Shuangcheng

The best way for a hostage to avenge a hijacking is to kill himself.

But he didn't know how important he was. Other people who existed at different times from him had already seen his diary. They wanted to grasp this elusive, ray of connection, and they wanted to find out.

They're trying to make a connection.

Cheng Cheng was still watching, and Yi Lushen stared at him worriedly.It’s not that I didn’t realize that the clothes were dew deep, but I was powerless to change and had no intention of changing. Let them flow freely like the water of a big river, and they will eventually return to the sea.

They cut out the space, planned a surprise attack, a rescue, but the enemy never showed up, the long maddening wait, the unexpected uninvited guest, falling into the trapped space, they were always in love, all the trees Down, the desert grows.

People are accidentally divided into two parts, lost and separated, which is the beginning of all cracks and barriers, just like under the Tower of Babel back then.

Life can no longer beat the desert. ——Gide's "Desert"

They walked into the story while making up the story.

They often have to defend themselves with hate because they are far from being strong enough.

Chengcheng and Yilushen love and understand each other so much, their hearts are like the harmonious inspiration in the same sonata, echoing each other, and there has never been a trace of departure.

As for Joshua and Wei Qinzuo, they are always arguing, just like a protracted war. The soldiers have even forgotten the reason why they fought for it in the first place. Can't argue.

Wei Qinzuo said to Joshua, when one day we are destined to part ways, stick your fingers into my neck, feel the viscous gurgling of my blood, every beating of the blood is calling out hoarsely that I love you My love, I would like to let my blood be stained with your breath, my blood has already been cold, it is your touch that makes it hot again, I would like to offer you my only heat.Peel my skin all the way down my throat and dig out my stomach, my heart won't hurt long ago, the only thing that hurts is the stomach, be careful not to let the acid burn your fingers , because they are as hot as my love, almost burning through the stomach wall and corroding the internal organs.I hope my life ends in your hands, if one day I no longer love you, my life will no longer be meaningful.

During the long period of time, countless injuries, countless times of vowed softness, countless half-truths and half-false temptations, countless times of smashing Wei Qinzuo's beautiful illusions, and countless times of crushing the possibility of getting back together, finally Wei Qinzuo Cenzo finally gave up all hope.

They can only torture each other for endless years, and there is no good or bad ending.Chengcheng inexplicably felt a little satisfied and relieved because of this thought.Because they can't usher in the end at all.

How would he hurt the person in the dream, and he longed for the dream to continue, Cheng Cheng forgot that the person in the dream also had the right to break the dream that imprisoned them.

But he didn't expect that this person would be Wei Qinzuo who has always been weakly tolerant and forgiving.

They were finally about to flee, as if they had forgotten the purpose of their trip.

Lorraine's arrest, Lorraine's death, and Lorraine's diary seem to be a trap.

Only Joshua, with his beast-like keen nerves, sensed the hissing sound of the lead wire buried deep under the sand in the distance, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.Followed by An Bo's footsteps.That was not the voice that existed in Chengcheng's conception, no one would be more familiar with it than Joshua.

The voice was still far away from them, but they couldn't escape Anbo.

Joshua turned around and ran wildly, but was restrained by something.

Wei Qinzuo turned his head to one side almost innocently.Joshua, Anbo is well-trained, enough to escape unscathed, but I only have the weak and the wounded here, even so, you still have to choose Anbo's safety.

Wei Qinzuo was clearly asking questions, but his voice was so calm that it was almost weird.The weak agreed with Wei Qinzuo and accused Joshua of being ignorant, because he was the strongest among them.

Joshua was going crazy, and the time was about to run out. If he delayed for a second, he would be less sure of notifying An Bo and them to evacuate in time, but Wei Qinzuo was still entangled with him regardless of priorities.Joshua had lost his patience, he shook off Wei Qinzuo's hand forcefully, turned around and ran away without looking back.Wait for me to come back and explain to you.

Wei Qinzuo stared blankly at his empty hand.

Suddenly, Joshua's keen nerves trembled, and a strong sense of crisis spread throughout his limbs, and every hair stood on end at that moment.Immediately afterwards, Joshua heard the sound of the safety catch sliding, and then a gunshot without hesitation.

Joshua's knees softened and he knelt on the ground. Before the pain could reach his brain, there was another shot, another leg, without any pause.The two knees are cleanly pierced.

Please, put the gun down, please.Chengcheng shouted silently.

At the same time, Chengcheng felt a trace of unknown, secret, ulterior encouragement and eagerness, anticipation and longing in his heart.Every pore on his body was screaming and agitated.

The other people were frightened, and only then did they have time to pounce on Wei Qinzuo's gun, but Wei Qinzuo easily disassembled it, pushed it aside, and then raised the gun to signal them not to go forward, and walked slowly In front of Joshua.

You crazy.Joshua roared with red eyes.you know you...

I know.Joshua.Wei Qinzuo interrupted, ignoring Joshua's anger, and squatted down, without any waves in his voice.There are only three things, and you are too bullying.You want me to give you a chance, you want me to listen to your explanation, I gave it, I listened, but you slapped me in the face again and again.An Bo is proud, only I am a skin.No matter how cheap I am, that's the point.

Before he finished speaking, Wei Qinzuo was hit by the butt of a gun on his forehead, his head was heavily tilted to one side, and blood dripped down his cheeks until it reached his neckline.

shut up.Joshua held up the gun, pointing the muzzle straight at Wei Qinzuo, almost touching his face, angrily, the hand holding the gun trembled slightly.How many times have I told you I didn't!It seems that the crazy person is not you, but me. I am crazy... If something happens to An Bo, I will not let you go.

Hearing these words, Wei Qinzuo actually laughed, against a streak of blood on his cheek, it was dazzlingly bright.Joshua, you said you would never point a gun at me in your life.Nothing you said counted.

Wei Qinzuo paused and said lightly.You don't need to let me go.

With that said, Wei Qinzuo stood up and took half a step back.

In the next moment, no matter whether it was shouting to stop, or rushing to grab the gun, no one had time.Nothing is ever too late.

Wei Qinzuo raised his hand and inserted the muzzle of the gun into his mouth.

In the next moment, gunshots and distant explosions sounded at the same time, superimposed on each other, and echoed each other. The gunfire was fleeting, and the explosion continued continuously. Amidst the roar, Joshua watched helplessly. Wei Qinzuo fell down and fell in front of him, his eyes closed peacefully and contentedly, blood was hanging on his cheeks, and there was a specious smile on his mouth, secretive and treacherous, Chengcheng had seen the same mysterious smile on Li Si's lips. roses.

Wei Qinzuo no longer felt pain.

Pain is because of love.

A black hole opened at the back of the head, swallowing the light with flesh and blood, and slowly rotating quietly and serenely, as if sitting safely in a corner of the vast universe, seemingly harmless to people, and like a hunter entrenched in the corner of a spider's web, to investigate Terrible stillness waits for the prey to throw itself into the net.

Joshua was still staring at Wei Qinzuo in a daze, watching the black and red blood rushing out from the wound on the back of his head, quickly seeping into the sand, his eyes were tearing apart.

Joshua lost the two most important people in his life at the same moment on the same day.

In the boundless desert, the setting sun is like blood. The kings chose to place their tall and majestic tombs in this barren land instead of the field of blooming flowers. They will stand in solitude for eternity.

After a long time, the sound of the explosion gradually dissipated, and people heard Joshua's wailing that didn't seem like a human being.

They are in love, but exhausted. —Shelley, "Alethusia"

Man can never know what he wants because he only lives once, he can neither compare it with his previous life nor modify it in the next life, and there is no way to test which choice is good because there is no comparison. -Milan Kundera, "The Unbearable Lightness of Being"

People can never really know themselves, they can only tell about themselves. —— Beauvoir, "The Power of Time"

The ultimate secret of man is himself, and everything else is known. People can explore the end of the universe, grasp the trajectory of stars, and understand the laws of natural cycles, but even if people understand all the unknown things, they will never understand themselves.Every human being, even the most ordinary, is a never-ending puzzle to himself and to others.

No matter how close or distant people are, he is far away from home. — Gibran, "Hymn in Procession"

Joshua left and never came back.Chengcheng didn't know where he had gone, and he didn't know the territories that he hadn't set foot in but did exist. Obviously, as the second rebel after Li Si, Joshua was much stronger.Li Si can only walk into Chengcheng's wardrobe and hide in it for a short time, while Joshua has his own wardrobe and a place where he exiles himself, and even Chengcheng cannot step in.

The author has something to say:

This is the part that I am not very satisfied with. In fact, I have never been satisfied with the words I write, but here I feel that the words do not express the meaning seriously. It was like this back then, and I have not been able to sort them out even after several years have passed. Get organized.

In fact, this whole story is chaotic, just a record of random thoughts, and there is no order at all.

It is recommended to eat with Nitin Sawhney's Waiting. The lyrics of the song waiting are adapted from the poems in Shakespeare's "No. 12 Nights". On one night, listening to the beginning of the song is like a wartime report of an air raid on Iraq, with a radio-specific The cold magnetic sound, as if seeing the red dress of the little girl in the black and white picture of "Schindler's List", singing like a hoarse troubadour, after hearing the sentence "Journey sends in lovers' meeting" Time, burst into tears.

Journeysendinlovers'meeting, wandering ends at lovers'meeting.

Before high school, I have always had the habit of listening to music and meditating. In the music, I let my thoughts freely and sketched out all kinds of strange or peaceful pictures that I have never really been lucky enough to see, and then I was half-drowsy and half-awake. In a trance, write down a dozen or two of what you can imagine.

After high school, I seldom did meditation anymore, and the songs I listened to gradually became more gothic, industrial rock, and some noisy and depressing things. After the second year of high school, I almost stopped reading or writing.

My life is self-exploitation.