Indulgent Husband and Sweet Wife

The process of waiting for results is more horrible than the results themselves.

Ai Changhuan thought about passing by forbearance. She had made psychological preparations, but she did not expect to be defeated. Looking at Ai Changhuan's tears, the boss sneered and said, "Although courage is commendable, you are still too tender. However, to show my appreciation for your courage, I can leave your finger until tomorrow. You Write a letter to Lu Zhanke and ask him to pick you up. "

Ai Changhuan sobbed more and more, but still gritted her teeth and insisted: "I won't write, you will die."

"It's okay, you have time to think about it. I don't know if you've heard of the top ten tortures in the Manchu dynasty. One of them is called Jinyu Mantang. The hot mercury, the internal organs are burning, and you can almost hear your screams and snoring at the same time, and you can even smell the smell of your internal organs being cooked. "

"Nausea!" He described it as disgusting. Ai Changhuan couldn't help vomiting, but he couldn't vomit anything, he could only vomit.

It is too changeable.

The boss saw Ai Chang vomit, but he laughed very joyously.

"If you think about it, if you die, but Lu Zhanke is still alive and well, he will forget you, fall in love with other women, and lead her to a happy life that you have not had time to enjoy. Are you willing?"

Ai Chang sang his fingers: "As long as he's okay, I don't care."

Lu Zhanke has sacrificed enough for her, and enjoying happiness is taken for granted. She doesn't need to feel unhappy, and she doesn't need to feel wronged. If she does die here, she also hopes that Lu Zhanke will forget her sooner. Although she would feel very sad, but this is her truth.

Love, not bondage, is letting go.

"Well, don't you say you have no feelings for him? Why should you sacrifice yourself like this now?" The boss was very disdainful of her senseless sacrifice.

"You won't understand. Love is not love, neither love nor love." Ai Changhuan was tired and closed his eyes slowly.

And the boss also put the final saucer. He will send someone to cut her meat at noon tomorrow, one piece on the first day, two pieces on the second day, four pieces on the third day, and so on, until she is willing to write a letter, or She turned into a pile of bones.

He said that he would ask the best executioner to ensure that she would not die if the meat was not cut.

Dongge has been here once before, saying that it is for breakfast, then next time, the executioner will appear.

There was no day in the back room. Ai Changhuan could not determine the time. The only thing she could count was her own heartbeat.

I do n’t know how long, the door creaked open, and all the sunlight came in all of a sudden. Ai Changhuan, who was staring at the door on the slate bed, closed her eyes, and the sudden sunlight was stinging Her eyes.

She wanted to open her eyes and saw only a tall figure in white light. She could not see his face, but could clearly feel the cold murderousness from him.

He should be the executioner.

Ai Changhuan closed her eyes and heard the sound of his footsteps getting closer and heavier. Every time he took a step, Ai Changhuan's heart couldn't help shaking, she knew that she was getting closer and closer to death.

Tears came unexpectedly, not because of fear of death, but because of fear that they would never see the person they wanted to see again.

The man stood in front of her bed. Ai Changhuan opened her eyes and saw the man's legs first. Then she froze for a long time. Everyone she saw was wearing camouflage or black tights. They are all clothing that is convenient for combat and easy to hide and move freely, but this person is wearing a black Tai Chi suit, yes, that is the kind of clothing often worn by martial arts masters in TV series.

She buzzed her head, thinking to herself that the executioner was different from ordinary murderers.

She looked up hard and wanted to see what this person looked like, after all, he might be the last person he saw before he died.

Yesterday, the boss took away her knife, saying she was afraid she would commit suicide, and she had no chips in her hand.

She was struggling, looking up, but looking at a mask with blue-faced fangs, only exposed a pair of clear and bright eyes without temperature, it turned out that he had also disguised himself.

Ai Changhuan looked into his eyes, coughed, and asked extremely weakly, "You are the executioner? Then can I ask you something ..."

"..."

"Can you please kill me, don't torture me ..."

"..."

"Forget it, you know you won't agree." Ai Changhuan lay down, "then you do it."

It turned out that even death has become a luxury.

"I won't let you die." The man opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and harsh.

Ai Changhuan raised his eyes and smiled suddenly: "I know, I will not die if the meat is not cut."

She couldn't imagine seeing the muscles on her body disappearing little by little, then waking up one day and seeing all the blood-stained bones.

That's terrible, terrible.

The man didn't talk anymore, but pulled out a syringe filled with unknown liquid.

Ai Changhuan stared at the syringe, and for a moment hesitated, licking her dry lips, she asked, "What's that?"

"Things that can release you." The man approached and grabbed Ai Changhuan's arm.

Ai Changhuan had doubts in her heart, she wanted to struggle, she wanted to resist, but she was so weak that she didn't move anymore, thinking fortunately, maybe this needle went on, maybe she died like this?

The needle point was getting closer and dangling under the eyelids. Ai Changhuan bit her lip. She was mostly afraid of the pain because she was afraid of an injection. When she was a child, she was not very well. It ’s a routine thing to go to the hospital for injections. So even if it is so big, you will still be afraid to see the needle.

The man paused, and seemed to be aware of her fear. Instead of stabbing the needle into her skin violently, he sat behind her and helped her to rest her half in his arms.

He whispered, "If you're scared, lie on my shoulder."

Ai Changhuan turned her head, closed her eyes, and pressed her forehead against his shoulders. If this person is a hangman, but also a gentle hangman, then she should not be too painful to die.

Ai Changhuan thought this way, and then she felt the needle puncture the skin and pierced her blood vessel. She was stiff and couldn't help shrinking her shoulders.

The person did not pause, the cold liquid pushed into her blood in a blast, a little sour and a little swollen, and Ai Changhuan's unclear will gradually blurred.

She remembered a lot of things, all from a young age. Grandpa held her like this when she was injected at the hospital. Grandpa would buy her the best marshmallow. She had a big lollipop. Lollipop almost covered her cheek. She smiled happily when she was holding the lollipop. She was still scared when she got the injection, but she didn't cry with her teeth.

This time, Ai Changhuan couldn't help crying, because she already felt that Grandpa was getting farther and farther away from her. She thought about the past, she felt very regretful and sorrowful, and shouted vaguely: "Grandpa, I miss you I miss you so much ... "

If she can, she must stay with Grandpa and accompany him more. She must do everything he can to fulfill her wishes. If he wants her to marry, she will marry. If he wants to hold a grandson, she will have a child and play with him. Don't disobey him, never make him angry again.

She thought of Ji Xingfan again, and the business that she could ignore was gradually remembered. She remembered that she knew that Ji Xingfan had a boyfriend. At that time, she always had a phone conversation with someone in the middle of the night and received the person. I was pretending to be angry when I was on the phone, but I was very sweet.

She would fall in love at that time, but her thick lines didn't even respond.

It turned out that she was not a good girlfriend, and she didn't care enough about her friends, but always went to trouble her. She also said sorry to Ji Xingfan, and then sent her blessings, no matter who the person you love is, as long as You like it, and I hope you are happy.

"Qin Zhan ..." She cried and shouted Qin Zhan's name. No matter what, she was disappointed and desperate. This man was the first man she loved, and gave it wholeheartedly, even if disappointed, Do not want to hate.

She remembered the scene when he first met him, the way he lied to her, and the way he kissed him on the top of the school building that day.

"You lied to me ..." He said that he would come, but she hadn't come so many times after he sought him.

She waited for him for so long, but he missed the appointment again and again.

"Qin Zhan ..." She cried and called his name again.

Maybe it was her illusion. She even felt that the person holding her squeezed her shoulders tightly, as if suppressing some emotions, and her confused thoughts were a little clearer.

Looking at the sunlight refracted in the doorway, she seemed to see that Lu Zhanke was moving towards herself, her expression still silent and overbearing.

She remembered that when she met for the first time, although Lu Zhanke looked at her very coldly, the corner of her mouth was clearly smiling. She remembered that the first day she came here, Lu Zhanke kissed her and took her in her kiss. Precipitation for a long time.

It turned out that the buds of love had been quietly blooming long ago, but unfortunately, she was slow for so many years.

She remembered that by the river, Marine Zhan Ke leaned on her note and wrote: Ai Changhuan, don't leave.

She remembered that Lu Zhanke ran eight kilometers behind her. She thought of Lu Zhanke's helpless and spoiled smile again and again. The dumbest person had always been her.

When I heard that someone was going to die, she thought of the happiest moment before, but she remembered all endless regrets and apologies.

It's really a shame that we haven't taken the hand of Landing Warrior to meet the rising sun, enjoy the sunset starry sky together, and there are many, many things we haven't done yet.

Ai Changhuan leaned on the shoulder of this strange man, his eyes closed slowly, tears slipped along the corner of his eyes, and dripped on the palm ...

It's too late, but I don't know if there is an afterlife.

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