C1405 (2/2)

His red eyes, still bent.

It's just that smile, anyone who saw it, will only feel sad, heartache.

He reached out and closed the door gently.

The door is like a barrier, completely isolating the people inside from his world.

But it can't be isolated from his life.

He raised his eyes, in front of him is a long corridor, the wall lamp is emitting dim warm yellow light.

He felt that it was not a corridor, but a road of the dead. He was like a ghost.

He was in pain, and he wandered on the road of the netherworld.

He thought, if the end of the road is the Naihe bridge, as long as you walk through the bridge and drink Mengpo soup, you can forget the past life and this life, and forget all the pain. Will he drink it?

He walked step by step, as if walking is really huangquan Road, the front is really Naihe bridge.

He stopped and did not go on.

He was not willing to drink Mengpo soup, to forget all the past events, and to forget the woman named Liuliu. Even if the memory she left him was painful, he was willing to bear it.

He can't go forward. If he can't go back, he just jumps off the river. Even if he is bitten by evil spirits every day, he has no fear as long as he has his memory.

Back in the study, it was already dark.

He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and took the initiative to dial out a number he was not familiar with. A voice without temperature came from the receiver, ”doodle, doodle, doodle...”

It rang for a long time and was about to be hung up automatically. At last, the phone was connected. From the other end, it was a man's deep magnetic voice with high recognition. ”Oh, it's really rare. Shanda Shao even called me personally.”