Chapter 394

He didn't hear it, but his eyelashes moved slightly. He just sat there with a body. He looked like a dead man.

The sound of the rain did not stop, and the air seemed to be so glued.

At the moment when she thought he would not make a sound, he suddenly opened his mouth. The voice was very light, very light.

It seems to be the endless moon in the horizon, like the endless wind. Dust Road, under the thick solitude, comes with a resolution, just like words and sentences.

"I will pay you for this life, Fu Jingzhi. Is that enough?"

Yes, at this moment, he really found that there was no interest in living. Mengshi became a crumbling empty shelf. Why Jie and Xiaoshu had no place for him to stand? Those people he fell in love with when he was in trouble had already disappeared. The women he admired wanted to kill him. And finally, this is not a secret.

He once doubted this, but he was convinced by himself. If he was not his father's child, why should his father tolerate him to stay in the Meng family for so many years, except that he would not be allowed to hold the power, and the business of the Meng family would also be affected by him. Therefore, he put this idea aside completely. In sum, although his father was not as good as Shao ting to him, he never wanted him to inherit the family business , but always return to say, also calculate the feeling to justice.

He didn't want to know anything. He didn't want to know what he was born from. He didn't want to know any humiliation. In his life, is not humiliation summed up?

"You are a rotten life, trying to offset so many sins?" Static know smile, smile of disdain and Sen cold: "Meng Shao graben, however, I want to complete you very much today."

In her hand, I don't know when there is an extra small golden pistol. She lowers her head and gently touches it like holding a rare treasure. The light is still shaking. Her long eyelashes cast a thick shadow on her white porcelain face. He sits on the ground, covered with dirt and filth. In the wind and rain that never stops, he is thin Listen to her voice carefully.

"Mengshao moat......" The cold muzzle of the gun was on his forehead, and her voice was approaching gradually. He suffered from abdominal pain and almost lost consciousness. However, he forced himself to keep the last point of calm and soberness by biting his teeth tightly.

He would like to know what she, who is always soft and kind, can do for Shao ting. She dare not to dye her blood for that man.

"How good would it have been if Meng Tai had not left you after the violence?"

She suddenly turned the topic, but asked Meng Shaoqian to be slightly stiff. She was still wondering how deep she should hate, which made her have such a cruel and cruel day. But at this moment, looking at the expression on his face, she should have had fun, and finally But it's just numbness and indifference.

So it is. His life experience is so terrible, so dirty, so dirty, so filthy. He is not even a happy product of a couple's love. He is even a burden not to be blessed! Meng Shao Chien began to laugh. He covered his eyes with one hand, so that she could not see his tears

So it is. It turns out that he is so unrivalled. What is the end of his life?

He had already despaired, but it was her who pricked his heart even more.

She is so cruel, he likes her and admires her, but she says the secret and humiliation that he can't see light. If the secret he doesn't know is the cut in his heart, then she says it now and humiliates him, which is the salt sprinkled on the cut.

"You are cruel." He opened his mouth gently, raised a pair of unfocused eyes and looked at her: "you all know it very early, right? As all of you know, I'm the only one to be kept in the dark. "

"This is the difference between us and you. Mengshao moat, life is alive, but for decades, there are many precious things, but you choose the wrong way, no one can do anything for you! You had a way out, you would not have come to this step, but you must not turn back on this road, blame who? Now that you have fallen into such a situation, who says that this is not a punishment from heaven? "

The muzzle of her gun gradually pressed against his forehead, which seemed to force her into his flesh and blood, but he suddenly gave a low laugh. The laughter was abnormally short, abnormally strange, and the hair of the important people could not be said immediately was creepy.

Meng Shao's moat has calmed down. He raises his hand, his eyes are clear, and there is no tears. He pushes the gun against his forehead gently. He follows the voice to look at her, and then he says, "don't use this."

"Are you afraid?"

"It's too loud. It'll bring in the police." He smiled and his fingers moved slowly on the gun. He hesitated for a long time and finally fell on her hand. His hand was cold, like a piece of ice that would not melt. He shivered for a moment and pulled it away immediately. He felt that his skin was unbearable.

He smiled indifferently, and lowered his eyelids: "Jingzhi..."

He called her name with a voice of different gentleness. He was unwilling, but still unwilling.

"If Shaoxuan really died, what would you do?"

She stood with her back straight, her long hair flying in the wind, like black satin spreading out. In the wind and rain, her voice was quiet and indifferent: "whoever killed him, I will surely pay for his life."

"What about shaoting? Shaoting is dead. What will happen to you? "

She suddenly smiled, like a rose blooming in the night sky, which was so beautiful that people were frightened.

"I will go with him, whether heaven or earth, whether heaven or earth, I will always be with him, always together."

He is silent. He doesn't know if there is a person in his life, just like she did to Shao ting. No matter whether he is alive or dead, he will never leave.

"Do it. I have no regrets if you can die." He didn't raise his eyebrows and eyes, but looked at the ground safely: "shaoting is dead. The moment when the car hit the bridge rail, he was dead. Do you remember what happened to the salvaged car? Even the immortals can't live, let alone stay in the river for such a long time, the living are dead. "

She felt that she was suddenly stabbed in her heart. She went into a knife and stirred her internal organs. The tears were forced out. She raised her hand and pulled the trigger with a bang. The blood was splashed all over her body and face.

But the shooting sound suddenly sounded, like the thunder of a clear day. Suddenly, through the dark night, the earring earring eardrum was hurting. She could hardly stand under the impulse of pulling the trigger, and her face was white as paper.

"This shot is for Shaoxuan!" Her tears burst down, and the hand holding the gun trembled almost unable to hold itself.

He covered his chest, his face was as white as a ghost, but he raised his head sharply to look at her. Suddenly, his eyes were bright. He was dumb, but he said three unexpected words: "you go..."

Jing Zhi pressed his lips tightly, took a step forward and raised his gun to him: "how? Don't want to die? "

But he suddenly smiled, smiling back and forth, smiling gradually shed tears: "Fu Jingzhi You really don't understand the wind. Feeling... "

Before he had finished speaking, she had pulled the trigger again. The gun was hitting his left chest, and his face changed. His laughter stopped suddenly, as if someone had pulled the trigger.

He can't speak. When he opens his mouth, warm blood foam comes out of his mouth. It seems that he is really going to die

He could not lift his hand, but he struggled, struggling to hold the bottom of her windbreaker. She took a step back, but did not retreat. He did not know where he came from with such great strength, and grasped her forcefully, so that she could not move.

"You Go... Hurry up... Leave! " He said difficultly, the blood of the lip corner flowed into the line, slipped through his jaw, into his collar

Her white windbreaker was covered with a large amount of blood. In the open window, there was a strong wind. She was asked to dance with black hair like a banshee in the dark night. The gun in her hand slipped down gently, and the palm was filled with blood. Fishy, she suddenly laughed. She couldn't get up straight. The tears of laughter seemed to open the gate

He lies on the ground and looks at her. He can't speak, but his lips are wriggling. If you listen carefully, you may hear a small voice: "go Get out of here... "

He wants her to live, wants her to live well, he doesn't want to go underground, and then looks at her and other people's kindness and love. It's his private heart, but who knows, how sincere is it under the private heart?

The severe pain in her abdomen hit her. Her body was already wet. She moved to the sofa. She untied her clothes. When she opened her hand and touched it, it was already warm blood. She was not afraid. She put all her strength into it. The little child, who belongs to them, was about to come to the world.

Contractions for a while, she remembered who said that if the pain is divided into ten levels, then women's childbirth is the tenth level of pain!

She felt like she was going to die. There was a towel between her teeth. She even felt that she was about to break her lips!

There is no one in the garden. No, it should be said that there is only one dead person besides her. She has to rely on herself, and she can only rely on herself.

It's too quiet and noisy. The rain outside the window is incessant, but it seems that there is a trend of more and more rain. She knows that the gunshot will surely spread out. She also knows that even though it's raining heavily, the police will not delay for a long time. She doesn't have more time

Baby, come on Come out quickly

She almost lost consciousness in pain, so she had to recite his name desperately and repeat it again and again, as if he was still with her.

She once longed for and longed for the birth of this child, accompanied by him, holding her hand by the bed, and cutting the umbilical cord for their children, but even in a dream, I'm afraid it won't come true

The windows of the wind are thumping, and the eyes of Jingzhi are not focused. They are swirling with the wind. The curtains that are wrapped together move, and the rain is bigger. They are blown into the house and flying around. They fall on her face, on her naked body. She can't tell whether it's sweat or rain. She can't tell the rolling. It's blood or tears or pain It seems that the soul has been stripped away, and the pain seems to cut off the flesh and blood. She can't help crying out, calling his name at the most difficult moment, as if the blood in the body is drained. That little life, struggling, loud crying