C1405

I am full of rage and willing to be punished.

For the rest of my life, I'm doomed.

He had been looking at Liu Liu until the sky outside the window turned white, his legs had been stiff to no sense, then he put his hands on the floor, struggling to get up from the floor.

With numb legs, he reached out and tightly grasped a scarf on the bedside table and walked out of the room step by step.

It took him less than a minute to walk from the bedside to the bedroom door, but now he has walked for nearly five minutes.

He finally stopped at the moment when he opened the door. After a few seconds, he looked back at the woman on the bed. She was still sleeping soundly, without any consciousness.

Most of all, he was really old. He had not shaved for only one day, and a circle of shallow stubble appeared under his chin. After a few days' rest, he also took a circle of dark green under his eyes.

Eyes of red blood, dense.

His red eyes suddenly bent, his throat bone issued a hoarse broken words, "goodbye, willow..."

Goodbye, my baby

Don't blame dad, don't blame mom

We all love you very much, just can't be together again.

When you are born, dad will come to see you secretly, OK?

Dad did something wrong, mom will never forgive dad, but baby, don't be angry with Dad, dad didn't mean to leave you

If there is a next life, you still do my child, OK?

At that time, I will not leave you again, I will use all my strength, to accompany you, with life, to guard you, to guard your centenary worry free.

His red eyes, still bent.

It's just that smile, anyone who saw it, will only feel sad, heartache.

He reached out and closed the door gently.

The door is like a barrier, completely isolating the people inside from his world.

But it can't be isolated from his life.

He raised his eyes, in front of him is a long corridor, the wall lamp is emitting dim warm yellow light.

He felt that it was not a corridor, but a road of the dead. He was like a ghost.

He was in pain, and he wandered on the road of the netherworld.

He thought, if the end of the road is the Naihe bridge, as long as you walk through the bridge and drink Mengpo soup, you can forget the past life and this life, and forget all the pain. Will he drink it?

He walked step by step, as if walking is really huangquan Road, the front is really Naihe bridge.

He stopped and did not go on.

He was not willing to drink Mengpo soup, to forget all the past events, and to forget the woman named Liuliu. Even if the memory she left him was painful, he was willing to bear it.

He can't go forward. If he can't go back, he just jumps off the river. Even if he is bitten by evil spirits every day, he has no fear as long as he has his memory.

Back in the study, it was already dark.

He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and took the initiative to dial out a number he was not familiar with. A voice without temperature came from the receiver, "doodle, doodle, doodle..."

It rang for a long time and was about to be hung up automatically. At last, the phone was connected. From the other end, it was a man's deep magnetic voice with high recognition. "Oh, it's really rare. Shanda Shao even called me personally."