dream eater

The blade pierced Fan Tian's back, and the warm blood flowed away together with life.

Jiang impressively raised his scarlet hands to the light above his head, and the corners of his mouth gradually straightened, neither sad nor happy.

Fan Tian's arms around him gradually tightened, buried his head on the side of his neck, and rubbed against him, as if he was talking to Jiang Heran about his pain while sleepwalking, using body language to act like a baby silently.

It seemed that as long as Jiang Heran gave him a blowjob, the pain would go away.

Jiang Heran wanted to kill him, and Fan Tian, ​​who had promised to do anything according to the other party, didn't want to hide.

He will not deliberately deceive Jiang Heran again, how could he not follow Jiang Heran's wishes?

The dagger that pierced his body was icy cold, and he couldn't warm him no matter what, it froze his viscera, and his beating heart was still burning hot because of Jiang Heran's presence.

A killer who makes a living by hunting other people's lives, after the fatal blow, is rarely patient to stay on the scene, waiting to witness the prey lose its last voice.

The "prey" was moving, groping for something in his pockets slowly and with difficulty.

Are you drawing a gun?Jiang impressively made a reasonable guess, but he didn't stop it.

Fan Tian spread out his hand, holding the key to Jiang Heran's shackles in his palm.

Fan Tian seemed to want to say something, but his words were blocked by the blood rushing up his throat.

He wanted to say: He had already thought about it before, and he would help him unlock the chain with his own hands, and he didn't want to lock Jiang Heran either, he wanted to get along well with Jiang Heran.

He wanted to say: This is how it feels to be cheated by the one he loves. He really knows he was wrong, please forgive him.

He wanted to say: Does your stomach still hurt? You must take care of yourself in the future and don't hurt yourself again.

Fan Tian never raised his eyes to look at Jiang Heran, he was afraid that if he took one more look at Jiang Heran, he would be reluctant to let go.

what is love?Love is like moths to a flame, even if you know the other person is holding a blade, you will still embrace the blade.

Fan Tian called Jiang Heran's name, slowly closed his eyes, and was greeted by death, and fell into his longing embrace.

Jiang Heran touched the top of Fan Tian's head as usual. He ignored the blood in the air and the blood in front of his eyes. His overly calm rationality suddenly turned back to what it was before. The colorful shadow, Fan Tian sleeping peacefully on his chest during sleepwalking, that moment seems to be eternity.

After the "click" sound of unlocking the lock, the chain that "clamped" on him and didn't let go finally stopped trailing behind him.

The vengeance has been avenged, and the bottom of his heart is relieved. Jiang impressively feels an unprecedented sense of relaxation. It is an abnormal sense of relaxation, as if every part of his body has lost its support, and his body has become an empty shell, a shell that has fallen apart.

He is like a machine that is wound up and operates according to the program. The string reaches the end, and it can't wait for the next operation command, so it turns off according to the heart.

Jiang Heran touched Fan Tian's waist, looking for a gun with bullets.

He paused, and the first thing he got was Fan Tian's cell phone.

Jiang Heran originally wanted to use his mobile phone to call for help, but he had already obtained the key to the shackles.

Those who imprisoned him, exhausted their last strength, handed over freedom to him with their own hands.

The phone vibrates, the screen glows slightly, and the pop-up daily reminder message reminds: go home.

The fuselage still had the body temperature of the owner, and Jiang looked up at the man who still had body temperature and breathing.

Fan Tian shouldn't be breathing.

The person who made a living by killing seemed to realize something, and checked the man for a moment.

"You really have no heart here."

The heart that should have been stabbed was beating weakly in the right chest.

Is it because the position of the heart deviates from the normal position, so that even the emotion and heartbeat are slower than ordinary people?

Jiang Heran doesn't hold grudges, but he remembers kindness.

After the hatred was cut by the blade, he suddenly thought of holding his hand when he fell down the building.

It would be great if everything ended at that moment. He was kept in the dark forever with full of love, and as a reward for weaving his dreams, he also planned to enjoy the benefits with peace of mind.

How great.

"Do you regret it?"

Save him, love him, trust him, Jiang impressively asked softly, "Fan Tian, ​​do you regret it?"

At that time, the person he loved extended a helping hand to him unnecessarily, and Jiang impressively decided to repay the kindness.

At least he has felt joy and sorrow in it, regardless of gains and losses.

Believe him, love him, save him, and Jiang who turned the plot upside down never regretted it.

Jiang Heran, who lost his will to survive, seemed to be the one who was rescued by the ambulance who was about to arrive, and his empty heartstrings had new operating instructions.

He touched his lower abdomen, which was in pain when he had suicidal thoughts, and now it has eased.

He really conceived a life connected with his own blood.

"You don't want to die either?"

Before stepping out of the room, Jiang Heran turned around and glanced at the man lying on the bed, as if he was remembering something or forgetting something.

"Good dream," he said.

Jiang impressively stood in the outside world again.

It turned out to be so cold.

The cold wind blew away the heat in Jiang Heran's eyes, and he looked up at the sky.

The stars are really bright tonight.