come back, just come back..." Zhai Haidong seemed to be relieved. He suddenly took two steps forward, "plop" knelt down, and Bai Zhihe stepped back.

Zhai Haidong bumped his head on the ground three times. There were big blue and blood stains on his skin like forehead. His hair, which was originally unshaped and combed backward, was hanging down from his forehead and temples in disorder. With his dull and turbid eyes, the man who was less than 50 years old seemed to be dying. He raised his head high, Dumb voice said: "I'm sorry for your place, these three natural not enough, the rest, later, when you have to kill or scrape, OK?"

Anjie is silent. The drunk snake suddenly turns his face, buries his head and sobs.

This man's sob is very sad, like this situation, let him sad to the extreme, so many years of repression in the heart of things suddenly opened the gate, rush out, like a wild horse out of the rein, no one can restrain.

Zhai Haidong was not moved. He stuck his neck and refused to get up. He asked again loudly and clearly, "OK?"

Anjie sighed, drew his hand back from Mo Cong, and wiped his face wearily: "OK, Lao Zhai, I don't want to fart. I've written off the past."

Zhai Haidong's lips trembled. He tried to get up with his hands and feet on the ground, but he didn't know what he tripped over, and then fell to the ground. This old gun, which claims to have trampled the whole capital under his feet, is just a poor man who is blind and can't move easily. Bai Zhihe quickly helped him up. Zhai Haidong, who was climbing on other people's arms, had a strong bow on his shoulder and back. His clothes could not cover up his bony body, and his every move was trembling.

Anjie lowered his head, did not want to see him again, and tried to ignore the sour feeling in his heart.

Zhai Haidong turned around and said, "bring them up, bring them up, let's have a look."

Several people immersed in their own emotions noticed that the faces of the people who followed Zhai Haidong were very ugly, as if they had been frightened by something. Someone came in from the door, seven of them, each with a tray, and Anjie stood up abruptly.

Seven people lined up in a row, all wearing gloves, but still could not hide the violent shaking of hands and feet. On the tray, there was a neat row of heads - those with iris thorn, those who had been sucked dry, and their mouths were wide open, as if they were shouting something. Finally, the person on the far left threw down his tray and rushed out of the door. There was a voice of vomiting outside. The head on the tray fell down, rolled several times on the ground, and stopped askew in a place, wrapped in a layer of skin on the skull, with protruding eyes staring at the opposite person, like a periscope from hell.

For a moment, everyone was shocked by the scene, until Zhai Haidong said in a low voice: "I answered the phone call of the drunk snake, and asked someone to send me over. Who knows, as soon as I went out, I saw these seven... Seven brothers, lined up at my door, and he started."

The slaughter began.

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I feel sleepy after taking cold medicine

This time, I have to go backstage or not. It's really the most creative pumping method in the history of Jinjiang