Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

In the end, Lu Ziming didn't even know whether those people were dead or not.

He even felt that several holes in his body were bleeding, and the sticky blood followed his stumbling steps, leaving two bloodstains on the muddy road.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood off his eyelids, barely making out a path, and walked along the sound of water.

The gunshots here attracted the attention of the searchers, and soon someone came over and found two bodies and two seriously injured and dying people, and then followed the bloodstains on the ground.

After a while, they saw a person who could barely be called a "human" walking in front of them. He was limping and dragging his injured foot forward. His clothes had long been stained red, and his hair was dirty and sticky and stuck to his face.

Lu Ziming walked very slowly. He heard footsteps and gunshots behind him, and even a girl calling him Ayun, but he acted as if he didn't hear them and never turned around to look.

It was so dark behind him that he didn't want to look back.

He will keep walking towards the light, and never look back.

Lu Ziming exhaled slowly, and many details of the past flashed through his mind, every detail clear.

The surging summer sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating the entire classroom. The yellow poplar tree outside the window was in full bloom, its lush green branches and leaves swaying gently in the wind, and a few rays of sunlight struggled to filter through the lush branches.

The cicadas' chirping has not yet subsided, but it has already resounded throughout the youth.

The boy in a short-sleeved T-shirt leaned against the snow-white wall, drinking orange-flavored soda nonchalantly.

Spread out on the table was a snow-white test paper. The boy casually covered the soda, picked up the pen and slowly filled out the test paper.

The young man said in a cold voice: "Lu Ziming, if you make any more noise back there, I guarantee you will regret it."

Sitting behind the boy was a rebellious and unruly teenager, who looked like he had just woken up, with messy hair and a few tiny wounds on his face, covered with the kind of Band-Aids that little girls like.

Oh, I remember now. The Band-Aid belonged to Su He's deskmate Tao Xingqing. Su He took it out of her bag and forced himself to put it on.

"Lu Ziming, hurry up and copy it. Su He will be back soon." The girl opened her almond-shaped eyes, stuffed her English homework into his hands, and whispered, "Don't tell him that I gave it to you to copy. Otherwise, Su He will be angry."

"Hey, Brother Lu, if I follow you, everyone should call me brother, right?" A fat face with a mean look appeared, winked at him and said, "How about we play games all night? I can introduce you to my new CP."

"Lu Ziming, thank you."

“What does it feel like to smoke?”

Qi Yao is a very beautiful girl, but also a very fragile girl. Her strong appearance is more like a shell she uses to protect herself, but her heart is very soft and she is easily moved.

Lu Ziming felt that he might really die and he couldn't remember many things.

Eh? What's the fat guy's real name?

He felt that he couldn't let Fatty know that he had forgotten his real name, otherwise, with Fatty's mean personality, he would definitely cause some trouble.

There were a lot of noisy noises behind him, as if there were those of the eldest lady and his younger brothers.

They seemed to be telling him to give up, as if they were saying he couldn't win.

"I've never lost a fight."

Lu Ziming laughed grimly, and suddenly thought of the day when he got the car and raced on the road recklessly. Just when he was feeling proud and proud, he was knocked heavily to the ground by the cold-faced boy.

The man rarely got angry, but at that time he sternly warned him to be responsible for his own life.

Being young and frivolous, he couldn't stand the anger and turned over to fight with the boy.

Unfortunately, he didn't win.

Lu Ziming thought about it and muttered, "I have never lost a fight, but that guy doesn't count. I let him win."

Lu Ziming knew very well how miserable it would be if he was caught, so he jumped into the river without a second thought.

Although he was often injured since he was a child, he did not have a masochistic taste.

Feeling the water hitting his body, Lu Ziming thought silently, it was good, he completed the task assigned by his superiors, and it could be said that he died a worthy death.

It’s a pity that it took me so long to gain the trust of the drug lord, but before I could play a greater role, I was killed here.

He also wanted to capture all of the drug lord's other good brothers in one fell swoop, and then go meet his friends with his achievements.

Lu Ziming thought about the agreement to go to Tibet and meet at the summit, and suddenly he felt very sad.

He obviously still has so much to do.

He was obviously the one who kept his promises the most, but in the end he broke his word.

He regretted making that last phone call. If that person knew it was his last call before he died, he would feel so guilty and regretful.

"Su He, I'm sorry."

At that time, I just wanted to hear your voice again and then say congratulations to you on reaching the top.

But now, I regret it.

I remember the last time we met, when he talked about himself, that person looked at me with light in his eyes.

Question: “Are you not afraid of death?”

"I wasn't afraid before, but I am now. As long as I live well, there will be one less person like me in the world who ventures into dangerous places to keep the world peaceful."

"Then you have to live well."

"Well, I will live well."

It seems that I have broken my promise again!

Yes, I'm sorry...

Chang Qing on the stage looked silently at the audience below, her thick eyelashes drooped slightly, leaving a dark blue shadow. The light above her head was still dimly lit, making her skin, which was already whiter than ordinary people, even whiter. Only her extremely beautiful lips added a bit of charm, like fine snow pressing down on wintersweet.

I could still hear that sentence: "Su He, your data is not rigorous enough, and..."

Chang Qing didn't hear anything that was said afterwards.

She just stood there quietly, looking at Xu Zhou at the back with a silent gaze. There was not much expression on her face, only a dark and dead silence beneath the calmness.

Xuzhou, you betrayed me.

Xu Zhou sat stiffly in his seat, slowly raised his eyes to look at Chang Qing, his eyes hurt so much that he couldn't help but blink. His dark pupils, which illuminated the entire hall brightly, were empty, filled with pain, apology and shame for betraying his brother.

His lips trembled slightly, and if you looked closely you could tell that they were the three words "I'm sorry".

Chang Qing was silent. It was obvious that the people who had contributed the most to this project were her and Xu Zhou. They had endured countless days and nights. What she said, "At 4:30 in the morning, I was still awake watching the crabapple blossoms," was definitely not an exaggeration.

It was clear that they were standing in the laboratory not long ago, happy about their success. They looked up and smiled at each other, and then continued to work tacitly.

Xu Zhou's face turned pale under Chang Qing's gaze, as if he had a claustrophobia attack.

But he was clearly in a spacious and bright lobby with hundreds of people. Why did the illness that he had long since overcome flare up again, causing dense beads of sweat to appear on his forehead?

His heart was filled with all kinds of emotions, as if it was about to explode in the next second, and he would be shattered into pieces, but it did not happen as Xu Zhou had thought.

However, his heart did not explode and he was alive and well.

He just quietly looked at the man in a suit on the stage, chuckled in a trance, said something to the bigwigs in the industry below, and walked off the stage and returned to his seat.