6. Tungsten
Zen con.
Unique: Love has millions of expressions
The third year of being a canary to a drug lord finally killed him, went home after the celebration and pushed the door open, and the man who was supposed to die was lazy on the couch.
He pointed the gun at my heart, and he said, “Thin, maybe you can make a specimen to be good.” I’m sorry.
One.
After Shen Ze ‘ s death, the remnants of his hand were removed from the crowd of border guards, the largest drug cartel in the district was uprooted and celebrated with joy.
Officers Chen and Yip were honoured and honoured.
The undercover police, headed by them, made a great contribution to the operation, and the shining medallion was well known.
After that, two people pulled me out of the corner and left a little red flower on my white dress.
♪ I can’t ♪
I look at them in a state of confusion, and my big eyes seem innocent and harmless.
“You’ve been a great success in this operation, Zeng Cong. Officer Chan smiles, fat faces, fish tails on his eyes, and looks like a nice, big brother, not as fierce as he was undercover.
It was my reward.
I’m flattered by the small red flowers on my chest, and the edges are a little rough, but they’re new, and it’s reasonable to assume that they’re learning to do it.
They’re 80 generations from now on, and the most glorious thing in school is to be rewarded by a teacher. Even now, these are old-fashioned.
All undercover officers wear medals, except me.
Because I’m not a cop, I’m the drug dealer’s daughter, the drug lord’s boss and he later took the canary.
It was only that I had defected to the police and helped the undercover officers to bring down the big things that were in his hands.
I don’t have a medal, so they brought me a little red flower.
Chinese people are very good at invisible romance.
My tears were low and I was always a little crybag, and I was so moved that I gave two people a big hug, each with a little red flower, and I went back to the little house I rented.
Once the door was opened, the middle of the cold and gray sofa, the men were lazyly leaning down, like a black, thin snake, lying in my most reassuring place.
I’m sure it’s my man who died almost six months ago.
Shen Ze looked at me with curtains.
Watch me sweat out.
He’s got a bad tone. He’s whispering to me:
“Girl, come here.”
Two.
I almost tripped my left foot to the right.
It’s over, I thought.
When Shen Zai saw the net, and fled with me and several hearts and hearts in advance, and was in great danger on the way, and in the end I was alone, and he and his most important people.
And when he passes by a river in a hurry, he finds only one wooden boat, carrying up to two people, and he must choose between me and his most important heart.
The right arm of his left hand and a woman who could be replaced at any time, set the judgment straight, and the heart was very confident, and forced him to settle me and to leave.
Shen Zai raised his gun to my head for a long time and turned his hands and shot the only person left in his heart to prevent him from being caught leaking secrets.
In my smitten eyes, took me on a boat.
But the police arrived very soon, and he jumped in a rush to distract people and I was forcibly removed.
I was so shocked, I couldn’t believe the big drug lord was in love.
When he died, he knew that I was the most hidden traitor and undercover, and shortly after he left for his death, I came back across the coast in a boat and greeted the policemen who were after him with kindness and excitement.
His body was recovered downstream, identified through DNA, and a generation of drug lords ended.
But he’s not dead.
I am appalled by the fact that some of the members of the police, particularly the forensic doctors, have been infiltrated.
Even more alarming, now he must have known about the knife I stabbed behind my back.
I was the one who killed his heart, and who jumped to save himself, but stabbed him the deepest. What a shuro field where the big drug lords are abandoned.
I was afraid of his dark eyes.
Shenzawa was staring at me without an expression, and he was patient, and he called me again: “Come here, little tart. I’m sorry.
He will appear in this place with a hidden deck in his hand, killing me like an ant. I dare not disobey him, I fear and weep.
Scrambling on his scalp, scrambling in his arms with his feet, hugging, crying, pre-emptive:
“Ooh, boss, you’re still alive. That’s great. Coon is so happy. I’m sorry.
By the hand behind him, a message was sent to Officer Chen.
3
I buried my head in his arms and cried so loudly. It’s good to have a good tear gland, and it’s not necessary to cry.
Shen Zawa grabbed my face and forced me to look up to him and to fix my cold fingertips.
And when We looked up, the man was near, and darkened in his eyes, and turned my face.
You look beautiful and good, and you’re born to look sad when you cry.
The last thing he ever saw was me crying, and now he doesn’t have a twirling face.
“I’m not good to you, little liar? Why did you turn to the cops?”
Question number one.
He used to be angry and call me “baby” and “baby” and now he calls me “baby” and I feel the meaning of a mountain.
Shenzawa hates betrayal.
Those who have betrayed him, have no first appearance.
The drug dealers have nothing better to look at than Shen Zawa’s appearance, and in fact he’s the one who’s the most ruthless, luminous and luminous, and he’s just a terrible outlaw.
I cry and hold him down, wait for the police to come, think about the cemetery from my last words, even the pink ones.
But his other hand slowly reached his other hand, with his gentle hands tied to each other, so dependent, softly justified:
“The boss is the best thing for me, but it’s just that they caught me and I had to. I’m sorry.
The harder his hands get, the more my face hurts.
Crying even more.
Think about it and tell the truth.
4
Shen Zai is not a drug lord from the bottom. His father does this. He’s a man growing up in money and poppy.
Me too.
So no one’s going to suspect I’m undercover.
My father, who was a capable general of Shen Zai’s father, took over the stand after his father died, and my father worked for him, then died for him.
I grew up in a venom when I was a kid, and I was born, and I was born, and I cried and I cried, and I lost my guts, and I looked weak and harmless, and I felt so strong, and I felt so strong, I felt so strong, I felt so strong, I felt so strong, I was afraid of blood.
When my peers smoked, tattooed, drugged and fought, I cried for being afraid to kill fish, but also for being sick.
It’s nothing.
Besides, my father was one of those loyal people who put on me a dead-fist filter.
Anyone could be a traitor anyway, I don’t have that chance, I shouldn’t have that guts.
But it’s me.
Shen Zawa and I had nothing to do with each other at that time. I was nothing but a marginal person, whose nest had been destroyed, and Shen Zawa had fled with the top of the cartel.
He left us a small group of unimportant people behind and tripped the police. A large proportion of those left behind were the bottom drug dealers, and the more they became, the more obvious the skull faces of drug addiction became, the more vicious they became, the more they confronted the police.
I’m crying in the back.
Once again, the group was about to be killed and was planning to carry out a suicide attack with a bag of explosives on its body.
I was stunned with the bag of explosives, and I refused with a small voice: “I do not.” I’m sorry.
I’ve been crying.
Three, five, two, take a bunch of people down.
The explosives were removed and placed in the farthest corners.
They’re all brainwashed too thoroughly and in the hands of high-ranking officials, so they’re “faithful.” I’m different.
I don’t work for a bunch of assholes.
5
Then I got caught with them.
I’m still different. I don’t have to.
Because technically, I can only count as a drug dealer’s family. I have not been involved in drug trafficking, I have not done anything illegal, I have not broken a red light once.
A bunch of poor, vicious people took me with them because I could fight, especially, because they couldn’t hit me, and I beat all the people who tried to make me break the red light.
I’ve tried to get me into this business a number of times before, and I’ve ruined it every time, thanks to my superb fishing skills. But of course they thought they were in danger, and I would still be on their side.
That’s naive.
I studied so hard to protect myself, not the drug dealer.
Being born in a place where fish dragons are mixed up, and being weak is a sin, and it is a matter of trust to preserve one’s self.
I trust only myself.
After being caught, I could be released as an ordinary person who had been dragged into peace, but that night a female police officer came to me and tried to turn me against me and let me go undercover with Shenzawa.
The female police officer, Ye, has a beautiful atmosphere, and she says a lot of things to talk me out of it and that she’ll get a bonus when it’s done.
I asked her how much money she offered me.
I wrote “800” with my finger.
Officer Yip’s browsing, heartless iron hand, cut to the point: “800,000, that’s the limit I can apply for.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
It was too easy to promise, and she couldn’t believe it.
Of course she thinks my 800 unit is “w”, and I think 800.
The two sides are so happy to work together, fearing that they will turn back.
I was set free, and Shen Zawa met him once, and he was dragged by the pitiful taunts of him, and he was surrounded by him, and then slowly came to him.
No one suspects me, and no one is surprised that I’ve been released, after all, I’ve always been an alien, a fish afraid to kill, born in sin, but a better citizen than the average man, and it’s only normal for a cop to take me for what he can’t do.
Only Shenzawa doubted me, and he was ever cautious, so he acquiesced in me following him, and wanted to place me with him until I showed myself.
Smart is wrong.
All he wanted was to look at me, to wonder about me, to take care of me.
Six.
You and I have no choice but to me.
I would like to call this a lifetime black history.
In any case, I managed to be the only woman around Shen Ze and helped Officer Ye infiltrate the cartel.
In fact, at the beginning of the operation, it was planned that Officer Yip would become a woman with a big make-up and a red dress, and the grotesque look would come up.
Na Ho Shenzawa was too cautious to gain his trust.
I did not have to disguise myself in front of him, as it should be, but slowly broke his guard.
And We speak with the truth, and, as always, there is no lie, and there is no guarantee that it will be light.
Shenzawa smiled, “A hundred thousand dollars and you sold me? You’re a good guy. I’ve given you more than that in a month. I’m sorry.
I’m afraid to speak.
If he knew, I’d sell him for 800 bucks, and he’s so worthless in my heart, he’ll cut me right away.
A man with a sharp eye, looking at me, “Do you like me or the cop?”
The second way out.
I paused to see who he was talking about, and I had contact with a larger number of male policemen, namely Officer Chan.
I took the liberty of making him an older man like my brother, and he made me fall in love.
Jealousy is in love, he’s in my hands.
I cry, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I’ll open my mouth if I’m so sick:
“Scoot, of course, is the most favorite boss. I’ve got half of it. I’m sorry.
After all, the Boss’s $800,000 prize!
Who wouldn’t?
Shen Zai broke my hand heartlessly and leaned around my neck and put me on the couch, and the air and the cold and a pistol reached my heart.
“Sweety, black, lying. Zhuong, maybe you can make a specimen to be good. I’m sorry.
And We were afraid of his dark gaze,
He’s serious.
7
The drug dealers are inhuman, and their bones are twisted and corrupted.
I was so scared, I cried out with my big eyes: “Boss, I’ll be good, really.” I’m sorry.
Word down, knee down.
Shenzawa reacts quickly.
And I kicked his gun with my feet in a difficult soft position, and then quickly withdrew.
Bang! I’m sorry.
The door was kicked open and heavily armed policemen came in and surrounded him, all with guns in the black hole.
Actually it’s fake.
I’ve never disguised him, and he knew it all along and he’s so glum and weeping, but he’s not good.
I wipe my tears while the man who was surrounded and arrested died and I brought him in again.
“It’s your favorite, of course, that you’re sitting in jail.” I’m sorry.
Shen Zai did not resist, but looked at me as he was driven away, laughing at me with an unpredictable and cold look, and went into a police car, and disappeared in sight.
I’m a little restless. His bottom card was never revealed.
But it’s none of my business, and I reminded Inspector Chan that he was happy to see the $800,000 just arrived.
During the period of the journey, the students came out of the school entrance, the streets were filled with six-coloured cars, the parents were carrying the children across the street, the elderly came home on three rounds with their grandchildren, and the loudspeakers and the snack stand drank.
It’s normal for people to smoke.
An ordinary life.
But I’ve always been very envious of them. Envious. Envious.
Until I grew up, no mom and dad picked me up, but now I have 800,000 bucks.
Clean money.
I can go to a remote and beautiful country and buy a small house and live in peace.
I was so excited to pick out a place, buy a car, leave the rented house, try to swim all the way and never come back.
Then news came of Shen Ze’s escape while a group of people were in custody.
8
Shit.
A thousand years after the scourge.
As Shenzawa’s number-one target of revenge, he was a coward, like me, and immediately packed his things and ran out of the province.
“See you, Uncle Police. I’m going to escape tonight. I’m sorry.
Yip Qing soon returned my message: “Take care of safety. I’m sorry.
Chen is still quiet.
Is there something wrong with him?
Besides me, a few undercover policemen were also targeted by them.
Shortly after I drove out of town, my eyebrows grew wrinkled, and I ended up at the side of the road, hesitating for a long time.
Turn around and go back.
He arrived at the door of Officer Chen ‘ s house in a hurry and saw him walking out of the house. He finally relieved himself and was leaving to say hello.
I saw an old grandmother crossing the street with a cane, walking too slowly and walking a little bit.
Chen Shih saw me, he waved at me, he came to me, he saw the grandmother, he suggested I come later, he helped her cross the street.
There were people on the street, and I was panicking, and I felt something wrong, and I yelled, “Don’t…”
The old man pushed Chen Shih to the side before people noticed.
He was hit by a flying truck.
The streets were in chaos.
The seemingly accidental accident, the entanglement, must have been caused by that scourge.
Fat, like Big Brother, smiled and laid down with his dear Officer Chan. On the ground, a few twitches and no movement.
He was just trying to help an old man.
As a police officer, a man of justice and a sense of responsibility, how can one think of a group of unconscionable villains as inferior by their means?
And the good is a bait, and the evil is added.
I’m so useless, my tears are pouring out, I’m so scared.
I was about to go up there, and there was someone behind me who dragged me into my arms and held me in a cold as a snake around me, and the cold abdomen rubbed my tears at the tail of my eyes.
“Small, don’t be afraid.”
“You won’t die like this. I’m sorry.
“You will be my most complete and beautiful collection. I’m sorry.
I was stunned.
9
The world is born bad.
Shenzawa is.
When he was a teenager, he killed the nanny who had taken care of himself, and only because she was curious, took a glimpse of a ghost-butter specimen on the wall.
Shen Ze told her to be dragged away, and he never showed up again since.
The rare and precious butterfly specimens were thrown by him into the mud, and their eyes were crushed thin.
If someone touches something that is dirty, it is no longer worth treasure.
And from childhood, He had been in love with the collection of rare, rare, poisonous, dangerous and beautiful living things, and had made them dead.
They are born to enjoy abuse and abuse.
He has never touched drugs, but he is the leader of the largest drug-trafficking ring and is so excited to look at the righteous, kind and healthy, as drugs have fallen into the abyss and become inhuman beasts and countless beautiful families have broken apart.
Bones, they’re not born to be good.
Ugh!
When I woke up in a villa in the middle of the old mountains, I didn’t know what medicine had been used, and I was soft and weak.
“Wake up?”
Low baronet.
On my side, Shen Zai is playing with a locator and a sniveling knife that I don’t know when to find out about me, and it’s like he’s mocking me.
At the end of the day, he threw two things into a condensed acid barrel, and then went down with a grunt of grunts, and came to pick me up and sat me on the couch, holding my face and forcing me to look over there.
“Look what happens to the traitor.” I’m sorry.
A skinny man was pushed, and several of his men spitted on the skinny man’s face and said, “You’re on the run.” I’m sorry.
A common traitor, not an undercover.
The man cried out for forgiveness because of fear: “Shen, forgive me.” I’m sorry.
No one’s listening to him. A couple of tough guys put people together.
The scene was gross.
When I was sick, as the monkey who had been killed as an example, I was indeed intimidated, and I sat on the legs of Shenzawa and cried when I was weak.
Shen Ze looked me in the eyes and cried, “Ting, betraying me is a cost.” I’m sorry.
He took a drug and injected it into me, with a brand-new knife, and cut my wrist.
It hurts.
The pain I sought to strangle, but he was confined in his arms, in a far-fetched position. I can’t get dizzy.
That drug, it’s a soberer.
Shen Zai touched my long hair and said, “Sweet, when you’re in fortified, you won’t lie to me again. I’m sorry.
He’s overheaded, staggered with my breath.
“You will always be my treasure.” I’m sorry.
10
I have thought of the consequences of reprisals, water cells, beheadings, tardiness, and eighteen forms of torture, which are common methods of drug traffickers.
Afraid is really scared.
But death won’t hurt any more.
The knife, apart from being used to defend itself, was what I intended to end myself when I reached the end.
I didn’t think that Shen Zai, a pervert, wanted to make me a specimen, after all, because he used to see only precious animals, and that too many people looked cheap, and he was never proud.
I’m stuck with him when I die.
Shit. Shit!
I felt life in the blood, and suddenly I thought of that little red flower.
Maybe someone’s dying. Think of something.
If I’d left that day without turning around, I’d be home by now.
I will make my own little house white, warm and bright, the most important cabinets, the little red flowers that lock Sergeant Chen and Officer Leaf’s stupid hands and rolls, and the small painting my mother left me.
It is now autumn, and in a while, we can begin to sow oil and vegetables, with seeds in the ground, and the sound of spring thunder, and spring and rain, and the asphalt, and so on, will awaken with everything.
In March, Yang Chun pushed out the window and saw a large field of oil and vegetables around the small house.
Just like the picture in that painting.
My mother, once a painter, graduated from the top art college, and home was one of those mountain-water shows, with a lot of oil and vegetables and a lot of wind.
I hate her.
And I hate my father.
I hate their love.
Eleven.
My grandfather was a civilian, and my mother grew up in the wind and the sun, and had never seen so many people in danger, simple and foolish.
She fell in love with a young drug addict, felt cool, loved her and was willing to kneel for her and fight for her injuries.
Grandpa was angry and strongly opposed to her being with a jerk, and she only felt that her father was not close.
And then ran off with that addicted youth and came here. That man, my father, who was a drug addict, slowly began to sell drugs, joined this huge chain of profit, dealt with the Viper Viper Gods, became angry, beat her up and cheated on women.
In order to please him and learn how to use drugs, the mother has become increasingly ugly and has not been able to change the situation, suffering daily from domestic violence and drug addiction.
She left before she was 30 years old, thinned her hands and had no flesh on her face, like a skull in a human skin, emptyed of body and will by drugs.
There was a period of return before leaving, when she often complained to me as a young man, saying that she regretted long ago, that she had fallen in love with a drug dealer, that she had gone away with him, that he had failed his mother’s school and his country, that she had failed his parents, that she had failed to do good, that she had left my grandparents alone.
I regret giving birth to me, and I don’t care.
The moment the drug was inhaled, the dream of being drunk and dying, was beset by endless struggles with women around my father. I’ll be like a wild kid without a mother and a father.
I was a young man sitting around her emotional trash can.
I saw her struggling to get up, flipping out of the frame, putting on canvass, decorating paints, and again, after years, taking up the brush again.
But she was blind.
Not long ago, my drug-addicted, violent father hit him blind.
She’s had a lot of fun, and she’s crying, and she’s like, “Can you help her with the pink paint?”
12
“Good. I have no emotional response.
Walking to the window, she saw a pile of paint that had been messed up by her, threw it away, reset a new set and removed the sky blue, light green, light yellow, and powder from her.
It’s all light as a rainbow.
There is no color in the land where the opium poppy and blood rage.
She’s got a stiff hand, she’s got the last painting in her life.
Under the sky of sky blue, there is a new green spring in the fields of gleaming oils, and a country path is passed by, and it is time to leave school, and the little girl in pink is taken home by her parents.
And she did, and she could not see the color, and it was as if there was a calm and warm breeze passing through the canvas and blowing it out of some remote, beautiful country.
She’s stuporous, “Stupid, I think Mom smells oily. I’m sorry.
What month is it?
“Cradle, it’s spring again. Shouldn’t it be a lot of oil? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Snuggle and yell at me.
At her request, I stepped up and turned around and folded her a new vegetable flower.
It’s a heavy darkness, a large, red-blooded area of opium poppy hidden in the night, mysteriously unsurprising.
I fell, my hands and my knees were razed, and the tears came out in a hurry, and I passed out silently, and rose silently to clean up the blood and mud, folding a red flower and putting it in her hand.
I said, “It’s March, when the sun is so big, the oily flowers are everywhere, and every kick is full of flowers, and my shoes all smell like that. I’m sorry.
She couldn’t tell the difference between day and night for several months.
She moved her fingers so hard, she pulled a smile, she whispered, “Yeah, smells so good…”
The flowers are still in her hands and far from her nose.
I went up to her nose.
There’s no gas.
She’s got the only one in her hands who fell on the ground.
13
I don’t know what year it will be, or what month it will bring with it the seeds of the pomegranate, and I think it’s special, and I’ll see it grow up and bloom.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t wait until it left the seed.
When I was small, my eyes were full of opium poppy, and I had never seen the world before, and knowledge of oily vegetables was only in the mother’s words, and I wanted to comfort her.
Now I think my lies were childish.
I didn’t know until I grew up that oily flowers were different from opium poppy and that they were so high, so taller than I was at that time, they couldn’t get on their feet.
Shortly after my mother ‘ s death, I was left in the care of a nanny and a governess, and the old teacher was good to me, teaching me a lot, and then my father stood up to the gun and died, and the old teacher was found to be an undercover policeman and dead.
They’re all dead.
Okay, bad.
Disgusting, not annoying.
I grew up with my own stubbornness and became an alien to the drug cell.
When I met Officer Yip, I was quick to turn my back on them.
800, jumper price.
Without that $800, unpaid, that’s a gift, a gift, and with that $800, it’s a deal.
How can a man like me, who has the dirty blood of a drug dealer, be celebrated like those cops? It’s too great and too great to give up, and I’m always afraid.
So I chose the deal.
Now I’m dying too.
I don’t regret that I ran away and turned around, and I particularly regret that I didn’t remember the knife when Shenzawa died.
I die too light, I die without peace, and I am haunted by Shen Ze, a pervert.
No way.
Shen Zai is not worthy.
14
And suddenly I broke out and pushed him away and ran out into the bushes. Sunshine good weather.
I think that if I die, I die under a blue sky cloud, not next to sour acid, rotting corpses and scum.
Shenzawa had a moment of panic in his eyes, like an abandoned dog, and was then covered by the ink of the rain, and came to me with sweet blood, holding on to my chin, “Where do you want to go?”
I watched him quietly.
The brain suddenly wakes up and turns.
Perhaps he was not so determined as to try to kill me, and that moment of panic revealed his deep hesitation.
Why did he bother to warn me of the fact that he was trying to kill me? Do dead people need to be warned?
A man’s love is a man’s armor.
Even Shen Zai.
Only when I die will I die, but there will be a chance, and I will strive to die.
Shen Zai saw me talking, looked down at me, and the power of his hand was as strong as he wanted to crush my bones, “Answer me.” I’m sorry.
And as soon as my eyes blinked, my burning tears fell down along the smooth cheeks, and the temperature penetrated into his fingertips.
Shenzawa, I’m in pain. I’m sorry.
“I remember my mother, my father, and…” I whispered, “Shenzawa, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.
My soft black hair spreads in the bushes of opium poppy, and at this point my face must be pale, with tears on it, weak and harmless, in stark contrast to the radiant, red opium poppy, with a strong visual impact.
It’s soft and tender, it’s depressing.
Not much, but every word, every word, hits his heart.
Reminds him of his mother, who died as soon as possible, and arouses a secret sense of compassion. Reminds him of my late regret and of my mother’s crazy father, suggesting that’s what he’s gonna do.
I’m sorry, I’m afraid.
Weave a web of insinuation, entangling his heart.
This is also the usual ploy that We used to use when We were after him.
Shen Zawa’s dark eyes were upon me, and she must have watched me for a long time, held my hand on my chin, and moved down, a little bit over my sensitive skin, and stopped at the collarbone.
I was suddenly pushed into the poppy bush.
“You’re counting on me again. “And he shall bite his teeth, and his ears shall be red, his breath shall be hot, his eyes shall be cold, and his blood shall be upon my hand, and thou shalt hate my face, and thou shalt be adorned. I’m sorry.
And he stunned me, and he stopped the bleeding very quickly, hugged me and washed me into the villa, and I saw him struggling in his eyes the moment before he passed out.
A sober fall, a vicious fall.
15
Shen Zai didn’t want to kill me.
He locked me up in the house and confined me to a distance of three metres near the bed with gold cuffs with little chains, and only cold-colored bedrooms and him.
He’s going through every drug the doctor’s prescribed to me, and he’s taking a big sip of it, and he’s holding my head to my mouth.
It’s probably to prevent the doctor from saying something about me being a traitor, sneaking up on me.
The sweet brown pharmacists spill through the lips and pass through the pale skin. The little chain on my wrists rings gently.
He lets me go, he dazzles his eyes, and slowly wipes out the stains on my lips, “Sweety, be good, I’ll let go.” I’m sorry.
I’m 90 pounds, 88 pounds of backbones, 2 pounds of brain-in-the-brain water, and I’m confused, because there’s a easier way to hit the south wall against the wind. And then the water in your head falls out of tears.
You can’t be good when you’re afraid to cry and rebel.
But he had to listen to a good lie, and I joined him with ease, in his arms, in his arms and in his hand: “Cream is good.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me with cold eyes and his fingers were shaking.
When I get some energy back, I don’t want to stay in one room every day and be cute, trying to expand the range of activities.
After long grinding, Shen Ze slowly let me walk within the villa. I climbed up to the top of the roof, looked around the past, and I couldn’t see where it was.
“You can’t escape. I’m sorry.
Someone laughed at me behind me.
As soon as I looked back, I saw the young doctor, with his face on his face, with his mouth open.
I’m not gonna admit I’m running away from a viewing environment, standing in the middle of nowhere, with my white dress, my tender voice, and saying:
“I’m not trying to escape. I just want to see the view. I did what I did to the boss, he kept me alive, of course I couldn’t fail him anymore, and I’d always be with him to make amends. I’m sorry.
The words of obeisance will be opened and no one will be given the opportunity to seize my authority.
16
Of course the doctor didn’t believe it. He gave me the pills on his wrist and left.
I touched the new gauze and watched him leave behind.
I know him.
He’s the doctor who took the DNA and declared Shenzawa dead. Before that, he was also an undercover police officer, a medical practitioner, transferred from the military medical department, who had been with Shenzawa for many years. It turns out he’s being turned against him.
Officer Chen also mentioned him to me earlier, saying that he had a poor life and that his parents were ill and overburdened. He also let his sister sneak out to warm her.
“What are you looking at?”
Shen Zai didn’t know when he was on the balcony and found out I was staring at other men.
And I ran to him, quite naturally, in his arms, complaining, “Look at the sky, look at the trees, look at the clouds, look at the landscape.” You’ve been gone all day, and I can’t see you, and I can’t see you. I’m sorry.
It’s easy to defuse the crisis.
Shen Ze called my chin and looked at me, and the sound of the magnetic sound was a little obnoxious, “Well, let’s see something interesting.” I’m sorry.
He took me to the basement, where a girl with a whip full of blood lay on the ground, strangely familiar.
She saw us in a troupe, and she saw the burning hatred in her eyes, and her mouth was sealed, and she could only shout.
I don’t know Shenzawa’s intentions, but I’m starting to get upset again.
A few strong men brought her up on their knees, grabbed her hair and forced her to turn her head back, pull the hair out of front and show me.
Shenzawa put a gun in my hand.
He was in the same eyes with a terrible smile, “She was the sister of the policeman. Coco, aren’t you bored?”
“Kill her. How funny. I’m sorry.
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I suddenly understood what was going on with that strange look.
Her name is Chen Shum, a student at the Provincial Queens College, Chen Chen’s only sister.
Chen Shih used to talk to me about her, saying she was a cynic little sun and that she was afraid she wouldn’t want to be a drug police officer, after all, parents should stay with a child for the rest of the year.
The average life expectancy of the anti-narcotics police is poor compared to that of other police and ordinary people.
Says she’s the same age as me, a few months older than me, and we’ll meet later, and I’m sure I’ll be good friends with her.
We finally met. But I was forced to kill her with a gun in my hand.
All of a sudden I felt the gun in my hand was so heavy that I started shaking.
I’ve never killed anyone.
Okay, bad, never killed.
When I was a kid, the governess told me that there were things that were only zero and countless times. A piece of paper, even if only one black dot, is no longer white paper.
I can beat people to tears, and I can easily take lives, but I’ve never been killed, not because I can’t, but because I don’t.
I’m not afraid of blood, but I’m afraid of becoming a bloody man.
I’m born in a dirty mud, and I’m going to have to work harder and harder than the average to stay as clean as I am.
I cried so badly with a gun, and I was careful to swoop Shenzawa’s tail. I’m sorry.
Shen Zai took my hand, squeezed into the palms, slowly swallowed my hands, took me to hold the handle and looked me in the eye.
“Cublin, didn’t you say you were good? There’s only one bullet in the gun, you and her, live one. I’m sorry.
Shoot her or myself.
He wants me to choose.
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How can I kill her?
She was the only sister of Officer Chen who died and had parents to take care of. She is also a student who should have had a bright future, with the expectations of a teacher’s school, and a future that is to punish evil, to make good, to shine and to be celebrated.
I have no family, no friends, no daughter of a drug dealer, no bright future, and death will not cause much grief.
The sparkling man should not die in the mud.
I turned the gun, put it in Shenzawa’s hand, put my forehead on the gun, and I cried.
“I die, she lives. I’m afraid to shoot. I’ve never killed anyone, boss. I’m sorry.
Shenzawa looked at me in the dark, and he turned his hand and put an empty gun next to me, and the sound of “pump” scared me.
He throws the gun away and laughs, “You can’t leave me alone. I’m sorry.
I looked at him.
No, I would never trust the love of a drug lord, but I was prepared to die.
Is he actually testing me? Give me a pistol with only one bullet, and if I shoot the only one at him, I’ll take his test.
I will not aim the gun at him, but I will cry to you, and hold his hand and say, “The little condensers will not leave the boss.” I’m sorry.
I won’t do anything uncertain.
Shen Zai left me and Chen alone, but he was not one of those who turned back, and took a new kind of poison and put my hand over him.
“If you’re protecting her, of course I’ll have to be nice. It’s the most expensive one you can buy. I’m sorry.
I opened my eyes and I started to struggle.
No way.
I can’t destroy a shiny girl myself.
I cried, “No, do not do this, please…”
Shen Zed, despite my struggles, poured that pipe of liquid into my mind.
The hateful eyes of Chen are staring at us.
19
The syringe fell on the floor, and suddenly my eyes were empty.
Vanity, helplessness, chaos.
I’ve been locked up in my room for days, afraid to go out to see people, afraid to look at people who hate me once I get out, even though I know people don’t care about me.
Chen must hate me.
Although I’ve been thinking about the blood of drug dealers since I was a child to the ordinary people, there’s always a feeling of envy and contempt, but that feeling has always been blunt and light.
Now the blunt instrument is sharpened and the knife cuts my heart.
You see, it’s only a matter of time before a man in the mud can clean himself up and be hated.
After a while of closure, I went to see Chen, because I was a good man, and the men who were watching me were relaxed and I could walk in the villa.
I brought her with me the medicine and hot meals, skilled in scavenging her, and tore off her mouth duct tape to feed her hot soup.
Chen’s face is a little off, and the spoon is off.
I picked up the spoon in silence, replaced it with a skilled tear and smiled at her, and said, “This is my soup. It’s delicious. You haven’t eaten much in days. You can’t starve yourself. I’m sorry.
Chen’s eyes are full of it. “You’re a tweak, aren’t you? My brother used to tell me that you were more like his sister than I was when he told me that he wanted to hook up with the best-looking boy in his class as your boyfriend and treat you like a sister and protect you in danger. I’m sorry.
Chen Shui once said that I would certainly be good friends with his sister.
But the reality is that Chen mocked: “He is a good old man with a bad heart.” In fact, I hate your crying silk flower, and I hate all the drug dealers and their relatives without distinction. Besides, you look very fond of the drug lord and don’t need any boyfriends. I’m sorry.
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I listened to her in peace, and I touched the hot tub, and I said, “If you hate me, you’ll eat.” I’m sorry.
It is also stubborn and heartless to starve to death.
Stupid thing. Better to die than to live.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Put your hands inside her mouth and feed her hard.
I was staring at you wrongly.
I guess I didn’t think I’d be the same.
I visited her often, and slowly she did not exclude me, and she told me that the plagues had inflicted inhuman persecution on undercover police officers and their families, and that her parents had died “unfortunately” and that she was the only one left in her home because she had escaped at school, but had been tortured.
I looked down, and I remembered Chen’s death, and I was suddenly sad.
Shen Zai has been busy and has been out a lot lately, and I know that he is not doing anything good, but he can’t help himself.
He’s afraid of me, and of course he won’t give me a chance to mess with him.
At night, I began to fall asleep, closed my eyes and the darkness was filled with lies and sorrow.
I couldn’t sleep well, my head was buzzing, the sky was blindfolded, and I really heard someone screaming.
Shen Zai was absent for a few days and the men who were guarding me were relaxed. I pushed the door open. Two people were sleeping.
There were several ideas about blood on the arm of the floor, and the sights were slow, as if they had been injected too much.
I was on fire.
Scrambled him with a stick and knocked him out.
The eyes of Chen were a bit dull, and I cried several times, and she returned to her eyes, red, but she was holding on to the tears and climbed up and kicked the man several times.
I saw a camera next to it.
It’s broken with a stick.
Turn around and pull up the thought, just one word:
Run. I’m sorry.
21
The usual methods used by drug dealers are video-taping and sending them to the police.
I accidentally interrupted them, and now is the best time for me to stand up and roll out of a wall with my thoughts, when everyone is surprised.
I can’t take it anymore.
I observe the environment every day and have set out the best route to escape in my heart, and I know the terrain around it too well, driving Chen through the forest.
When I arrived by a cliff, I asked her, “Will you climb? I’m sorry.
It took me a long time to say, “A little bit.” I’m sorry.
And I found her a vine: “This is not a very high cliff, so you can climb down with it, in this direction, and walk in the way, avoiding, and no one should believe.” Go to the nearest police station and ask for help, then go to the hospital and get meds. I’m sorry.
Drug addicts use needles. Who knows if they have any AIDS, hepatitis B, virus.
Chen won’t let go. “What about you? I’m sorry.
I’m…
I couldn’t walk away, I ran away, Shen Zed went crazy.
And the people behind us will be able to catch up soon, both of them, one of them, and I intend to continue to draw those people forward.
And We turned away from her, and pulled away her hair from her forehead, and looked her in the eye: “Ah, sister Chen, there is no more pain in her addiction, neither can you give in to it, nor can you do it once.” Some things, only zero and countless times. I’m sorry.
She laughed, “You don’t understand. It’s too hard. But you’re right. I won’t give in to drugs. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, there was a fire in her eyes and she was determined and she wanted to take me away.
I took a step back from her, looked her in the eye, and I kept my head running, and my fingertips of hair were hanging on the side of the road, giving the wolf dogs that came after her a little bit of the odour.
Running tired, starting to walk, walking nowhere.
Seeing the good-looking daisies on the side of the road, they look good, they pick up a bunch of sticks, they’re yellow, they’re kind of like oily.
How could I not understand that feeling?
My parents are very addictive.
22
The baby almost died, the childhood was dark, and it was not until I grew up, I became strong, I met the teacher who encouraged me and guided me, so I stopped being addicted.
There are things that cannot be subjugated at once.
I’m holding on to those daisies, and I’m sorry I couldn’t put on my little bouquet for Officer Chan’s funeral.
Several dogs called me out of my memory, and I stood in the middle of little wild flowers and watched them surround me.
When Shen Zheishian dust servants came back, their faces seemed so heavy that they would shoot me at any moment. He grabbed my wrist, pulled me in the face, and didn’t look at me.
He’s got long legs, and I can’t keep up.
Put me in the back of a car parked on a hill road, and a group quickly withdrew from this exposed site.
It appears that they did not follow Chen, and she fled safely.
Shen Ze put me in the car seat by my neck, and the long rage finally broke out, as if the cold eye was really watching me die and taking it off.
I never resisted.
Can’t breathe, it’s getting tough.
Shen Zai ended up losing his strength when I was suffocating at the last minute, as if he were the one who had the right to live and kill, and he was like a defeated surrenderer, and he took me in his arms and said, “Sorry,” and then turned his face, staring at my eyebrow.
“You want to leave me again?”
I’ve been so mad and so close to him that I buried his neck in his arms that I felt wrong: “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to run. I just felt sorry for Chen. I couldn’t help but let her go. But I didn’t run. I was standing there waiting for you. I’m sorry.
I’m not going to regret it.
I’m so ashamed, I’m afraid of nature.
But he did not do it with his own hands, and the death of the Chen Shih family and other police officers, as well as the blood that I had shed in my wrists.
I feel like I deserve this guy.
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Shen Zai smiled, “You’ll have to remember for the rest of your life when someone else’s finger’s a little better. I’m sorry.
I shrunk my hand.
He took those daisies out of my hand, and I watched him nervously.
Shen Zai had unexpectedly driven the car to the cemetery and threw the daisies into an unknown tablet.
The car was parked by the side, and I saw the gravekeepers pick up the wild flowers on the ground, a fog and eventually throw them into the trash can. Maybe because it’s wild flowers, it’s not much like a proper ritual.
I’m bored.
And Shen Zawa took hold of my face, and made it seem as though he had made it seem to me, saying, “Look, they do not care about you at all. I’m sorry.
“That woman, she ran off on her own and eventually left you alone. She hates you. Those cops, that’s a little bit good for you, just to use you. I’m sorry.
He likes to hold me in his lap, to sit in front of him, to touch my head, to follow my long hair, to gently touch my face, to rub my lips in my ear, and to say to me softly:
“Girl, you’re always different from them. You’re a drug dealer’s daughter. They can’t accept you completely. We’re the same. Only I will leave you alone. I’m sorry.
“Don’t ever think about leaving me, Zing. I’m sorry.
His eyes were dazzled and his dark eyes were tumbled and he was envious.
24
I’m locked up again, and this time I’m locked up in a new place, Shen Ze, and I’ll be back every night.
In the dark room, I was asked over and over again:
“Dude, did you love me?”
And I’m shaking, and I’m saying again and again, “Goldie loves the boss.” I’m sorry.
In exchange for his hysteria.
He doesn’t like to hear the truth, he’s going crazy again.
It’s hard.
I’m locked up so I don’t know what it is this evening, I can only feel the weather getting cold, the winter coming up, and the time is going so fast.
Unwittingly, she heard Shen Ze told those under his command to take the hostages to an abandoned warehouse and to inform Ye Qing to save them.
I’m Witton.
It seems I haven’t seen anyone in a long time.
And when Shenzawa left, I was in the room, as usual, and the doctor came in midway and injected me with a drug that inhibited my strength, and I let him put it in.
“Do you have a problem with me? I’m sorry.
“or.” I’m thinking, “Do you hate cops and people who are involved with them?” I’m sorry.
It’s too late to say anything.
And I said to him, “Why did you take off your powder and step back when you were a cop?” What do you think of the school teacher who trained you out? What about your parents?
“Shut up. I’m sorry.
It’s too late for that face.
Oh, he’s finally mad.
“Do I deserve the country, do I deserve it? He left one sentence and left.
It’s good to be a man, to be angry, to be weak and to be retrograde.
His parents are his soft spot, and he is angry when he says that the country is his backside.
I cried out to him, “I want to go to the grave and give me some ass.” I’m sorry.
The river looked to me in doubt and wondered why I had made such an apparently rejected request.
25
I’m not in a hurry to explain.
A roll of paintings, a little red flower.
There’s an old RMB in the painting roll for $800.
The day I finally got rid of the drug addiction, the old teacher was so excited to go through his pocket and turn all the money out of my body, for a total of $800, and he said he wanted to reward me and buy me sugar.
800 dollars is a big sum for a child who can buy a lot of sugar, get tired of it and never have to envy others.
I went to the candy store with the huge money, but I was so upset, I didn’t want to buy it, and I ran back.
As soon as I got back, I saw the old teacher shoot Shenzawa, who was going to take over the group, and my father took a bullet and then the old man was killed.
I cried and watched the old people die.
Everyone thought that my father had been killed on the spot, but when he was taken home, he returned to the light and left a breath, asking me to call a doctor to save him.
I closed the door and watched indifferent that he had not been provided with a timely cure, as my mother did when she died.
I didn’t buy a single candy.
It’s been a long time, and when you pull it out, it looks a little old.
Paintings, little red flowers, $800, that’s all I got. When they fled, they packed and ran, and they were brought with them every time they changed places.
Shenzawa was right. I am a little bit of a missing suture. I want to treasure it for a lifetime.
It also seems to me precious to anyone who calls me the best in my life and who has not received much in total.
26
And We squeezed the $800, and said to Jiang, “Let’s go first to the flower shop and buy the most beautiful ash, and then to the cemetery, and then come back, and not anywhere else, so beware.” I’m sorry.
Shen Ze came back to know he took me out and had to skin him.
I hit him in the face: “I haven’t been there to sacrifice him since Inspector Chen died. He was a good man, and your parents were seriously ill and couldn’t pay for their medicine, or he was sneaking out of the bed without any escorts and Chen wanted to go. I’m sorry.
The river was too late to look at me in shock.
He was never aware of this, when he had infiltrated a drug cartel, and the frequent transmission of information would put him in danger, so that they were doing good.
“If you’re worried about me running away, you can bring more of that inhibitor. I can’t fight you. I’m sorry.
“But I didn’t have the key to the handcuffs.” I’m sorry.
I grabbed the wire I had hidden long ago, and I took the handcuffs off.
I’ll have a lot of stuff.
And until he turns back, I’m going out there and I’m going to crush his remorse: “When I get back, I can cuff myself. Shen Zai won’t find out. If you turn your back now, I’ll crash into the wall. I’m sorry.
I have shamelessly threatened.
At the behest of my forces, the river was afraid to take me out of the door. Most of the others followed Shenzawa, and the rest of them saw him take me away, thinking shenzawa meant nothing but to stop me.
I went to the flower shop to buy a lot of ass, and I couldn’t get one and half.
This 800 bucks, clean money, finally spent out.
At the cemetery, there were several unnamed monuments that could hardly be distinguished from who.
Maybe there’s that old teacher, maybe there’s a case.
I spread the net and put beautiful ass in front of every tablet, and this time I won’t be thrown away by wild flowers.
“Why do you hate cops so much? I’m sorry.
If I wanted to come out, there was always a way out, and I’d been so upset all the way down the road, and I’d be so sharp.
In his eyes, he was disappointed: “When I was born and died for my country, my parents and my family were sick and there was no one to care about. My mother died and I was not allowed to go back to see her last look. I’m sorry.
“It was the drug dealers, Brother Shen and his father who helped us in our most difficult times and gave me hope. I’m sorry.
We listened to him pouring out bitter water.
A calm face, in the words.
“Did you ever wonder why your parents and your family were sick? And when your loved ones were sick, they fell out of the sky and saved you from the fire?”
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The only gift I’ve ever had from growing up in a venom is an eye that breaks the world’s evil and distraught.
I don’t have proof, but I guess it’s true, “You know what?” Not all undercover agents are removed as soon as they are discovered. It’s even more valuable to bring people like you together. I’m sorry.
“How do you pull it?” Make trouble for you, put you in trouble, send you a false message, disappoint your country, give you good quality help, make you grateful and work for them. I’m sorry.
“The Bailiwick doesn’t care about your family, the authorities and your superiors are behind it. I’m sorry.
The river’s eyes were soared that they were in shock for so long.
I’m a drape.
He suddenly took a drug and put it in his hand very quickly.
This drug took my strength, but not my speed.
And the river fell out of strength and was thrown down on the ground by me, and We took out the handcuffs that were hidden, and handcuffed his hand, and handcuffed him to the new tablet, which was most likely to be Chen.
“Go inside and crush the sewing machine.” I’m sorry.
He scratched his body and sent the police a location, a knife and a few drugs.
I left the painting.
“Please, give this painting to someone. I slap him back and make him listen, “She’s Chen, you should remember. I’m sorry.
He looked at the painting in his hand, turned it upside down, and looked so pale and painfully shrunk.
A living painting, the back, an encouraging sign written by the old man in the same line of work, a pen with a pound of air, and a spill:
“To burn, not to rot. I’m sorry.
28
I don’t care anymore. Time’s running out.
I drove straight to Shenzawa’s trap for Yip.
He took the hostages and asked Yeqing to go alone and determined that she could not really go alone, but the abandoned warehouse was filled with explosives and the people who supported it were gone.
And We reached the way of the Qur’an before it.
Watching her drive away in a police car.
One foot to the bottom and head straight for the police car.
The bang almost knocked over the police car.
Yvonne hit her head, but remained vigilant and quickly entered combat, and saw me get out of the car and in a moment a little bit.
I held my forehead, and I softly snuggled at her: “Sir, I’m dizzy. I’m sorry.
Lie down, pretend to faint on her.
She just took it easy. She couldn’t react.
I put a needle in her arm and pushed her to the ground. Ye Qing looked at me incredibly: “What do you want to do?”
I finally made it clear: “Señor Ip, the warehouse is too dangerous. I’ll go for you.” I’m sorry.
Yelp holds my hand: Zen Zing, this is not what you should do. I’m sorry.
I shake my head and say no.
A tear fell out of the blue.
Tears are still low. They cry when they’re touched, and a little care is moved.
I cried and changed her clothes, and said: “I’m sorry, Officer Ip. I know I don’t deserve to wear them, and I should not return them to you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I left that little red flower in my chest, and I finally looked at her.
The police car headed for the abandoned warehouse.
29
When I got to the place, a couple of people were watching the warehouse and asked me to get out and walk.
They were far from seeing police cars and uniforms, and could not tell who.
I didn’t pay attention to them. The gas door went down and went straight to the iron door.
I drove in the car and ran deep into the warehouse, and I had to stop when my tire was stung, and I called Shenzawa, crying:
Shen Ze, I’m in that warehouse right now. I’m sorry.
It’s me, it’s me, it’s the warehouse, it’s what I do.
The silence was silent for a long time, and suddenly the phone was smashed.
I watched the call frame shut off, my head just stomped, and it was a bit dazed.
At last, a few doorkeepers came in, all of them at the bottom, and they didn’t know me, but they only recognized me as not Yvonne.
They pulled me out and pulled my hair at my bitch, “You’re not Yvonne, who the fuck are you?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t have the strength to fight them.
A gunshot was fired, and the hand that pulled my hair was shot.
Then Shen Ze came, and he fell upon the ground with a slap, and his voice was cold: “Who will let you touch her?”
The little brother begged for forgiveness, and the Shenzawa gun fell on his head and fell.
Then the gun moved to my forehead, and I was staring at it.
The sound of explosions continued, while the rest of the population panicked and ran outside.
Shen Zai went inside, towards me, and the pistol was put on my chin, and I was forced to look up to him, “What am I going to do with you?”
People are dying to think about it.
The maximum amount of explosives is about to explode, and neither I nor he will survive.
I would never do something uncertain.
Now that I’m here and I’m sure I’ll kill him, I’ve changed the timer for the explosives. I’ve got a lot of stuff.
The explosives exploded early and none of them were able to escape.
Shen Zai must have known it was dangerous, but he came.
I’ve come here to squeeze my face with my teeth, and I’ve been asking about all that old-fashioned crap, red-eyed shit, and a little bit of frustration: “Girl, do you love me?” I’m sorry.
I’m not crying at a time like this, I’m indifferent, for the first time and for the last time.
“No one should love a drug dealer. I’m sorry.
He knows.
Shen Zai smiles, caressing my hair for a second. I’m sorry.
I was cold-blooded, and I stabbed him in the heart, and said, “Strike.” To prevent you from dying again. I’m sorry.
“But Coon, look, you’re still dying with me. * He’s trapped in my arms, laughing a little crazy *
Blood stained my white hand with the handle.
I look.
In a flash of fire, the sound of a huge explosion went off.
It’s over.
I don’t know.
Extra 1 Yeh-Cing Perspective
Before she first met Zing, Ye Qing thought she was a woman with a large waist, because she was told she had taken down a bunch of people alone.
As a result, there was an incredible little girl sitting in the interrogation room.
Large eyes, light pupils, cold white skins, five fine, soft, as if they were luminous, reminiscent of the fragile of the city.
Her hands were injured, her grass was covered and her blood was percolated. The little girl didn’t scream at all, listened to her in a quiet and good manner, saw the bottom of her eyes, but you couldn’t see what she was thinking.
She was very careful and left Yvonne with a lot of promises and no promises.
Until Yvonne found out she was shaking, the reaction was familiar, and she had friends who were often in the dark, which was low blood sugar.
Yvonne took out the sugar in his pocket and gave it to Zen.
It’s been a while.
Only one, sweetly smiled, “Thank you, Officer Yip. I’m sorry.
When you look down, the tears don’t come down.
In the dark, she pressed the wound hard, blood infiltrated the gauze, and she wiped her tears with skill and without explanation: “I accidentally touched the wound, it hurts. I’m sorry.
It’s because of the pain.
It was not until later, a little in-depth, that Ye Qing realized that young girls were hiding themselves too sensitive to be moved.
A child without love, who has suffered too much since he was a child, has been left full of frustrations and obscurities, and a little bit of detail can be the last straw to crush a man and make her shed tears.
In order not to look too gruesome, too cheap, to hide.
Zen was timid because of the lack of security from childhood.
Zing can’t stop crying because it’s too much.
Zen is not good because she has her own heart.
Even though she’s never been so well-covered, it’s as if she’s too low because of the development of the tear glands.
One sugar, let the little crybaby loose and ask how much Ipqing’s bonus is.
Numerous times have since come to question whether Zeng Zhuang is the daughter of a drug dealer or perhaps a bad breed and does not deserve such trust.
Yvonne thinks.
How bad can a girl who can turn against a sugar?
I don’t know.
Extra 2 Perceptions
After Shen Zai ‘ s death, the crowd removed the forces that had hidden him on the basis of clues left by Zeng. This time it’s really dead.
Both dead.
He was also found when he was handcuffed to the cemetery, and when he was found, he fell down on his knees and was taken away and insisted on seeing Chen.
Chen Tim went to see him and he handed her a painting.
He said, “This is the only thing her mother left for her, and now she leaves you.” I’m sorry.
“Did she say anything else?” Chen said.
“No more. I’m sorry.
Chen thought carefully of the painting, turned around and saw the words on it, and suddenly understood the purpose of the condensation.
Every day, while the drug treatment unit was suffering from addiction, Chen looked at the painting, and the line passed by.
The treatment went well, and she came out very quickly, and suddenly she was confused, wondering where she was going and what she was doing.
In a few months, it was as if a big dream had broken away from reality and she was not herself in the past.
Chen’s face is a bit more tenacious today.
She took the urn urn.
With the exception of Shen Ze, no one knew the condensation better than Yip Qing and dug into her life before she planned to turn her back on it, and later became in contact with her for a long time.
Yip Qing said that Zeng Zing often walked home from school and watched pasters enviously.
A dream can’t have a single one, a few family members, a small house and a vegetable.
I’m sure it’s only Grandpa and Grandma who haven’t met before. Even though she never said it, Yip told Chen that Zing wanted to see them.
Chen’s ashes, which were condensed, found her mother’s home in difficult circumstances and asked many questions before she knew that her grandfather and grandmother had died.
Grandma died normally, and her grandfather, a former civilian police officer, later became a drug police officer, perhaps because of her daughter.
He died in one mission, and one of them was his.
After her mother left, the old teacher with whom she grew up, she infiltrated into the room to be an undercover grandfather.
A good old man, brave and everything.
I didn’t know it was her family.
Like, she was sorry to die for wearing a green leaf dress, and she was weak in her bones because she was a drug dealer’s daughter.
“Don’t be sorry. You’re good. You’re good. I’m sorry.
I can’t help it.
The death of a family member, along with this inexplicable sadness, has finally erupted and tears have been lost.
She hated it the first time she saw Zing, the girl who had never seen her brother.
The first time I saw Zentang, it was really annoying, it was her favorite kind of Zinghua.
But why, there’s no such person as Zhuong.
One glance at the past is delicate and fragile.
Look deep inside, strong and brave.
Look deep, it’s delicate.
Chen Zhen was buried in his hometown.
In a mountain of water, the tablets will grow and die with the years and the seasons will change, everything will grow old and the story will eventually be forgotten.
The Chinese are very good at subtle romance.
A few large words on the tablet, a pen and a snake, are not easily eroded by the wind:
“Flames, not decay! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
“Cradle, it’s spring again. Shouldn’t it be a lot of oil? I’m sorry.
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Half moon.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
