The miserable heroine of the sad novel of the period was penetrated

At this time, Ning Jingmo was walking with difficulty in a scorching desert.

The sun is blazing overhead and the sand is hot underfoot.

There was not a single healthy spot on his body; it was covered with wounds and wounds, and his tattered clothes could barely cover his body.

Long-term dehydration not only caused the skin on the face to peel, but also caused cracks on the lips.

My whole body felt weak and I couldn't even lift my legs. I could only drag myself forward.

But he still persisted, and he always had a belief in his heart that as long as he persisted, he could get out of the desert.

But there was always a voice in my ear, "Give up, give up, your story has already ended, don't insist on it anymore."

The sound was like a looping speaker, playing over and over again.

At first, Ning Jingmo still had the energy to ask what was going on.

But no one answered him at all.

Now he no longer had the energy to care about it and was only holding on thanks to a little faith in his heart.

But no matter how he ignored it, the voice was still in his ears.

Finally, after falling down countless times and getting up again, he climbed up a sand dune.

His body was hunched over, with his hands supporting his legs.

I raised my head with difficulty and looked around in confusion. Everywhere I looked was endless yellow sand.

Ning Jingmo tried to grin, but his cracked lips opened into several cracks and blood flowed out.

He stuck out his dry tongue and licked it.

Even just this little bit of flowing blood made him feel a little moist.

The voice was still playing in a loop, "Give up, give up, your story has come to an end, don't insist on it anymore."

again and again.

"Why has my life become such a damn plot? Why should it be manipulated by others?" Ning Jingmo was unwilling to accept it.

He didn't understand why he ended up marrying Xia Juanjuan. He clearly didn't know her, let alone love her, so why would he agree to marry her?

He didn't want to think about that woman, not even a little bit, just like he didn't want to be with her on his wedding night.

The feeling of powerlessness and restraint back then is exactly the same as it is now.

He became a coward like a deserter and tried hard to escape for three years, staying away from that woman as if she didn't exist.

But there was a shackle that kept restraining him, and it was useless no matter where he escaped.

It was like asking him to give up his life now, playing with him in the palm of their hands and humiliating him like a puppet.

But whenever I think about the fact that Xiao Banlangen, whom I had been thinking about for more than ten years, had married someone else, I felt heartbroken, sadder than death.

But he saw with his own eyes that Xiao Banlangen married that hypocritical man, and he was helpless.

Even if he threatened and intimidated the man, he knew that the man would never love Xiao Banlangen as much as he did.

I will take care of her and love her wholeheartedly.

"Yeah, what's the point of living? Just think of it as the end of the story."

At this time, Ning Jingmo no longer had the confidence to live.

My knees weakened and I fell to my knees on the sand.

His hands also pressed against the hot sand.

The hot sand burned his palms.

But he could not feel the heat of the sand at all, and slowly fell to the ground.

I thought silently, "Forget it, that's it."

He felt his body gradually relaxing...

I don’t know how long it took, but in addition to the constantly looping sound, a gentle woman’s voice was also mixed in.

"Jing Mo, wake up. It's time to get up, you lazy bum."

"Jing Mo, you said you would take me to travel around the country, you can't just go back on your word."

"Jing Mo, Dabao and Xiaobao miss their daddy so much."

"I'm still waiting for you to come home and dance with me."

There was a voice urging him to give up in his ears, but the woman's voice seeped in little by little.

From childhood to adulthood, he could hear clearly, but he did not understand.

He was clearly calling me, but what did he mean?

What child? He clearly remembered that he had never touched Xia Juanjuan, so how could there be a child?

Ning Jingmo, lying in the sand, struggled to raise his head.

But the annoying looping voice still urged him, "Give up, give up, your story has come to an end, don't insist on it anymore."

The sound of the woman crying also came in.

The sobbing was heartbreaking to listen to.

A gentle voice interspersed among them.

"Jing Mo, you don't keep your word. I don't want to pay attention to you anymore."

"If you don't wake up, I'm going to go to the weekend dance and dance with all the boys."

"Jing Mo, open your eyes quickly, Shen Junrui is bullying me again."

"But don't worry, I'm not afraid of him. I used the boxing skills you taught me and punched him hard three times."

"But I want you to beat him up, beat him up really hard... knock out his teeth, so that he won't dare to come to me and say that again..."

Ning Jingmo listened carefully, wanting to know what was said.

But the voice changed the subject again.

“I want to eat the braised carp you made.

This time I have to fry it more thoroughly and make more. Last time I made it all, my grandma ate it all.

I didn’t eat enough.”

Ning Jingmo listened to that voice, which was like a stream of spring water moistening his heart. He wanted to hear her talk about the interesting things in life.

I also envy Jing Mo as mentioned by that woman.

But he knew that it was not him, it was another man.

Just when he was pessimistic, the annoying looping sound became louder again.

"Give up, give up, your story has already ended, don't insist on it anymore."

His head, which had just been raised, fell back onto the hot sand.

He smiled bitterly, “Yeah…what’s the point of living?

It's impossible that someone is looking forward to my return, and it's impossible that someone loves me so much.

That's it, that's it!"

He slowly closed his eyes, not wanting to open them at all.

At this moment, the woman's voice came again, "Jing Mo, I went to see my parents.

They are doing well on the farm. I heard they will be rehabilitated soon. Are you willing to abandon them?"

Ning Jingmo was surprised, "What happened to my parents? What farm? Aren't they all working well?

Sure enough, the Jing Mo this woman was looking for was not me."

He sighed quietly, feeling inexplicably lost and envious.

The woman's voice continued, "Jing Mo, isn't it just a minor injury? You've been injured before, so why did you give up?"

"You have to be strong. I'll always be waiting for you."

"I'm right here with you, the kids and I."

"If you don't wake up, I won't live either. I will go to accompany you."

"Let this annoying plot swallow us all up. What's the point of me living if you're not in this world?"

Ning Jingmo panicked, "Why are you talking about the plot? This crappy plot is killing me.

Why take that optimistic woman away as well?

What if her Jing Mo comes back?

No, I have to remind her to live well and fight against this so-called crappy plot.

Our destiny is our own, why should we follow the wishes of others?

No matter what the plot is, just stick to it."

He suddenly became motivated again, "Yes, I must persist."

Slowly, he struggled to stand up from the ground.