Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

"Doctor, please, help my mother. She's not dead. She's still alive. She won't die. Really, she won't. Please help her, I beg you

In such an instant, song Zhiran suddenly fell on his knees in front of the doctor, but the man in the white robe was indifferent and indifferent. He just told song Zhiran that such a patient had no way to save him. It was like declaring his death. There was no room for him to turn around.

At that moment, in Song Zhiran's heart, death was not the man in black robe. It was true that the man in white robe was just a cold heart, which made people feel that there was no colder one.

The nurses left one by one, leaving only their mother and themselves in the room. Her mother was covered with white sheets and her whole face was covered. After so much time, she did not keep her mother's life. However, in her final process, she added a lot of pain, which is totally unnecessary today, It doesn't make any sense at all.

He didn't keep his life, but he suffered so much. Although the transparent tubes and colorful liquid were on his mother's body, it really made song Zhiran feel so painful, as if he were on his own body. It was full of empathy. At this time, the sky outside was about to light up, and the sun appeared, but his mother's life disappeared, In this white light, all these are so sad, a kind of sadness without sound, mother's face is so peaceful, it seems to be a sense of relief, maybe death for people is just a long sleep, nothing, but for those around them, it is always a farewell, a farewell, loss, For people, it is so painful, so unbearable.

Song Zhiran ran out of his mind, as if he was going to do something. He didn't care that his mother was still lying here and needed to be dealt with. At this moment, song Zhiran just wanted to find such a person, a heartless bastard. In Song Zhiran's heart, she was a peerless outsider, who subverted his image and was so evil, Song Zhiran must find him, find him out and ask him clearly. Maybe he doesn't want to ask clearly. Song Zhiran just wants to get rid of his hatred. Maybe these two slaps are OK.

At this moment, song Zhiran has lost his mind. His eyes seem to be full of red flames. He can't suppress his anger, as if there is a kind of burning sound in his heart. In Song Zhiran's chest, there seems to be a kind of gas, rushing out bit by bit, and finally it seems that it is going to split people into pieces.

In the corridor of the hospital, song Zhiran's rampant appearance made the pedestrians cast the same eyes. This young and reckless girl seems to have become a unique landscape here, which makes people feel confused and really don't know what happened. But what else can it be in the hospital? This is nothing more than a tragedy than a comedy. No one will think that this is a happy event. After all, it's not obstetrics and Gynecology here, and girls are not old enough to have children. Naturally, many people can understand that song Zhiran must have lost his family. This kind of pain seems to have a normal rhythm in the hospital, so no one says anything, Even if he was accidentally bumped by song Zhiran, who had been running, or touched him, he was holding an attitude of understanding and had no mind to care.

The wind passes through song Zhiran's ears, as if he is telling something. But song Zhiran has no time to care about it. He has only one belief, that is, to find the loser, the man without conscience, seems to know his happiness, but he completely ignores the existence of his relatives.

Song Zhiran's heart is so dark. It seems that he has been completely defeated by the world. Nothing is important. There is only one belief, one belief that can't be defeated.

Back to the reality, song Zhiran seems to come back from the years all of a sudden. It's like wandering in memory. The whole person is still shaking, as if that moment only happened yesterday. She will never forget that it was such a man who hurt her mother and her rebellious heart, Song Zhiran must pay a heavy price for him.

Thinking of that man, song Zhiran has a gnashing hatred, which can't be eliminated. It's like a deep-rooted existence, just like a tree demon that has been growing for thousands of years. The tangled branches and leaves have become one with the roots, and can't be separated or cut off. The source is the rhythm of evil, song Zhiran thinks, I've been ruined by this man all my life. Although I have money, what else can I have besides money? Maybe sometimes, with money, they are just the poorest people. They all feel the same rhythm.

The glass in his hand was broken all at once because of too much strength. Song Zhiran didn't know he could have such power. Maybe once this person is angry, even if he is usually weak, he will still have his own huge power here.

Because of that call, song Zhiran didn't have the heart to think about Lin Minjia. Last night, when he called Lin Minjia, no one answered. He really didn't know what the situation was, but he had no time to care about it. He just wanted to think about his father. This old man really didn't know what the situation was.

Wu Qingluo is busy packing things. After all, she has to move. Many things have to be moved. She is packing these things one by one. It seems that she has deep feelings. It seems that she has a serious fetishism. There are always some warm things in her life, which can make people feel that she has the courage to continue. In life, there are countless moments and transients, which make up the long river of time.

This is a letter written many years ago. It seems that it is covered with dust, but it can't stop Wu Qingluo's thoughts. At that time, I was just in primary school, learning to read with adults. It seems that I just started to write down my love for my mother in my tender handwriting. This is a letter to my mother, but I found that over the years, I have never had the courage to send it. Now, the address has changed, the price of stamps has changed, all of which have changed, but my love for my mother has not changed.

Looking at the letter, Wu Qingluo seems to have tears in her eyes all of a sudden. After so many years of following Lin Minjia, she seems to have forgotten to go home to see her parents. It seems that she really has the water poured by her married daughter, but she hasn't married yet?

"What's the matter? "Fall."

It seems that Wu Qingluo's mood is not very stable today. Lin Minjia seems to be very nervous and pushes away all his meetings and company affairs, just to be able to be with Wu Qingluo one day. He knows that he may not be able to be with Wu Qingluo for a long time. Does he have a destiny to go to the end with her, All this has become unknown, as if no one can guess, there is no way to predict.

"It's OK. I'll pack up my things. You see, I'm so nostalgic. I've packed up all these things. This bracelet was sent to me by a pen pal before me. She likes a boy named Xiaobai. Think about it, the feelings at that time were really simple."

Wu Qingluo knows that he has worried Lin Minjia, but he doesn't know why. It seems that today, his emotions are so difficult to control. He doesn't know what's going on. He can't help letting his feelings show. It seems that it shouldn't be something. It's obviously a manifestation of rich feelings. Wu Qingluo knows that it's not good, But it's really hard to control. People always lose control of their emotions. She understands that Lin Minjia cares about herself, otherwise she won't tell Miss Ge that she won't go back to the company. He was able to put down his company, for his own emotional uneasiness, Wu Qing fell at this moment, began to be moved.

A bracelet, and let Wu Qing fall back to that time, Jingjing campus, the students are simple, as if there are not so many conflicts of interest, at that time, do anything, as if it is so simple, sometimes, do not want to face the reality of friends, a pen, a piece of paper, may be able to resolve, at that time, it is very popular to make pen friends, It seems that there is a letter from afar. It's so warm. Wu Qingluo is no exception. She gave herself a sad pseudonym. It seems that it was a common fault of little girls at that time. She was always sentimental, like a girl walking out of the alley, stepping on the blue stone road, holding an umbrella made of oil paper in her hand, like a lilac girl, so elegant and quiet, It seems that all the girls want to be that kind of woman, walking in the front of this time bit by bit, becoming the girl who seems to come out of the youth poetry collection.

At that time, gender and age seemed to be very distinct, as if boys and girls were so incompatible, and more admiration was just a sign of precocity. Wu Qingluo longed to be such a girl, but not to gain a so-called love. At that time, Wu Qingluo could not understand what love was, and she wanted to be such a girl, Just to be such a girl, I always feel that there is a kind of irresistible temperament in such a girl. Maybe this kind of temperament makes girls fall in love easily.

Wu Qingluo also found a few pen pals who share the same ideals. During his hard study career, he also found his own freedom. On the long road to study, he also had friends who can pour out his thoughts. Although no one would meet, he was so enthusiastic when talking about his thoughts. He seemed to understand that there might be different resonance in his life, Everything needs to be found an outlet, in this way, life can be more enjoyable. Some words can't be spoken to a close person, but can be spoken freely to a stranger. This may be people. Nowadays, many people lie in reality and tell the truth on the Internet. In many cases, the media is not necessarily false, but it is caused by human nature.

It's also a kind of fate to meet a pen pal. Wu Qingluo was very crazy for a while. He once published an activity of friendship record. After several special issues, letters like snowflakes came from all over the country. The stories and handwriting passed by are also changeable. Maybe many people need to talk about them, but they just can't find an outlet. So, Wu Qingluo's pen pal is a kind of fate, Such a way is the best way. No one will spy on it or expose it. Just as Wu Qingluo once thought that some people would never meet but pen pals. Perhaps fate let two people meet, all of these, are the most strange circle, why I know you, but can't meet her, this is fate, but also the arrangement.

The pen pal who likes Xiaobai is called twittering. She said that twittering is a kind of language, a kind of talk. It is a very romantic thing to use paper and pen to twitch. Wu Qingluo likes to ask her to murmur. It's like this. The soft voice makes Wu Qingluo feel that the girl opposite is a pretty girl. She must be gentle and considerate, just like Wu Qingluo once wanted to be.

Murmur secretly in love with a boy, called Xiaobai, but murmur don't know how to tell Xiaobai, this may be all the confusion of first love, all people think, too good feelings, maybe always can't say, always feel, language will dirty everything.

Think of murmuring and Xiaobai. Wu Qingluo thought of himself and Lin Minjia, as if his love for Lin Minjia had been as good as murmuring. Murmur likes to stay by Xiaobai's side, like to stay with him, but the relationship has never been said, all this is separated by what, murmur is like Xiaobai's guardian angel, silently, just looking at Xiaobai.

Wu Qingluo suddenly realized that there is a kind of love, not possession, which is called protection. Maybe watching him happy is the greatest happiness. This is what murmuring taught Wu Qingluo. At that time, Wu Qingluo didn't know what love was. He just felt that murmuring wanted to protect himself like his best friend. He wanted the guarantee period of this friendship to last forever. Maybe, at that time, there was no concept of a generation, no concept of marriage and love, but just thought, like, together, If you don't like it, you can separate. There are not so many worries. Everything is free.