Chapter 578 (1/2)

What's more, you?

The first time I met, I had a feeling of ignorance. My future wife should be so beautiful and lovely. We play together, play together, steal wine and drink together. We go up the mountain to hunt rabbits and go down the river to catch fish. We hunt sparrows in the bamboo forest. I'll make garlands for you. I'll teach you how to roll iron rings. I'll make chain guns for you. I'll make whip and grind top for you.

I write love letters to you in vernacular and classical Chinese. I deliberately lose the fight for you and ye gentleness. I stand in front of you with my head broken and blood broken again and again. I just want to hear your rebuke and comfort. I just want to see you hurry and quickly bandage my wound with your hands and feet. I'll take you to the top of the mountain to see the rising of the red sun and the awakening of all things. I'll take you to sit beside Shihezi to see the sunset and the sky. I'll take you to see the spring breeze and the spring rain. I'll take you to see the snow and the cold Winter stretches for thousands of miles -

I invite you to take a walk by the river. I hide in the windowsill of your room to tell you jokes, sing and dance. I'll tell you about my great and childish ideal. I'll tell you all my thoughts. I say that I don't like kung fu. I prefer to write and read like my father -

everyone can only be young once, and they can only have their first love when they are young.

I am willing to give you the best things I think, because you are the person I like!

Because you are the first person I like!

You are the one I like when I know it!

If you fall in love with someone, how can you keep anything in front of her?

You are willing to accompany her forever, you are willing to die for her!

Why are you?

You refused my heart, refused to be with me!

I don't blame you. I just blame myself for not being handsome, not being smart, not working hard, not being shameless, not being shameless, not being able to approach your heart --

but why you?

You stabbed me when you refused, and now you want to stab me again?

For what? Why?

Is it just because -

I love the wrong person? I liked you?

”I don't agree.” Fang Yan's heart was roaring.

Why? Why should I be treated like this? Why does she want to kill me?

”An you, tell me, why are you?” Fang Yan suddenly turned around and stared at the beautiful face filled with tears. ”Why you? Why are you? ”

The blood color in Fang Yan's eyes is more and more heavy, and his face turns purple red because he is too excited.

Not long hair root up, like a hedgehog was angry.

The heart of Taiji naturally revolves, trying to exhaust and decompress the violent Qi that boils to the top again and again in his body. However, the violent Qi not only has no sign of disappearing, but also accumulates more and more quickly.

Soon, the cyclone in the heart of Taiji was shrouded in black.

The heart of Taiji is covered with dust, and the state of Taiji naturally loses its efficacy.

”I'm sorry.” The tears in the corner of the girl's eyes were more and more urgent, and her voice choked. She kept saying, ”I'm sorry, I'm sorry --”

”why must it be you?” Fang Yan looked at her with tears streaming down her face and said in a sad voice. His fists were clenched tightly, and his bones were banging. ”They have come so many people. Are you afraid they won't kill me? Even if you stand with them, even if you are a planner - you hide in Yanjing, don't come here, don't appear behind the stone, even if that's OK. Why do you have to jump out on your own? Why must I see your face? I saw you standing with those executioners -- ”

” Fang Yan, I'm sorry -- ”the Phoenix sobbed.

She doesn't know what to say. She has come to this step. What else can she say?

She didn't know what to explain. She had stabbed that sword. What else could she explain?

Some things are done, some things are done.

She made a choice, so she and Fang Yan - it's over.

She had hesitated, too, and knew what the consequences were.

She thought too long, she calculated too much.

However, why in the face of him, his heart will be so uncomfortable?

It's like cutting the heart into pieces with a knife, then pouring it into a measuring device, adding water and ice to stir it into juice -

pain!

Bitter!