The gun was overwhelmed

"Ayu, it's been almost a year since you left, I'm sorry to see you now." Yu Wen put the flowers beside the stone tablet.

"Okay, let's go, A Yu should meet Fu Shaoxue again, don't be sad." Nan Cheng hugged Yu Wen, as if to comfort him.

"Cheng... You said they will be together... I don't know if Ayu, that miserable person, has anyone to accompany him on Huangquan Road." Yu Wen turned around and hugged Nan Cheng.

Nan Cheng put his chin against his face, "Don't worry, they will be together, don't cry, life and death are orderly, it's irreversible for you and me." Nan Cheng rubbed Yu Wen's hair.

It was late, and the hazy fog enveloped the entire Nancheng. Nan Cheng and Yu Wen left the cemetery. At some point, the weather became sultry and the rain was rustling.

"Cheng, it's raining." Yu Wenrou's voice sounded.

"Well, let's go home."

These two teenagers seem to have added their figures at some point, and their words are very similar. Perhaps there seems to be a person behind him who is looking down on everything, and he knows everything.

"My dear boy, what do you want to know? I know everything." Meng Zhenlin smiled slightly.

"Let me ask you, how did Fu Shaoxue die?" Yu Wen sat on the chair in front of Meng Zhenlin.

"That's really a long story, and I don't want to make a long story short, so listen slowly." Meng Zhenlin's eccentric words were very permeating, "Listening to the story will cost you, have you thought about it?"

"That's natural." Yu Wen sighed softly.

"How he died actually doesn't have much to do with me, but it seems to involve me. The whole story is intricate and complicated. Even if you listen to it, you may not be able to understand it." Meng Zhenlin opened his lips and teeth slightly.

"Listen to the story? How can it be possible to understand everything and tell it all." Yu Wen was obviously impatient.

"Okay." Meng Zhenlin saw that he was impatient and didn't have the heart to tease him. "I witnessed his death with my own eyes. That day in midsummer, the weather was very stuffy. Fu Shaoxue dragged her seriously injured body and walked on the streets of Nancheng. , met an old friend. His old friend is not a cheap lamp, he waited there for a long time just to take Fu Shaoxue's life. That old friend is Nan Cheng."

"? Why did you say that?" Yu Wen's heart trembled when he heard Nan Cheng's name.

"Listen to me carefully." Meng Zhenlin couldn't help laughing when she saw his flustered look.

"? Nan Cheng? What are you doing here?" Fu Shaoxue's face was pale and lifeless.

"Heh, you, you, should I say that you are really stupid or fake?" Nan Cheng pointed his gun at Fu Shaoxue's head.

"Heh, Nanxuan, after so many years, you still haven't changed at all, it makes me very anxious, when will you grow up?" Fu Shaoxue looked at Nan Cheng coldly, and chuckled lightly.

"Don't talk so much, I'm here to take your life today." Nan Cheng said.

"Okay, I'll just stand here and shoot."

Maybe he, Fu Shaoxue, wanted to die, or maybe he really didn't want to live.Either way, it's dead.

"Heh... Do you really think I'm still that Nan Xuan?" Nan Cheng smiled slightly.

"Bump—" the bullet passed through the pistil of the rose flower and hit him in the chest.

"Yu Wen, let me tell you again quietly, Shen Xiaoyu witnessed all of this, and he didn't say anything. All of this was planned by him, and the Ayu you mentioned is long gone."

The story is over, and the rest is just chatting, the little white rabbit is really easy to deceive.

"? How?" Yu Wen frowned.

Meng Zhenlin handed the note to Yu Wen.

"After all, guns are just scaring flowers, and I only love you who are alive. If you are alive, I will always love you, but if you are dead, I will forget you, because I can't love a dead person. , My Ah Shao, you are really so cruel." Yu Wen read the note in his hand, unable to express what it felt like.

"...Thank you sir, I'll leave first if it's okay." Yu Wen wanted to get up to leave, but was stopped by Meng Zhenlin.

"I've said it all, there is a price to be paid for listening to stories. Why don't you leave your life here." Meng Zhenlin pulled down her hat, revealing a very disgusting face.

Looking at this extremely disgusting face, Yu Wen couldn't tell what it was like. "You are... Nanxuan?"

"No, I'm Nan Cheng, hahaha—the one you love is called Nanxuan." Meng Zhenlin's perverted smile, coupled with his face, is really disgusting.

"Sir, let's say goodbye here. We will meet indefinitely. If you want to take my life, I will give it to you." Yu Wen said coldly.

"Okay." Meng Zhenlin smiled, this time the smile was gentle.

Gunshots resounded through Nancheng once again, as if the figure of the young man hiding under the flowers had reappeared, even if Nan Cheng hadn't appeared at that time, the hope of the young man's survival was slim.

Blood splattered all over the ground, and his disgusted face was already full of tears.Nan Cheng actually dug out his heart with his bare hands.

"I want to bury you under the flowers, with that man, don't blame me, I have to do this, if you want to blame me, I can't help it." Meng Zhenlin sealed his heart.

The rose flower field was dripping with blood, and the blood was stained red.Meng Zhenlin sat aside and watched.It's his masterpiece and he's done it.

"Look, how beautiful it is. Today is the fifteenth day. It seems to be your birthday. After that, it will also be your death day. My dear Yu Wen, just lie down."

After Meng Zhenlin finished speaking, she turned around and walked away.Today is a full moon, and the streets of Nancheng are terribly dark.There is a human-like, ghost-like thing, walking on the street with a jug of spirits in its arms.There was something murmuring in his mouth, no one knew.

Afterwards, the disturbance became known to all, and everyone said that Nancheng was not clean.Attracting evil things, the people in Nancheng were almost empty in half a year.

That middle-aged man, guarding the empty city alone, seemed to be waiting for someone, but no one knew.

Maybe it's a redemption. I've done a lot of evil, so I don't know what kind of person I am.

He has heard too many stories, and he has told too many stories.All of this is his atonement, and after the final story is over, he should go to sleep.

The story is short and tells too much for no one to understand.Perhaps only he himself knows that it is not a story, but a personal experience of his own.

Such a weirdo is really annoying.He's not likable anyway, so he'd rather be the weirdo.

Probably, this story is really too short.Some people haven't figured it out yet, and some people don't want to listen anymore.

The end of the story is a tragedy, the gun scares the flower, and the city is guarded alone.Maybe everything is his own fault, he can't live a peaceful day, and he is atoning for his sins every day.

(Finish)