Amorous Short Stories

Yan Wu knelt on the ground, thinking that he might not be able to escape this time.

The injury on my left hand was very painful, like a heart attack.

Remembering that Ding Qing once blocked a cigarette butt for her, she felt even more uncomfortable.

Yan Wu took a deep breath, his body trembled involuntarily, his head was full of Ding Qing, the more he thought about it, the more flustered he became, and his heart was full of activities, reaching the peak of his life: the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the wilderness is open, I want to die here In the soil of a foreign land, the bones cannot be scattered in the native land, and the soul cannot return to the hometown. The only person who can mourn me, if I think of it in a certain Qingming Festival, I don’t even know which direction to worship... A thousand threads come and go and then suddenly disappear , only one sentence filled Yan Wu's mind: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." Yan Wu clenched his teeth tightly, using all his strength to control himself not to tremble, opened his eyes, and lowered his head Look at the ground.

Bai Yue watched coldly from above, a group of people were rustling on the ground, those with guns and those without guns were rampant.

Yan Wu thought, it must be because the moon is the most ruthless and cold-hearted near the equator, so he is sweating layer upon layer.Waiting for a bullet to explode his brains.

Yan Wu was still struggling in fear, and the leader walked over slowly.

He stood in front of Yan Wu, Yan Wu gritted his teeth and raised his head to look at him, restraining himself and trying his best to be calm.

The leader put the gun on Yan Wu's forehead, and suddenly grinned viciously: "Boy, today is your lucky day."

Then he kicked Yan Wu's abdomen.