troubled times reckless

"You..." I took his hand, which was calloused, rough and irritating, and stuffed it into my palm: "If... If there is a day when we meet again, would you love me again?"

He didn't speak, just turned his eyes away, staring blankly at the sea.

The sound of the ship's whistle sounded so loud that it seemed to cut through the sky in the dark night.

The ship is weighing anchor.

He broke free, and I looked at him and let go.

He pursed his lips, and finally turned and left.

My fingers were out of warmth and were blown cold by the night wind.

He got into the boat, and at last the long chains were drawn up, and the chimneys were smoking, and the boat started.

After a while, he walked all the way up the deck from the stairs, and slowly came to the side of the white guardrail with the small flag on the bow of the ship. I put my hands back into my trouser pockets and looked up at him.

In the dark of night, he was expressionless.

The boat drove away a little bit, with the sound of its siren.

Suddenly, he raised his neck, exposing his bruised collarbone, reached into his clothes, violently tore off the dark red pendant under the moonlight, pinched it in his palm, and threw it into the sea with all his strength.

The red glowing pendant crossed a long parabola, and disappeared without a trace without even hearing a splash, leaving only the ripples in the water of the steamer's tail as it drifted away, layer by layer. layer, slapping the shore.

Then he turned around and disappeared on the deck without looking back.Also disappeared into the night.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath.

"Mr. Liang, it's time to go." Jin Gui, who was standing not far behind me, reminded me.

I hooked the corner of my mouth lightly.

I know, the law of this troubled world.

I already knew.

The strong dominate the weak, and the strong win submission.

The me now, how can I possess him and dominate him?

In the car, I didn't say a word.

On the way home, the car was stopped by a few people oncoming.

"Mr. Liang!"

They wore the same uniforms as Chen Rang, dark green material, and tall leather boots.One of the leaders knocked on the window of my car.I rolled down the window: "What's wrong?"

He showed me a review warrant.

I asked calmly, "Why?"

"Shelter the Communist Party."

"I do not have."

"Someone reported that you sent food and equipment to the joint guerrillas when you were in the Northeast."

"It was for the country, for the resistance against Japan."

"We don't care about this. Take it away!"

Several agents swarmed up, I pushed them away and got out of the car, stretched out my hands for them to handcuff them: "Get out of the way, I'll go by myself."

The word "Fenglin Bridge" is still the same as it was a few months ago, lying quietly on the doorplates of the two connected buildings in the suburbs.

The last time I came here, I was controlled by others, but this time, I was controlled by others.

Going down to the ground, there are still water dungeons, interrogation halls, torture rooms... After a row, I was taken to a slightly brighter interrogation room.

The white walls are stained with blood, the ceiling is white with mildew spots, and the gray-black floor tiles are shiny.

From the nose, there was a faint smell of blood.

With my hands bound, I was pushed and shoved by two soldiers, and tied to a wooden cross in the far corner of the room.

When the two soldiers went out, a judge also came in.

The two soldiers saluted and left.

The first black fence was slammed shut and locked.

Soon, the sound of the second door being closed fell heavily on my ears.

Looking at the person in front of him, the military uniform is ironed, and the white gloves are not stained.The brim of the hat was pressed down extremely low, but it still couldn't hide his crazy eyes.

I was startled, but said calmly and calmly: "...how is it you?"

He took off his hat, revealing a pale and thin face, and played with the hat in his hands.

His hair is long, and his bangs almost cover his eyes: "The governments of our two countries have very close cooperation in preventing communism."

I looked at the pupils in front of me who were once obsessed with me, but now they were all gray and silent: "Haoyuan...do you hate me?"

He slowly pulled out the whip from his back waist, and with a sharp barb, he pressed it against my chest: "What do you think?"

I suppressed the surprise of seeing him in my heart, and my mind was spinning rapidly...

Suddenly, Chen Rang's words "Press the past..." A bad premonition spread in his chest, and the smell of conspiracy gradually became stronger...

I had a relaxed smile on my face: "You still can't forget me... I have been looking for you from thousands of mountains and rivers, what exactly do you want?"

Trying to sort out the clues and search for suspicious points...

no……

It's not Haoyuan, his appearance now...

I look at him.

Almost like the clown at the front desk...

A guy who doesn't make progress is always taken advantage of by others...

It's just... who the hell...

"Crack!", interrupted my thoughts.

I lowered my head, only to see that my coat was torn, and a long welt was printed on my chest.

After recovering, I felt a burning pain in my chest, as if soaked in blood.

Looking up, Haoyuan squinted his eyes and looked at me with resentment.

I spit on the ground and shouted: "You hit me, the little bitch is only fucking capable..."

When a person is used to being an uncle in front of another person, it is often not easy to change.

The whip whipped down like raindrops, I bit my lip, bleeding red blood, not letting myself scream... At first, the muscles were tense and stiff, but the nerves that mobilized the muscles seemed to be paralyzed later, I could only bite Tooth told himself over and over again... can't make a sound.

In the end, I was gasping for breath, my flesh was bloody, and I collapsed from the wooden cross with my hands bound. My knees were bent, and I hung in the air, half kneeling instead of kneeling.

"I said long ago that my marksmanship is better than yours, and my martial arts are also good. I used to be like this when I was in school. But you never knew..." He said softly: "My whipping technique is better than yours. Yes, how?"

I spat out the bruises in my mouth, and smiled flamboyantly, showing a mouthful of bloody teeth: "You... why are you reluctant to bear me? Scratch me!"

"Tough mouth!" He raised his hand and whipped again.

I accepted it abruptly, and continued to force my smile: "But your current appearance... is much prettier than before..."

He was stunned.

I looked at him: "...you missed me because you missed me, you didn't die from that shot!"

He suddenly leaned forward and grabbed my skirt: "I'm alive... because I don't want to die, I want you to have today!"

As he spoke, he coughed, his chest heaved, and he let go of my collar.

I took a deep breath, tried my best to stand upright on my knees, and leaned my back on the wooden pillar: "You...why...have you burned the root of the disease?"

He punched me hard in the stomach.

Bending down, I try to hold back the acid in my stomach that is rushing up my throat.

"Why...don't kill me?" I asked.

"Still... save my life, is there any other use? Who entrusted you..." Before he could finish speaking, he slapped her across the face.

I turned my face away and looked at him: "I really miss... I really miss the ecstasy of you screaming under me. It makes people want to fuck you!"