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Yan Jingyun said: "Why do you think that I have feelings for my so-called husband?"

Yan Jingchu's whole body was icy cold.

Yan Jingyun said: "Thank you brother for helping me clean up everything that shouldn't be alive."

Yan Jingchu's tears kept falling, "I thought you would be happy to accept all this."

"Of course I'm happy. I've waited for so long, and I've finally come to this day," Yan Jingyun said indifferently, "I'm terribly happy. I thought you would improve even more in the past ten years, but I didn't find it."

"I didn't make any progress, and even kept regressing. My ID card can't be used, and everything can't be used. I tried a way, but I was just locked up." Yan Jingyun said: "Recovering freedom is also a problem. The latest thing, ah, that man, that is, the man I eloped with, seems to be in love with me."

"So I killed him."

"If it wasn't for this damn disease," Yan Jingyun said, "I would have gone to find you a long time ago, smashed your beautiful head and flushed it down the toilet."

"Don't show that expression, Jingchu," Yan Jingyun said, "Isn't this your handwriting? Trying to make me marry someone else, destroy my reputation, find such a thing, and then I don't even know it. I was eloped because of love, but you have done a perfect job in handling this matter, and my inheritance rights should have been legally deprived by you."

"Is that right?"

Yan Jingchu did not answer.

"If that's the case, don't cry," Yan Jingyun said, "You are indeed my good brother, and I remember everything my sister said in my heart."

She rubbed Liao Jin's soft long hair with her free hands, "This kid looks good with long hair, like a pretty girl, but you see, I don't really love him."

Liao Jin didn't shed a single tear, he found that he didn't seem to have the right to cry.

Yan Jingyun should be crying, but her tears are just weapons, and they are only used where they should be used.

"No one would love a son of a criminal who teamed up with his younger brother to ruin his life."

Yan Jin blinked, he thought he was going to cry, but the tears just now had been dried.

Yan Jingyun couldn't help laughing, and said: "Do you really believe it? Ah Jin is not, he is the son of my powerful husband. I thought that Ah Jin could be my bargaining chip, but unfortunately I was here Imprisoned. But if he is with you, you can also use him to blackmail his father, if the other party cares."

"It's not me." Yan Jingchu said tremblingly.

"Who is that?" Yan Jingyun asked.

"It's really not me, sister," he trembled more and more, "It's really not me. I was surprised when you eloped. I thought you really loved him."

"I admit that I did it, sister, I really," he said with tears streaming down his face, "I don't need to hide it from you, do I feel that I will be more comfortable with your forgiveness? I won't Yes, you know I always do."

Of course Yan Jingyun knew.

"But I really don't know about this matter." Yan Jingchu said: "I was still disappointed at the time, why my sister, such an outstanding and proud woman, would really fall in love with my secretary."

"Sister, I'll pay you back," he said hoarsely, "I..."

Yan Jingchu grabbed the gun quite quickly, and the difference in physical strength gave him the advantage.

Yan Jingyun's wrist holding the gun just now was swollen.

"I'm sorry for hurting you." Yan Jingchu sighed, "I'm still disappointed, my sister, you can talk so much nonsense. In the past, you would kill me directly."

"Probably because I haven't had a good communication with others for several years." Yan Jingyun shook her wrist. As a dying person, she didn't care, and her face was indifferent.

"I'm also very disappointed." Yan Jingyun said: "You really listened to me for so long."

She throws the timer.

The red light flickered on it.

Three, two, one.

She blinked, and there was no tear in her beautiful eyes at the moment.

She was humming, like a moving painting.

Later, this famous painting remained in the cage forever.

Forever, in a way that never wakes up from a dream.

She will never wake up, her body functions have long been exhausted, and it is not easy to maintain a beautiful body.

A rose falls on a woman's lips.

Yan Jingchu gently removed the flower.

Liao Jin half-kneeled on the chair and looked at his mother, feeling that it was blood that fell on her lips just now.

There is thick blood on her lips, she likes to kiss Liao Jin's eyes with such lips.

"There is some sad news," Yan Jingchu said flatly, "Your father was assassinated."

Ah, what a pity.

Liao Jin propped his face with his hands, his hair fell all over his shoulders.

Liao Jin looked at his uncle, his eyes had never been thick with blood, and his eyes were more beautiful than Yan Jingyun's.

"What are you going to do? As far as being a bargaining chip is concerned, you are useless. Because his family also has a problem, a big problem, and even you will be affected."

Liao Jin looked at him.

Since Yan Jingyun passed away, or after his long sleep, he seldom spoke.

"I want to protect you, and I want to train you," Yan Jingchu said, "I don't need a beautiful flower to add luster to me, and your mother doesn't need a canary perched on someone's shoulder."

He and Liao Jin looked at each other, as if meeting for the first time, "I'll give you a chance to choose, you can stay here, I won't interfere, of course, your fate will probably become an accessory to add luster to the cooperation .”

"You can go there too, you have autonomy, you can do what you want, you can take revenge on me," he lightly touched the child's eyelids with his fingers, and the movement was like a knife, "this It doesn't matter to me, as long as you live."

"You probably haven't heard what your mother said before, my beautiful and excellent sister, she is very thoughtful and should be a philosopher." He smiled, "Ah, no. A careerist."

"If the existence of a second gender is unnecessary and people of all genders have the ability to self-conceive and reproduce, which gender do you think will disappear first?"

Yan Jingyun thought for a while, then pondered: "Then, the difference caused by hormone secretion will be greatly reduced, or even not. This question is meaningless, Jingchu, because at that time, everyone is the same, and it can also be said that they converge. , at that time there was no alpha, no omega, no beta, social division of labor may change because of this, but I think production efficiency will increase. Is this evolution? I think it is, from a ruthless point of view. So what will disappear? "

She closed the book and smiled, "Of course people who don't adapt to the environment disappear."

"I admit that it is a hell on earth, but people who adapt to the environment will live well," Yan Jingchu said: "People who do not adapt to the environment will die."

"Do you want to?"

Liao Jin said nothing.

He lowered his head and kissed his mother, turning a blind eye to his uncle.

The child's eyes were too clear, so Yan Jingchu didn't think he had mental problems.

He waited for an answer.

Then the child got down from the chair and said, "Okay."

The sun shines in, shining into the child's long hair.

I have to say that the people in their family have obvious features, excessively pale skin, beautiful and clear eyes, and not a very normal personality.

So premarital examination is important.

He raised his head and looked at Yan Jingchu.

Yan Jingchu said: "What do you want to tell me?"

Liao Jin thought for a while and said, "Thank you uncle."

What kind of beautiful and innocent children are expected to be raised in this kind of place?

Liao Jin has always lived like a plant thirsty for light, but what waters him is always blood.

The more innocent and agreeable he seems, the more hypocritical and dangerous he is.

After he knew Chu Rui's identity for the first time, the weak young master who had never raised his spirits probably didn't notice how charming Liao Jin's smile was.

How beautiful he is, how malicious he is.

His approach, his weakness, his tears, and his beauty are all tools he can use. He is relentless and makes the best use of everything.

Liao Jin never felt that he was a normal person. Chu Rui was very nice, normal, and innocent, which made people feel funny.

Chu Rui likes him.

Chu Rui likes him with the purest and purest feelings of a young man.

Chu Rui never asked him anything, and Chu Rui never made a promise.

Liao Jin thought that he could be ruthless, and so did the other person in him.

But obviously he didn't get his way.

For the tenth time, Liao Jin stabbed the knife Chu Rui gave him to the wall.

Yan Jin said indifferently: It seems to be more effective to stick the knife into his neck at this time.

Liao Jin smiled, his expression was gentle, his tone was gentle, and he spoke softly. At this time, Professor Liao was already there. He replied in his own voice: "But I don't want to die."

Do you think you can protect Chu Rui?

"Of course I can't, this is nonsense." Liao Jin stabbed the knife, and the tip of the knife was slightly deformed.

You deserve it?

Liao Jin said: "I think, I probably don't have the right to have a clear conscience."

But guilt usually doesn't affect your decisions.Yan Jin said.

Liao Jin lowered his eyes, he pressed his hand on the wall and compared it with a knife.

Then he plunged down sharply.

Yan Jin could regain control of his body, but he didn't respond.

In the next second, he felt the pain of tearing.

Liao Jin pulled out the knife with trembling hands, then exhaled slowly, "Now I'm sure, this knife can't kill anyone."

This will ruin your hands.Yan Jin said.

"Yes."

If you lose your hand, you can no longer kill people.

Liao Jin casually tore off a piece of fabric from his clothes and wrapped it around his hands. Of course, this was ineffective, and it was likely to cause infection.

Yan Jin scoffed at this.

They are all crazy, but in different ways.

Yan Jin will not hurt herself no matter what, Liao Jin will.

They are equally ruthless, Yan Jin will not hesitate, but Liao Jin will.

Liao Jin's hesitation will make him extremely painful, but this kind of pain is only stuck in his heart, and he will not give up because of the pain.

He'll just be in pain while doing it.

So Yan Jin commented on him, with ridicule and disdain, and he said: You are really suitable to be a politician.

Liao Jin didn't ask why, the same way of thinking let him know that Yan Jin wouldn't say anything that would make him happy.

Yan Jin said: Your hypocrisy is simply natural.

Liao Jin nodded, he agreed, but hated Yan Jin for saying it.

Both of them are trying to make the other disappear completely, and the result is insanity.

Yan Jin said slowly: Since you did it, you have no right to regret it.If you regret it now, it would be better if you never did it. Isn't it good to be a vase?Um?Or is it bad to live like a dog?Oh, that's not too good.

Now that you have decided to take advantage of the sympathy of this innocent young master, don't let your mother-in-law do it.

Liao Jindao: Are you telling me, or reminding yourself?

Yan Jin was taken aback: What?

Liao Jin was pleased to find that he was not the only one who hesitated, which was great.

they are the same.

They are equally painful and entangled, because if this matter is really successful, what he needs is not to lie to Chu Rui for a few days, a few months, or a lifetime.

Of course, the premise is that Chu Rui can really live that long.

Thinking of this, Liao Jin's face darkened, but it was surprisingly not for himself.

He doesn't want Chu Rui to die, he doesn't even want to lie to him.

For the first time, this gorgeous and extremely poisonous flower begins to consider morality, law, society, rules, human nature, and love.

Liao Jin patted his face with his bloody hand.

He really wasn't awake.

He really should give himself another knife.

Memories flooded in like crazy, and physical tears rolled down my cheeks.

Chu Rui wiped away the tears from Liao Jin's face.

Liao Jin didn't seem to know what virtue he had become by crying, Chu Rui found it funny.

He was the one who murdered, and he was also the one who lied to others. Why did he cry so funnyly that he was so wronged?

He said, "What the hell are you crying about?"

Liao Jin buried her head in his neck.

What the hell is he crying about?

Liao Jin didn't know.

In order to reduce the impact of emotional harm on him since he was a child, and because of his nature, his ability to empathize is very weak.

He neither feels pain himself, nor can he understand the sadness of others.

He lied to Chu Rui, and Chu Rui also lied to him.

Liao Jin regretted it for 20 years.

He spent the next 20 years making amends, blaming himself, and feeling guilty.

He spent 20 years thinking that if he hadn't walked in front of Chu Rui's door at that time, Chu Rui would have lived a good life.

He walks by with a rose in his arms.

Chu Rui stopped him and picked up for him the red rose that fell on the ground and was originally in Liao Jin's hair.

……

Liao Jin took the flowers.

He bent down.

He knew that many people were watching him, and he was not qualified to put a kiss on the lips of his comrade, even though he was already lying in the coffin.

He knows a lot of people are celebrating today, and he knows a lot of people are celebrating for him too.

20 years ago, Chu Rui picked up that red rose for Liao Jin.

Twenty years later, Liao Jin pinned a white rose to Chu Rui's military uniform.

He stared at each other for a long time, and finally had to say: "Goodbye, Your Excellency."

After 20 years they haven't changed much, except one is alive and one is dead.

Liao Jin remained appropriately sad, he arrived politely, and left neatly.

At that time, Liao Jin realized how terrible it is to have feelings.

If not, then he can be unscrupulous.

But unfortunately he has.

"Minister." Someone called him.

Liao Jin stopped.

"I'm very sorry about Marshal Chu Rui."

"Me too." Liao Jin replied, he never thought that he could be so ruthless, even if he didn't know what he was talking about when facing Chu Rui.

He was not qualified to cry for the 37-year-old Chu Rui, but now he can hug the 27-year-old Chu Rui and ask for a kiss.

Chu Rui hugged Liao Jin and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

Liao Jin seemed to have just woken up.

Then Chu Rui smelled a cold mint aroma, which made people shiver.

What the fuck?

Liao Jin opened his eyes and rubbed Chu Rui's hair, his eyes were still red, his tone was still flattering and showing weakness, but his showing weakness didn't seem to be for passing the estrus period, but begging Chu Rui to save him , stretched out his hand to him, and gave him a beam of light, he said: "Your Excellency, please."

I am so callous and selfish, what right do I have, I want you to trust me, hug me, kiss me, love me.

What are my qualifications?

"Please." Tears rolled down his eyelashes.

There was thick redness in his eyes.

The 37-year-old marshal was buried in a coffin, and the 27-year-old Chu Rui was kissing his face.