rebirth of wrong love farewell

In the narrow corridor, carrying the thick and disgusting smell of corruption, the dim light is intertwined, and the shadows in the low floor are diffracted like a spider's silk web, covering and covering everything. of darkness.

The man quickly ran through the doors, the numbers on the doors were changing, and the most primitive voice came out clearly from those thin door panels, disturbing and igniting the most longed-for lust in the bottom of the heart.

"Where's Auntie? Is she working overtime tonight?" the boy asked suspiciously.

After a long silence, her voice came from the air, "She is here, Beauty Lane."

Liang Nuoyi's eyes were full of stings, hidden in pain, like the sharp chill reflected by shattered glass shards.

Looking at the dark alley in the rain curtain through the car window, a faint streamer floats faintly in the alley.

He knew it was a beacon, showing the way for first-time guests.

Beauty Lane is also called Dark Alley.

It is the most unpopular place in the city, even the red light district in the city is much more respectable than here.

There are only two kinds of people here: prostitutes and prostitutes.

And the prostitutes in the dark alleys are also called prostitutes by men, and the customers they pick up are also the most infamous bastards.

Clenching his hands tightly until his knuckles turned white, the boy suddenly punched the glass window, and the glass let out a heavy whine.

With a loud bang, the wooden door No. 16 was kicked open by a man and hit the concrete wall. The naked man holding a soft whip stood in front of the bed, and only had time to turn his head. The sudden fist knocked down at the foot of the bed and let out a painful wail.

The woman on the bed was already unconscious.

On her bewitching face, the slanted phoenix eyes were tightly closed, and the eyebrows frowned because of pain were like a crescent moon full of starry desolation, on the cheeks and lips. The swollen bruises are differently ravaged and weak.The whole body is tied with a red rope that cuts into the moist skin, forming a poignant and seductive work that arouses desire.

The white jade body exposed in the messy black dress that was half open under the rope was covered with dense red whip wounds and those faint scars that shone with restrained sadness.

The skirt that was lifted up to the waist roughly lost its proper function of covering up the shame, and the undisguised lower body, those bluish-red traces were full and continuous, forming a piece of bluish-like bluish marks His brand marks were bloody.It's like a heretic crucified and bullied by others, or like a poor man who has fallen into the abyss and is played by fate in confusion.

The man clenched his fists and angrily hit the instigator. The chubby middle-aged man begged for mercy under his fist, the corners of his mouth were filled with scarlet blood, and his carefully combed hairstyle was also messed up by the struggle, revealing the hidden Mediterranean sea above his head.

Before others noticed, the man finally gave him a few hard punches.

Then he took off the gray coat and covered her bruised body, picked up the unconscious woman and ran outside.

The boy looked at the people running from the rain, quickly opened the car door and jumped down, splashing a circle of water stains on the ground.

The man gently laid the person in his arms flat on the seat, looked at the boy standing outside the car door, and called out respectfully: "Master!"

Trembling and gently moving her head to his lap, she looked at that face that was six times like Lan Youruo's, a face that was more mature than her, full of elegance and vicissitudes.

His heart was in severe pain, and at that moment, desolate mourning slowly spread from the bottom of his heart to every cell.If he came to look for them in the year of his rebirth... If he asked someone to check their information at the moment of his decision, then... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!

The car was driving in the lingering autumn rain, and the headlights became more and more hazy and dazzling in the rain. Liang Nuo closed his eyes, not daring to look at the heartbreaking scars on her body.The hands were tightly clenched, and the nails made semicircular marks on the palms.

He finally understood the pain and uneasiness that Lan Youruo hid in his heart.

Zhang Zhirou, this poor woman who died young in her previous life.her biological mother.

Kicking on the wall of Beauty Lane, the fat man covered his wound and cursed at the closed gate: "You bitches, you deserve to be fucked." He walked towards the entrance of the alley unhappily, what a fucking day today bad luck.

But he didn't want to be knocked out from the side with a stick as soon as he reached the exit.

Three men in black tied him up, lifted him up and stuffed him quickly into the trunk of the car, and drove out in the heavy rain.

After stopping the car, the man quickly opened his umbrella to the rear door, looked at the boy, and said, "Master, let me hug her. After all, she..."

Liang Nuo hugged this extremely light woman bitterly, as lightly as if he was hugging a small puppet.

"Boss, who are you?" The woman in pajamas asked in surprise as she looked at the boy who walked in and the woman in his arms.

Looking down at her pale face, Liang Nuo said in a deep voice, "You ask Dr. Wang to come over." After speaking, he walked upstairs.

Not wanting to be stopped by her on the way, he raised his head and looked at her, his cold eyes filled with chill.

The woman forced a smile and explained: "Boss, I'll take care of her injury, don't forget what I did before."

After pondering for a while, she agreed to put the person in her arms into her arms, watched them go upstairs, and then sat on the sofa silently.

Rubbing between his brows, Liang Nuoyi said, "Uncle Wang, go back to your aunt and tell her that I'm sleeping at my classmate's house today. Also, don't tell her what happened tonight."

Uncle Wang hesitated and said, "This?"

Turning his head to look at him, the boy said, "Uncle Wang, I'm sensible. I just want to keep her from worrying. You should go back first."

"it is good!"

A person sat there quietly, his thoughts spread, as if traveling through time and space and returning to the dark years of the previous life, until the blue button on the collar shone red.

After recovering, he lightly squeezed the button, and 15's voice came from inside: "Boss, the basement."

"I see." Liang Nuo stood up and walked towards the basement here.

When the teacher handed over the data of the earth-melting experiment to her, he said that once the laboratory is established, it must be guarded by a strong armed force, otherwise the laboratory will only fall.Because profit is the most terrifying source of desire in the world.

In her previous life, she failed to fulfill her teacher's last wish until her death, but in this life...

Looking at the strong fat man lying on the ground and tied up, looking at the horror and pleading in his eyes.Liang Nuoyi took the ivory whip from 15's hand, smiled evilly at him, and smashed the handle of the whip hard at his eyes.

Seeing him rolling on the ground in pain, with a white cloth stuffed in his mouth, he whimpered.

Followed the whip body, smiled towards his body and pulled it down, wherever he rolled, he pulled it.

"Don't you want to play SM? How does it taste?" His voice was extremely loud in this empty basement, and blood flashed in his pupils.

He motioned his subordinates to hold him down, walked slowly to his side, and squatted down.

The handle of the ivory whip was pressed against his chin, and his voice was gloomy with a chilling death: "In my previous life, my hands were covered with blood. Those who wanted to kill me, and those who wanted to kill me."

Seeing his increasingly terrified expression, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, holding a harmless smile: "But in this life, I want to keep my hands clean..." He took the 15th hand. The dagger resolutely swung down at him.

Ignoring the shrill screams, Liang Nuoyi dropped the bloody dagger and walked out, his eyes were as dark as a deep pool: "Don't let me see him again."

The boy lies on the bed and looks at the blue coffered ceiling.He took his wallet out of his pants pocket and opened it.

Where the photo was placed, the photo of him and his aunt was taken away, and he smiled.Open the interlayer, and there is a boat-shaped stack of paper inside.

He looked at the white paper, with an unknown light in his pupils, pursed his lips, finally took it out, and slowly tore it apart, Lan Youruo's handwriting appeared on it: "Liang Nuoyi, do you dare? "

"You, why do you like to fold all the letters I write to you into paper boats?"

"Because only a boat can reach the other shore!"

"Then, what is your other side?"

"My other shore..."

Along its creases, bring it back into a boat shape a little at a time.

Lan Youruo, what am I afraid of!

☆, Fanwai: 25 years old

The world is long, Qiqi

drunken world

You are the only light in my eyes

hidden wounds in heart

Have you ever heard, have you ever remembered

monologue under the moon

dancing shadows

Messed up, whose heart...

Holding her toasting hand, with undisguised concern in his eyes, Liang Weiyi looked at the woman leaning on her shoulder and shook his head: "Don't drink any more."

The curly hair of the drunk fell on her shoulders, shining with incandescent fireflies, revealing the indescribable lingering in the dark night.

Her hazy and drunken eyes stared at the flowing beauty, and she was like a boatman girl waiting silently by the river bank, with a heart-wrenching dark sorrow in her fragmentary eyes.

The goblet overflowing with colorful light slipped from her palm, and the rose-colored wine spilled all over the floor, exuding a rich and intoxicating aroma.

Smiling lightly, Lan Youruo closed her blurred eyes, quietly and greedily sucking up the reassuring warmth from her body.

The room was quiet, only the vigorous dance music and the cheers from outside could be faintly heard.

A soft sigh poured out from her lips, with a wordless expression like raindrops falling into the shattered rocks.

"Hold me tight! It's so cold!" Her voice was full of pleading, and there was a little anxiety in her words.

Liang Weiyi moved his body, hugged her in his arms, wrapped his hands tightly around her waist and put her on her abdomen, her breath tickled her neck.

Lan Youruo seemed to be rubbing into her body, her forehead pressed against her side face, and the body temperature of each other warmed each other.

Her blurred eyes opened, and through the luxuriously decorated wall, it seemed like a memory, but also like a statement: "Today is her memorial day."

Her tone was full of nostalgia, and Liang Weiyi didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only hug the fragile person in his arms tightly, letting her know that she still had her, and that she would always be with her until Find her own happiness.

"She died, leaving me alone, and died like this." Lan Youruo's tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, soaking Liang Weiyi's shoulders, hot with the unique coolness of water.

She blinked her eyelids and closed them again unbearably, her words filled with choked sobs: "In order not to drag me down, and to let me be on the stage innocently, she committed suicide. She went there with a smile , still clutching the first championship cup I won...."

Her body was trembling, the strong panting from her chest, her suppressed emotions, she said with a sneer: "It's so stupid!"

Lan Youruo leaned her head on Liang Weiyi's shoulder weakly, and the red and swollen eyes were embedded with sparkling water lines, she said: "She is an illegitimate daughter, without a mother, she has been loved by her since she was a child." The biological father was kept in a suburban villa. Except for a maid, she was the only one there. The so-called father only came to visit when he remembered the pet. Most of the time, she was there alone."

"Because that man likes to dance, so she can spend more time with her and stay in that quiet and scary villa for him. She regards dancing as the greatest pursuit in life." The straightforward irony in her tone made Liang Wei only heartbeat.

Lan Youruo buried her head in her arms, listened to her pounding, pounding, pounding heartbeat, and continued: "That man still likes her, who doesn't like a beautiful, sensible and weak girl like a little white flower?" Girl. As long as it is her wish, he will fulfill it. He found her a dance teacher."

Her arm suddenly hurt from being grabbed by her. Liang Weiyi pursed his lips and looked at her head, and finally endured it silently.

"She was raped by that dance teacher in the summer when she was 17." Lan Youruo burst out these shocking words from her throat.

Liang Weiyi kissed her smooth forehead comfortingly, trying to help her relieve the suppressed sadness in her heart.When Lan Youruo lightly touched the softness of her chest, feeling her stiffness for a moment, but did not avoid it, the pair of eyes full of grief on her seductive face felt a little comforted.

She said: "That was the time, just like the plots in all the bloody TV series, she was pregnant."

"She was kicked out by that man, a 17-year-old black household without household registration. A girl with a 3-month-old embryo without any official education. A simple and weak little white flower raised by domestics, drifting in a complex society like this .”

Lan Youruo looked up, and the eyes of the two collided, sticking together.

The corners of her mouth were bent down, she was obviously smiling but she was sad like never before, Liang Weiyi had never seen her like this, in her memory, she was unreasonable, cunning and changeable in high school, three years After meeting again after the separation, the noble, elegant, charming and charming her, and now the drunk and mournful her.

Her voice still came clearly, with the same restrained voice: "Before I was eight years old, I was hungry every day, because every job of her was unstable. She is as beautiful as she should be. The woman the prince is obsessed with does not even have a primary school education and is doing the same jobs as ordinary people, a salesperson in a supermarket, a waiter in a coffee shop, a dishwasher in a small restaurant... She is always squeezed out by many colleagues , ridicule, those men's greedy eyes lingered on every part of her body, just because of her innate beauty. At that time, my biggest wish was to be able to have enough food every day."

She raised her eyebrows: "It's very naive. But, this was my greatest wish at that time. I really don't want to recall and experience the feeling of only water and gastric juice rolling in my stomach."

Lan Youruo's eyelids drooped, covering the light in her eyes: "After I turned eight years old, I really realized my wish. But, I would rather starve to death than let her do that kind of thing."

"She won't hug me, kiss me, or hold my hand anymore. She is outside every day... She changed my surname for me, saying that she will have the same surname as hers to avoid dirtying me. Lan, she wants me to be with you." The sky is as pure. But, is innocence really that clean?"

"All my tuition fees and everything was obtained at the expense of her. She died so stupidly in order not to implicate me and to make me innocent."

"Actually, I'm the one who deserves to be damned. I'm the one who caused her trouble, and I'm the one who made her change from a carefree princess to a vagabond in society. Sometimes I really hate myself, hate, hate Hate. I ruined everything about her, all because of me. Without me, none of this would have happened....... She left selfishly, but let me live well...... ....live well......" Lan Youruo was emotionally agitated, tears streaming down her cheeks, those eyes that were always lively were empty and flashed with despair.

Liang Weiyi held back the sourness in his heart, and hugged her tightly with pity, tightly...

She cried bitterly in her arms like that, her hoarse voice was full of helplessness, misery, confusion, injury, pain, and loathing for herself.

Two people who are also lonely and hug each other because of the wounds in their hearts, give each other that little tenderness, and are greedy for each other's little bit of light.