star shift

Adjacent to it, another room.

The windows are narrow, but people standing in front of the windows can see clearly as if watching a theater.Every word fell neatly in his ears.

It's not appropriate to say "Luo", because those words, to Tang Liyan's ears, are no different from knives.

No, it's not just a knife, it's a silver needle dipped in venom, it's hot iron sand, it's a sharpened iron awl.

Tang Liyan had no hope of surviving.He always thought that the husband would accept his love after all.

Yes, he got the chance to stay together because of his stalking, and dragged that cold person like a banished fairy out of the mortal world. He was the one who was shameless and deserved to suffer—but Mr. Mingming was the one who was with him Happy, at least, he thought so.

But he didn't expect that Pei Shan would not even admit that he had "seen".

Obviously as long as Pei Shan nods, all grievances, love, and innocence can all be settled.

Wasn't Pei Shan the one who painted the thatched roof with stars?Wasn't Pei Shan the one who had waited for a year and fell ill?Those sweetnesses and sacrifices made Tang Liyan think that at least this love is two-way, the husband is no longer afraid of rumors or etiquette, it just belongs to him completely!

But he was wrong, he was wrong!It is impossible for Pei Shan to be humiliated.

As Wang Linou said, their innocence and reputation are more important than anything else, otherwise, they would rather die.

Dare to let Mr. die?Are you willing?

Tang Liyan didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he was exhausted and lay down on the ground.One after another mourning is like a dead bird, like a weeping soul.This young leader who is brave and good at fighting, even the tears are covered with blood, and it is very scary to roll to the side of the cheek.

He felt that he might as well die like this.

Beside him is the teacher seat.It was he who ordered someone to untie Tang Liyan and take him to this room to heal his wounds first—no matter what the result is, at least make this young man look better.

"Do you have anything else to say?" the teacher asked.

"If it's really a foregone conclusion, please give me a quick death."

Tang Liyan's voice was hoarse, and he didn't want to argue with anything.He just wanted to rush into the room next door and ask Pei Shan why?

Why deny it?Is this relationship so unspeakable?

Mister's reputation, is it not worth six years of acquaintance, knowing each other and loving each other?

Tang Liyan, what kind of existence does he have in Mr.'s heart?Fool?madman?Or... both?

He couldn't ask.After all, it seems that it is the safest choice for Pei Shan to separate himself from him.

He was the one who disguised himself as a woman, he was the one who sent secret reports to Yuncheng, he was the one who passed on the insider information, he was the one who left the army to steal military rations, and he was the one who moved the guns.

Conquer the demon, it's him.

Tang Liyan was tired from crying.He couldn't shed a single tear anymore, he just stared blankly at the ceiling, the master called him, but he didn't answer, like a half-frozen beast, only breathing could prove that he was still alive.

But he still had fantasies.He had just heard Qiu Zheng say that there was one last problem, so he pricked up his ears and let his heart continue to rot, just waiting for Pei Shan to say something to tell the dying man to survive.

——"Since Huaizhang doesn't want to leave, let me ask you one last question."

In that room, Qiu Zheng asked: "Mr. Pei must have heard of some opera actors who disguise themselves as women and hang out with men on weekdays. You have read a lot of sage books, how do you usually treat such people?" ?”

There was silence for half a minute next door.

To be precise, it is 36 seconds.

Tang Liyan's stress response is to count down the seconds, as if a time bomb is about to be thrown next.In fact, the power of this word is no different from that of a cannonball.

Mr.'s voice is so beautiful, so exciting, but also so ruthless.

He heard Pei Shan say: "This kind of person? It's immoral, it's not worth mentioning!"

boom!

The division seat raised his gun resolutely, and pulled the trigger at the dying former subordinate.

boom!

The iron door next door was slammed shut, and the building was empty, only the blood-stained iron chain was still shaking.

boom!

The sound of executions sounded one after another in the police station, and countless prisoners fell down, including underage students, half-dead patriots, and fools and idiots!

bang-bang-bang-

In the chaotic and hot era, the hot soil is boiling, the sentiment is burning, the gunfire is a salute, and the heartbeat is a resonance.

Tang Liyan closed his eyes as he wished.

He saw a large snowfield.The white snow was dyed red, oozing blood in pieces.Jackdaws are everywhere, dead branches are strong.Tang Liyan walked raggedly, the world was vast, hopeless, and cold.

An old woman walked out of the wasteland, holding a bowl of soup in her hand, and after a few gurgles, the heat dissipated in the snow.

He immediately realized who this person was, but suddenly smiled.

You should forget it.

Those beautiful pasts like dreams, that battlefield of yellow sand and smoke of gunpowder, that Mr. who is so far away...all stay here.

How many times can a person experience despair?He thought, in fact, he shouldn't have appeared on Hong Street in the first place.If it wasn't for the snow, he wouldn't have plunged into the illusion of warmth; if it wasn't for the beautiful street scene in Yancheng, he wouldn't find the profile of his husband so touching.

He is so sorry.

Humans are such a fragile species.Regret it, it doesn't help.The fate of this life is that no matter how hard you work, you can't change it, so let's make your next life easier and more chic!

In just 23 years, just treat it as a game.

A bowl of soup was eaten in the blink of an eye.

Meng Po, who sells soup, asked: "I see that you are quite obedient, let me give you a choice. Where do you want to go in your next life?"

Where do you want to go?

Tang Liyan smiled wryly and looked up to the sky, feeling a few flakes of snow falling on his face.

"Go to the place farthest from Yancheng."

He smiled, knowing that his memory had left his body like this, and became a mess, but he still couldn't help but want to cry, "Don't stop, love someone..."