Rebirth:The President's exclusive beloved

Flower language is not a bit surprised.

She saw it.

Ann Buyan gave up everything as if he didn't care about anything. Even the resistance was negative. Otherwise, he could not know that she was not ice and let her go up the mountain.

"You Was it intentional? " Flower language asked.

Did you mean to let them destroy this place? Did you mean to take them to the lab? You mean Want to die?

Ann said with a low smile, "I didn't want to live for a long time. I let ice wake up, just want her to accompany me again."

"I've lived for decades, and there's nothing in the world."

He loosened the flower language a little bit, "whether you really stay with me or not, I am very happy."

Flower language closed her eyes and whispered, "words, I will accompany you."

I will accompany you, accompany you to hell.

This man is obviously scheming and scheming. He is always at a loss. People can't see through a little bit. But sometimes, he can be seen clearly at a glance.

An Bu Yan kisses Hua Yu's forehead, "I love you."

Flower language did not speak, quietly closed his eyes.

She was waiting for Ann Buyan to detonate the bomb. She knew that the difference she couldn't make was just how many people died.

After all, she cheated Yu Jinhuai.

He will never wait for her.

……

When Xu Shu and Xu Mu had just arrived at the foot of the mountain, they suddenly heard a roar from the mountainside, and the fire flashed into the sky.

Xu Shu looked back at it, and immediately understood what, "sister!"

Xu Mu grabbed him: "what are you doing?"

Xu Shu tried his best to run up the mountain: "sister! My sister is still on the mountain

Xu Mu sipped his lips It's no use going up now. She knows it. Leave it alone. "

Maybe I understand.

After seeing the roaring explosion on the mountainside, he understood what the flower language meant before.

It is clear that It's a farewell.

But quickly, he still stubbornly wanted to go up the mountain. The young man's eyes were red and he was holding back his tears: "impossible Impossible

Xu Mu sneered: "don't you see it? From the beginning of the study of SER, my uncle has seen the dream of eternal life. He didn't want to live for a long time, but his life was full of vigor and vitality. Even if he died, he would be in full swing. "

"Ice looked at him when he was just born. He wanted ice to be in his eyes before he died."

His voice was cold, but a tear fell from his red and red eyes, and his voice was a little lower: "you see, he left nothing, everything is over, whether it was his bad deeds or his pain and sorrow, there is no more."

Xu Shu didn't move.

He crouched down and cried like a child with his head in his arms.

Xu Mu sighed for the first time in his life to coax his younger brother, "ah Shu, everything is over."

It's all over.

The world is finally clean.

……

"You let go of me Yu Jinhuai twisted Shen's arm and his eyes were bloodshot! Let me go! Don't make me hate you

Shen listened to the wound on his shoulder split again, and the bleeding was terrible. He sighed and said, "what's the use of going now? It's all like that in the mountains. It's useless. If you can't get in or they can't get out... "

"Shut up Yu Jinhuai said angrily, "she said she would come to me! She said it

Shen tin had never experienced such a situation in his life. He was born with five senses and six weak feelings. He couldn't understand Yu Jinhui's turbulent emotions. Although it's really sad to have died, it's just sad. He really has no patience, "Yu Jinhui! She tried her best to get you back, that's what made you so bad?! What delusion do you still have in mind when the bomb blew up half a mountain? "

Yu Jin Huai breathed heavily, and his forehead was blue and blue. He was close to the edge of losing control. He obstinately looked at the burning light and tried his best to find someone.

Shen tin bit his teeth and went down with a cruel hand. Yu Jinhuai didn't feel dizzy at once. Instead, he quickly turned back to fight back. Shen tin had a few moves against him. He was really not an opponent. He gave a Tut and didn't intend to control him.

Yu Jinhuai ran forward a few steps, and before 100 meters, he was lying on the ground. After all, Shen Ting's hand knife worked.

Shen heard a sigh and asked two men to lift Yu Jinhui up. He looked back at the eastral mountain, which was gradually collapsing. He said, "flower language, you can close your eyes."

He will live for you.

The moment he turned around, the white castle on the top of the mountain and the Jacaranda on the middle of the mountain collapsed. In the cold moonlight, the fire became more and more serious, licking all the blue and purple petals and turning them into fly ash.Along with all the gratitude and resentment, love and hate, love and hatred, were buried together.

The Jacaranda is Ann Buyan's favorite flower, so he planted this kind of flower tree in half of the istral mountain. When the flowers bloom, it looks like a fairyland.

At that time, an Bu Yu said: "there is no good omen for the Jacaranda. Do you plant peach blossom? I like peach blossom best

At that time, an Buyan, who was still a teenager, looked at the blue and purple petals on his hand, blinked his slender eyelashes, and looked up at the blue sky without any thin clouds. For the first time, he refused anbuyu: "the color of peach blossom is too busy."

He once took ice's small hand and slowly walked up the marble steps. Looking at the Jacaranda on both sides of the steps, it was like looking at one leisurely dream after another. It was the beauty that he had yearned for when he was young, but he was strangled in the cradle. He gave all this to ice, but he hoped that she would be as clear and cold as ice, not let anyone approach, only separated from the world Leave, will have the true childlike heart.

So he watched and watched, watching the little girl grow up, left, never come back.

He stood on the steps countless times, looking at those Jacaranda, and felt that he seemed to be out of touch with the world. He could not feel the breath of his own being alive. He was always cold and lonely.

It's like a butterfly in a glass bottle, who finally gave up the struggle and rotted completely in the glass bottle, becoming a look that no one can recognize.

Only when you dream back in the middle of the night can you see the one who has a trace of goodness.

Ann Buyu is right. The Jacaranda is not a flower of good omen.

Its flower language is waiting for love in despair.

An Buyan waited for a long time in despair, and finally chose to end his decadent life in the most tragic way.

This world, after all, is not worth it.