My lover is delusional.
He thought I was his enemy, his enemy, the one he hated most.
I’m with him day after day.
Until one day, I couldn’t do it.
I diagnosed cancer.
One.
Back home, the house was dark.
I put down my bag, take off my shoes, put my hands on the wall, and slowly touch.
At the moment, a plate came at me.
I got my head crossed, I got away.
Lights up.
The man on the stairs looked at me faceless.
“You know how to come back. I’m sorry.
“…”
I laughed and walked towards him.
Reach out and hold him.
“Can you stop acting like a sad little daughter-in-law, Lindsey?”
And there was a fragrance upon him, and We took it as though We could make it easy for him.
But no, he still hates my eyes.
Two.
The lanterns of the crystal locket shine the thin light.
But the living room with the lights on is so cold that the man sitting next to me is not warm.
I put the tablet on my knees and showed him a page by page.
“Look, our wedding, can I wear this?” I’m sorry.
“It’s a skirt design, made of mermaid tails. I’m sorry.
“It’s so beautiful, like the flow of light has slipped over it. I’m sorry.
“I also love this. The veil is designed by the stars, just like the one you used to show me.”
A laugh interrupted my words.
He looked up and looked straight at me.
“Do we have a past? I’m sorry.
I’d love to tell the people in front that we have a lot of good memories.
But I’m always seen in front of me as the worst of all.
He cut my chin and kissed me on the lips.
The cold lines contain a bit of wanton enticing, elegant and dark.
“Good boy, give me the medicine.”
3
Lin-Shu listens to me.
It’s because I have something he’s thirsty for.
If he had looked at the internal reports of the Bureau several years earlier, he would have found that his name appeared in the column on drug recognition and injury in the service.
Lin-Shu was a drug addict during undercover.
After the end of his undercover career, he developed paranoid psychosis.
It’s paranoia.
He classified almost everyone around him as an enemy, including me.
Including, he used to say, “Favorite to protect me.”
The man who was gentle was long gone and dragged into hell, looking at me like a cold cave for a thousand years.
The bedroom light was dark, and I dragged his collar, and he looked calm when I was under him.
And when he was addicted, he was pure as a high god.
And all those who snuff their mouths are pleased.
I leaned over to kiss him, and he fell down.
He touched it in my chest pocket and found the syringe.
Skilled in his right arm.
I don’t know.
This syringe is a drug to him.
It’s not, it’s a psychopharmaceutical that contains tranquilizers. It’s for him.
Detoxification cannot take place overnight, but has to be reduced slowly.
I suddenly realized why he hated me so much.
Because, in his eyes.
I’m not his closest lover.
I’m the one who got him addicted.
And hanged him with a little drugs every day…
Bad guys.
4
I had a dream.
Dreams a few years ago when Lindsey was undercover.
And I went to him on the night of peace, and we passed through people, but we could only see one another under the cover of the newspapers.
He put his hands in his pocket and leaned on the fence without bones.
Lin Shu is so handsome and bad-looking that the little girl next to him doesn’t look at him.
He whistled at those two girls in front of me.
I kicked him.
He squeezed, he squeezed me.
“Honey, I have to do the whole set. I’m sorry.
He’s starting to smell like a triad, but his eyes are clear.
The sound of the Christmas song was crossed, he leaned on his head, and he had a laugh in his mouth.
“Three years later, three years later, and three years later. I’m sorry.
That’s the line in The Innocence, our favorite police bandit.
He crosses his head, crosses the mirror of the glass and meets my eyes.
“When will I marry you?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I dropped the paper and passed with him.
“When the mission is done, you marry me. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
After the mission, I didn’t wait for him to marry me.
The next morning, when I woke up, there was no one around.
Of course I know he hates me and doesn’t want to be in bed with me.
I just went downstairs and I couldn’t find him anywhere.
I turned every place in the house. I couldn’t find him.
I called my friends and my hands were shaking.
There’s no shadow of him anywhere.
I held my head and got down.
I’ve been doing this lately, and it hurts when I think about things.
I can’t find his focus.
I even wanted my colleagues from the Bureau to check it out.
The beating heart got warmer until a pair of white shoes appeared in front of me.
“What are you doing? I’m sorry.
The sound lines are still cold and useless.
Linshu is not Linshu, but Linshu.
It’s just a man with a paltry face who can’t get back together with the big boy in his memory.
I stand up and hold him.
I don’t know why, I love hugging him.
It’s like that I can keep my temperature on his body even though he never hugged me back.
“I thought you were gone, Lin-Shu.”
He took a step back and pushed me away without a trace.
“I’m just going to water it. I’m sorry.
“…”
I smiled, and I hit my ears with my hair.
“What do you want to eat at night? I’ll do it for you.”
“Don’t lie, you won’t let me out of the door. I’m sorry.
He interrupted me and picked up a book from the table and went upstairs.
Lin Shu was prevented from leaving the house for fear of reprisals from the remnants of drug-trafficking organizations he had been waiting for.
The more it gets, the more it gets.
He was like a pigeon in a cage.
I hate you more.
5
I went to the hospital and did a full body check.
The headaches have been getting worse in the last few days. I was not a person who used to love to run to the hospital.
I’m afraid if I leave, no one will take care of him.
He’s going to suffer in hell alone, and at least I’m here, and I’ll be with him in hell.
Lindsey lives in hell.
His shrink told me when he diagnosed Lindsey with paranoia.
He kept pushing me away because he thought he wasn’t worthy of me.
The drug dealer let him check, he smoked, he had to.
A policeman was addicted.
This is Lindsey’s hell.
I can’t pull him out, but I can stay with him.
It’s still a while before the inspection report comes out, and on the way home, I bought, besides the food, a bowl of stars.
During his undercover work, Lin-Suk sent me flowers.
We can’t send them to my real address. They send them to our secret base.
Lin-Shu’s words are not good, yet he persists in writing small cards on flowers.
Up there is a short love story.
“I’m sorry I didn’t write well, or I’ll write you the moon. I’m sorry.
“I went to see the sunset today, and one out of ten looks good without you. I’m sorry.
“The wind on the lake tells me I miss you. I’m sorry.
Zhang Yuen, seriously, I missed you so much. I’m sorry.
“…”
I can imagine that scene, where he’s damp under a drug cartel.
Tilt your head, lean against the window, and write down these obnoxious words.
And then I looked and laughed, and I put it in the flowers.
Six.
I don’t know what happened these past few days.
Downstairs at the door of the house, several luxury cars were parked.
I hold the stars, and when I see the doors open, I feel like ice.
I kept telling myself to breathe deep, but the brain was like a blunt pain, so I grabbed the door frame.
Three or two men in black and sunglasses stood at the door.
On my couch, sitting on a woman.
“Professor Jiang, even if you are a police officer, trespassing is illegal. I’m sorry.
And We slowly set the stars by the gates, and spoke to the woman on the couch.
And she’s scrumptious and scrumptious.
“Unlawful detention is also illegal and you are no longer a police officer, Miss Chang. I’m sorry.
“…”
I mean, she broke into my house. She means, I locked Lin-soo in the house and restricted his freedom.
Jiang Ting, the only precious daughter of the Director of Public Security of the city of Haneyang, is also my…
She likes Lin Shu too.
“I’m taking Lin Shu away. I’m sorry.
She lifted her chin and blew her eyes out of her fingernails.
“No way. I’m sorry.
I stood up to the tea table and watched her dead.
“What’s impossible? The Bureau agrees that you cannot afford Linshu treatment. His condition hasn’t improved while you’re here. I’m sorry.
“and I have the best medical resources, the best psychiatrist, he can get the best at me…”
“I’m his lover. I’m sorry.
I interrupted her.
Women finally looked up at me, and the fine makeup fell down full of disdain.
“Who knows? He didn’t marry you. Lindsey didn’t marry you. I’m sorry.
“He said he would marry me. I’m sorry.
“But he hates you now. Look…
A woman pulled a knife out of her pocket and put it against my neck.
Turn me to the stairwell where Lindsey is slowly coming down.
The man looked at Eten with no face and put the knife around my neck.
“You see, even if I killed you here, he wouldn’t have reacted. I’m sorry.
It’s like strangling my neck and saying, “Look, your conscience is being fed to dogs.”
How good am I to Lindsey? I almost gave him my heart.
But when I was threatened with my life, he didn’t even look at me.
It’s like you’ve done so much, it’s useless.
Then do more.
This is my deal with Lin-Shu. We agreed not to give up on each other.
Whenever.
My hand slowly grabs the blade.
Of course she didn’t really want to hurt me.
“I won’t let you take Lin-Shu away. I’m sorry.
She was in silence, and suddenly she laughed.
“Then we’re in a fair competition. I’m sorry.
“Let Linshu choose, and whoever wins will be with Linshu.” I’m sorry.
“What’s up?”
I don’t know.
Lin-Shu is not an object, and Lin-Shu is not a race.
I sat alone on the couch after they left.
The light in the living room is really not very bright, and a new one should be added.
And I bowed my head until a shadow overtook me, and he stood before me, and his voice was smooth and undeterred.
“They didn’t break into the house. I opened the door and let them in. I’m sorry.
“When that woman put a knife around your neck, I didn’t really think much. I’m sorry.
“…”
Lin Shu seems to know how to stick a knife in my heart.
And I looked up and looked at him, and I was revealed from his dark eyes, so hasty.
I asked him gently.
“So you want to go with her, right?”
“…”
He didn’t return my words.
Yes, for Lin-soo, being taken away by Jiang-Ting is simply jumping from one cage into another.
But he didn’t know he was a cage.
The Day of the Darkness of the heavens shall be a torment.
7
I’m just trying to make Lin Shu happy.
Anyway, I rarely saw him laugh.
I put on a bear hood that I bought a long time ago and he frowned and asked me what I was.
I bought this with you a long time ago.
But you forgot, Lindsey.
The light changes in pieces, and through the fog that rises, I seem to be able to return seven years ago.
You weren’t an undercover. We went to the night market to buy this.
You laughed at me and dressed like a fool. I kicked your ass.
And suddenly you take a smile and lean over and kiss me.
I don’t know.
A lot of things you forgot, Lindsey.
I looked at the man in front of me, and the tofu in the pot was still spinning.
“Smiling, Lindsey. I’m sorry.
His eyes were on my face, and his words were cold.
“You die in front of me, I’ll show you. I’m sorry.
“…”
Here we go again.
Lin Shu hates me, and his hate is still erratic.
For example, he could still have looked at me the day before, and he would hate to strangle me the next day.
Just like now, he’s starting to hate me again.
As a rule, Lindsey sleeps early.
I finished writing his daily medical records, and when I was going to bed, it was past twelve.
Lin Shu sleeps sensitive to light, and I usually don’t turn on the lights to wake him up.
I held the wall and thought about him.
His emotional volatility is beginning to increase again, which is a sign of deterioration.
At times when he imagines in great measure what does not exist, he drives himself mad again.
He can’t take any more pills, or he’ll have to come up again, but the shrink who was supposed to come tomorrow…
It’s not over yet. I’m being pulled into my arms.
I can tell from the dark light that my eyes fit in, so I can tell from the scavenging moonlight that I am not a thief.
It’s Lindsey.
The man’s heavy breath hit me in the ear.
“Why aren’t you sleeping? I’m sorry.
I tried to put my voice on the pacifier, hit his hand and was thrown away.
He squeezed my wrist so hard, he held me to death.
Rough thumbs, scratch my neck.
“Why inject me with drugs? I’m sorry.
He asked me that.
Why are you giving me drugs?
Does he want to make the tone of his questioning harsh?
How helpless he was when he said that.
In order to reach out to the inside of the drug-trafficking organization and to gain the trust of the demons, Lin-Shu stood in a damp and dazed basement, pointing a needle to his arm, day after day, injection, vomiting.
Until he becomes a drug addict who can be trusted by drug dealers.
Although he has fled that hell, he seems to have been left there forever.
His close hands made me hard to breathe, and he looked red and asked me.
“Why inject me with drugs? To keep me with you?”
“You’re selfish. You disgust me. I’m sorry.
You see, he thinks I’m the one who injected him.
I’ve come to feel that my life is really going to pass by the palms of his hand, and I’m having trouble breathing, and I’m coughing up his hand.
“Well, well, I’m not, I’m not…”
I wanted to tell you, I didn’t give you drugs, Lindsey.
I wanted to tell you, it’s over, Lindsey.
But you never listen to me.
Even when I explained the truth to you, the mood got out of hand.
The shrink says you can’t be excited anymore.
You’re on your own, a little recovery.
“Lindu, Lin…”
I got dumped.
I guess I hit the corner of the cupboard with a bit of blunt pain, but all of a sudden it spreads all over my body, and I’m almost dead.
I hold my hand on the back of my head, and the warm, sticky touch should not belong to my body.
I barely stood up and turned on the nightstand light.
The red-eyed blood shatters and I touch the wound with my hands, trying to stop the bleeding.
And the man who just dumped me stood before me.
I looked at him and laughed.
“I’m hurt too. Feeling better, Lindsey? I’m sorry.
“…”
If you stand in hell, then I’ll stand there with you.
Will it make you happy, Lindsey?
8
I went to the hospital to bandage the lower head.
By the way, prepare to take the previous inspection report.
After the report was taken, the doctor explained to me what it represented.
I stood in the hallway of the hospital hall, looking at the crowd.
The brain is still blank.
When I reacted, I just kept that report tight, tight and sweating.
Once upon a time, I felt that my career would give me more time than ordinary people to understand what death means.
Later, my concept of death was to fear Lin Shu’s death.
I’m afraid he’ll be discovered as an undercover.
Afraid he’ll never come back.
And fearing that he would be asked to open the sky and that he would kill himself.
Death is for me not to leave Lin-soo’s world.
But I’m leaving Lin Shu’s world.
It was like a sudden countdown of my life, and I drove in peace to the door and opened the door.
..I saw Jiang Ting hooking Lin-Shu’s shoulder and he didn’t hide.
“Eten, you really think of me as your own. I’m sorry.
I’ll run over and separate them.
The tight string will one day be broken.
I always felt calm, but I ignored that people were calm in situations of extreme anger.
And Eten, he’s got his own curly hair.
“I’m sorry. Like last time, Lin-soo opened the door for me. I’m sorry.
Women walk in front of me, bend and speak in my ear.
“Yan Chang, you forget that Lin-Shu is not the Lin-Shu who said anything to protect you. I’m sorry.
“I blame you for your bad luck. We’re back on the same starting line. I’m sorry.
“This time, I’ve won big. I’m sorry.
…that reminds me of when I was at the academy.
Eten Ting is a flower and she’s following Lin-Shu.
Klinshi, every time, I was behind him.
“I’m telling you, don’t say anything misleading in front of my wife. I’m sorry.
“All I like is Zhang Zhen Yuen, and I gave her my heart, and I gave her all my waist…”
I don’t know.
The sight shakes, and my eyes flow to Lin-Shu, who stands by.
He opened the door for her.
Turns out he’s not gonna turn down Eten.
I suddenly feel like there’s an unprovoked anger in my heart.
I’m the one who’s been looking after you. Why are you pushing me away from me? Why are you looking at me like that?
I’m gonna die, you know Lindsey.
I’ll be sorry, Lindsey.
Don’t you like me the most? Why are you looking at me like that?
Why am I being pushed away, so hate me, so eager to get rid of me?
And We dragged him by the collar of Lin-Shu, and pushed him outside the door.
“Go! Go with Etienne!”
“We’ll never see each other again. I don’t care! I’m sorry.
“I don’t care about you anymore! I’m sorry.
That was the first time that Lin-soo was taken back from the crime scene.
After all these years, no matter what he did to me, what he took me for, I didn’t kill him.
So, behold, it was as if I had seen him lost his mind for a second.
I threw them out of the house and I leaned against the door and I felt my heart beating.
That piece of paper in my pocket, folded in all fours, was smashed in my face.
I put my finger in my hand and covered my head in pain.
Lindsey, I don’t care about you anymore.
I don’t care if you want me to.
9
It’s still playing ’70s and ’80s.
The rain was pouring out of the window and the rain was pouring out of the glass.
“Sweet, medium, low. I’m sorry.
The person sitting next to me, with his eyes closed and his body swayed with the sound.
“In any case, that’s the word. I’m sorry.
I groaned in the high voice of the sound and said:
“Ark, I’m dying. I’m sorry.
The sound shop fell into the silence, and he stood up and looked at me first, and then looked at the paper I had passed.
Half a mile, hearing him breathe.
“Can’t cure it? I’m sorry.
“I’ll cooperate with the treatment, but it’s not very likely. I’m sorry.
“What about Lin Shu? What about him?”
“…”
The people around me were asking me on their foreheads, and I fell into a long silence.
“He’s good. I’m sorry.
“I gave him to someone who could take better care of him. I’m sorry.
All these years, I, and the Bureau, have never stopped treating Lindsey, but one thing I have to admit.
This time, Jiang Ting brought in a psychiatrist better than I thought, a top medical expert.
Yes, it is only a matter of time for me to wait for him to recover, according to the current psychologist in Linshu, if I have been with Linshu.
But I don’t have time.
Fate is like having a big joke with me.
“You’re in trouble, sister. I’m sorry.
The people in front of me have unkindly pierced my lies, my submission.
A canoe, an undercover with Lin Shu.
He wasn’t so deep, so he wasn’t as self-defeating as Lin-Shu. After a few years of work, he retired and opened the sound shop.
I sucked my nose, looked him in the eye and said:
“When I died, I buried my things at the foot of Mount Green, with them. Make my ashes into fireworks and put them in the sky. I’m sorry.
“…”
I’m the one who took things too seriously.
“Come on, sister.
“If you’re dead, you’re dead, what do I tell Lin-Shu? I’m sorry.
“If he recovers his memory, he can’t hurt you? I’m sorry.
Zhang, you have to hold on. You have to hold on to Linshu’s son. I’m sorry.
“and then give him a big fight, the unconscionable…”
It’s a thunderstorm, and it’s blowing up not far.
I don’t know whether to cry or laugh.
When he came home last night, he fell down at the gates, with a terrible headache, and then he lay on the floor, lying down for three hours.
When I woke up, I realized that even in my dream, I was calling Lin Shu’s name and my voice was dumb.
Clint is gone.
The rain pours down our distance until my cell phone rings.
It’s Jiang Ting. I got it.
There was a rush on the phone. I stood up and looked for an umbrella.
What’s going on?
I turned off my phone and looked at him.
“Lindu is missing. I’m sorry.
“Why am I still trying so hard to find him?” I’m sorry.
10
Linshu has a very serious heart-related paranoid psychosis.
I’m afraid he’ll look at the truck coming at him as a cloud, and I’m afraid he’ll look at his barrel as a delicious ice cream cone.
The world is ordinary for all people, and it is possible for him to be in crisis.
That’s one of the reasons I kept him locked up.
I and Jiang Ting’s men joined the band, and then checked it 100 miles from her house.
When I was at the police station, the biggest job I did was to find the missing people.
But I didn’t know then that someone important to me would be so confused.
He ran in the rain with an umbrella, and then he threw it away.
The heart kept beating, and the sight ran through one neon after another.
I said I’d leave him alone. I asked myself over and over again what I was doing.
Just this once, just this once, just this once.
Because it was as if I had seen a familiar figure, and I was moving forward, but I hit a bike from the corner.
Don’t kill yourself! I’m sorry.
I was run over by the side of the road, strangling into rain, rubbing my skin along the road and causing a hot and hot pain.
At this point, my head began to faint again, and I covered my forehead and adapted to my blurry vision.
I wanted to get up, but I couldn’t stand up many times and fell in the rain, and the guy couldn’t see me moving, and he even rode out.
“It’s none of my business. You broke the red light yourself. I’m sorry.
“…”
And then it seemed like I saw a figure standing by my knees.
“Hey, how did you do that, little fool? I’m sorry.
That was when Lindsey and I were partners at the police station.
He was also a fugitive. He hit me on the back of the back with a beer bottle 100 metres away.
His body was gone.
It’s still raining. Cold rain comes in my collar.
I stood up and looked for hours without a clue.
I couldn’t find her until I saw her, and I was afraid that her men might be negligent, so I wanted to call her.
It doesn’t work.
I have to go back to where I was and get cold.
I don’t think I’ll be able to hide from the cold until I unplug the sleeves inside.
My head hurts, it’s going to explode. I’m going to go to Eten’s base camp and get me some hot water.
But before I got there, I heard talking.
“Imbecile, that woman won’t be looking all the time. I’m sorry.
“Let her find it in the rain. Does she know she’s the most invisible?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
They found Lin Shu.
But no one told me.
Everyone looked at me with laughter, and I walked in the yard with those eyes, where Eten handed a towel to Lin-Shu.
Looks like Lin Shu doesn’t hate Jiang Ting as much as he hates me.
I think I’ve been out looking for him for so long.
It’s like I’m a lot quieter in the yard because of my arrival.
My clothes were covered in mud and my hair was wet, and suddenly I remembered how bad it was when Lindsey was rescued.
That day, too, on a bike, it rained on the road because I fell several times because of the news.
Nor does he blame Lin-Shu, who opened his eyes to me, and his hair was wet and sticky, and he came up and jumped in his arms.
That’s why he hated me so much.
I went down and down to the man standing in the garden.
I always felt like I had a lot to say to him.
But when it comes to talking, it makes no sense.
So I just lifted my toes and touched his head.
“Imbecile Lindsey. I’m sorry.
“Don’t ever meet again in the next life. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
In the early spring of the last snowfall, Jiang Ting invited the best psychotherapist for Lin Shu.
In the middle of the afternoon, Lin-Shu was lying on a couch and hypnotized.
“Well, the first question I ask you is, how do you think your addiction got infected? I’m sorry.
The doctor pulled the plywood, and Lin-Shu thought the problem was retarded.
Of course that woman got it on him. Why else would he hate her so much?
“Do you think the reason you hate Zhang Yuen is because she injected you? I’m sorry.
That’s a strange question. He’s not always right.
Until the doctor warns him.
“Or is it because you hate her that you think she injected you? I’m sorry.
For the first time, Lin-Shu’s eyes revealed confusion.
The doctor closed the record book and laughed at him.
“This is the end of our first treatment, Mr. Lin. You can remember what we talked about today. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
The second treatment was in the morning of a smoked rain.
The doctor pushed him into a box containing three needles.
“This time, we split into three sessions, and I hear you had another drug addiction last night, Mr. Lin, a needle that will ease your pain and help you remember. I’m sorry.
“Well, the question I’m asking you is, when was the first time you took drugs? I’m sorry.
Is the process of psychotherapy painful?
Lin-Shu did not know that he only knew that every time he remembered the issue, he suffered.
The same question had been asked by Zhang Zhang in the past, but he had a hard time holding his head, and she had moved the subject with great pain.
At this point, however, the doctor in front of him apparently did not want to spare him.
If Zhang Yuen had given him drugs, the first time he had smoked should have been her.
The blunt pain in the head came and there was a blurry image.
Kobayashi, first time? I told you you had to. I’m sorry.
Look at him as if he was a dark, damp basement, surrounded by several people.
They danced and the straw was forced into his eyes.
He was snorted and his stomach was snorting.
Later, later…
His consciousness has fallen into the drowsy darkness.
I don’t know.
Today is May 5th, Rysummer.
It was as if there were no signs of it, and Zhang sat on his bed, touching his head.
I shaved my head for surgery.
“I still don’t get it. I’m sorry.
The canoe holds its arms and leans on her bed.
“Why didn’t you give Lin Shu a big fight? I’m sorry.
It was the last night she saw him.
And she knew that she would never see you again.
She smiled and kicked her ass.
“You don’t know shit, man’s death is good. I’m sorry.
The canoes touch their heads, suck their noses, shake their heads.
“I don’t get it. What, you just love Lin Shu so much? I’m sorry.
The canoe was in her pocket and looked at the girl whose head had been shaved.
In fact, she’s had a lot of pain these days, and the nights are often sore that she can’t sleep.
Is that how you love Lindsey?
Zhang Zhang Zhen was also thinking about this issue and, in many cases, Lin Qi was strangled and looked at her with cold eyes.
Actually, she loved Lin-Shu like that.
I like whatever you become.
That was a long time ago when she wrote to Linshu’s card.
Now she really did.
I don’t know.
The third treatment, the acupuncture gradually overflows the afternoon porch.
“I’ve been dreaming lately. I’m sorry.
Lin-Shu is on his forehead. This is his first time talking to a doctor.
The doctor raised his eyebrow and looked at him.
“Can you elaborate on what you dream about?” I’m sorry.
“…”
Nothing but killing, setting fire.
In his dream, he’s an organization pony.
It should be said that he slowly climbed up from a pony’s position.
He began to gain the trust of the boss there, and the price of being trusted was to get all kinds of drugs.
He took drugs in front of those people and touched his teeth, and one day he began to find himself pale as though he were dead.
He, on the other hand, obtained significant information on the organization of the transaction on that day.
He smoked too much poison, and then saw a man in a white dress.
The wedding dress.
He remembers who he promised to marry.
But…
Look at the thick needle holes on his arm.
Is he really qualified?
I don’t know.
“You’re all right, you’re all right, don’t cry. I’m sorry.
“Don’t cry, breathe, the doctor will be here soon. I’m sorry.
A canoe close to the girl.
However, the girl in bed was still shaking and the blood was flowing along her seven-tips.
She kept wailing, and she said she was in pain.
She never cried when she was a cop and was beaten on the floor by a criminal.
How much does it hurt?
I don’t know.
“I don’t want to die. I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to die. What should I do, Lindsey?”
She thought he was someone else.
After the operation, she was lying in bed.
He kept shouting a name.
“Lindu. I’m sorry.
Lin Shu…
I don’t know.
Fourth treatment.
It was the last syringe the doctor pushed him.
The doctor said that the tube was more useful than the first two tubes and could help him remember what was really hidden in the depths.
That’s the most painful thing for him.
He turned his head and didn’t feel anything more painful than the situation.
So, the needle slows in.
He saw a man after a moment of consciousness.
He thought the pain was for him.
It’s just a dark-day basement, with a knife to the blood of his colleagues, and his own slow addiction.
But none. He just saw the rain.
A man stood under a lamp, reached out and touched his head.
“Imbecile Lindsey. I’m sorry.
“Don’t ever meet again in the next life. I’m sorry.
The heart was sorely constricted for a moment.
Why, it hurts.
Why, it hurts like that.
Well, he hates her the most.
He stood there and remembered a long time ago when she came home and held him.
He remembered once when he pushed her away and then she fell on the nightstand and broke it.
The red blood pierced his eyes like a sharp knife and cut him.
But in the end, he didn’t lift her.
But in the end, his tone was not even soft.
He finally drove her away.
As you wish.
I don’t know.
Zhang Yuen had a dream in his bed.
She and Lin Shu met once a year anyway.
The two lovers finally had a chance to see each other.
That was on a subway.
Early peaks, people rushing.
In the process of crowding and crowding, she was held in the arms of one person.
The wrist was squeezed three times. It was the code that was agreed.
Lindsey was right behind her and coughed.
Linshu doesn’t smoke, but he’s already covered in thin tobacco gas.
“The next deal is at the Song Bar. I’m sorry.
In the moving car, she grabbed his wrist.
“You or did you fight? I’m sorry.
She softly asked him.
He had a few little needle holes in his wrist.
The subway passed through the tunnel, and he was silent for a moment, under the screen of the running billboard brakes.
And then a little woo-woo.
Pushed her wrists and followed people down the subway.
I don’t know.
Zhang Yan-Yi! Wake up! Hold on! I’m sorry.
Someone pushed her bed and called her name.
She opened her eyes and found a blur in her vision. Oh, as the doctor said at the clinic yesterday, the tumor was already crushing the optic nerve.
She can’t see anymore.
She opened her mouth and found herself able to speak.
Disgusting, drowsy.
The canoe put its ears to her mouth and heard her whisper.
“I shouldn’t have asked him that day. I’m sorry.
“He must think I hate him. I’m sorry.
“But what if he’s addicted? I’m sorry.
The wheel rolled over the ground, and in the sound of panic, Zhang was last pushed into the operating room.
At the same time, Jiang Ting hung a string of lights on the porch.
The heat is drowsy, and the radiant light falls into the eyes of Lin-Shu.
He’s waiting for a new year.
Fireworks rise in the air.
I don’t know.
Today’s the last treatment.
But the doctor didn’t come.
Lin-Shu is sitting in a chair, and Jiang-Ting says it’s a New Year, so the house has already been made of sweet decorations.
But the doctor didn’t come until nightfall.
Eten is not here either.
He sat there for a while.
Maybe he doesn’t need treatment anymore.
Some memories had recovered long ago, and in his successive sleeps these days, he was rolled over, crushed and then glued together.
He walked slowly to the mirror.
Fingers are like guns to your neck.
The final task of the day…
His boss has always been sick and famous for his hard work.
To be honest, a madman wants information from a madman.
The mission’s all over the place.
As long as he’s not exposed that night, he’ll win.
But by the way, his crazy boss asked him to show the buyer an open window.
What’s an open window is a large amount of heroin injected into its own artery.
That’s where the deal is. He has only one choice.
Take the needle to yourself.
Only then will gays in the Bureau die in vain, the network set up do not cause leakage, and large quantities of drugs do not flow into the market on a crowded night.
But nobody knows what’s going to happen with the skylight.
spasms, massive hallucinations, death, deep-rooted addiction.
He smiled, staring at the boss’ eyes, and the needle didn’t hesitate to get into the skin.
The first second the brain was shrunk, he thought.
To push his girl away.
Open the skylight for him.
He’s not hungry for drugs.
He’s addicted, he’s in the mud.
She’s no longer worthy of her.
I don’t know.
The bells of the New Year were ringing, a big one, and he was awakening and breathing in the mirror.
It’s been a long time, like a long century.
The neon out of the window flashed through the light, and the tinkling sound moved.
The heart beat, which had not been experienced for a long time, had recovered and he stood up and ran outside the door.
He ran like crazy.
After he found out he was addicted to drugs, he never wrote to her again, nor did he go to a secret base he had ever seen.
So she sent him the last card he’d ever seen.
The mailbox next to the old primary school seemed unattended, there was no key, and he was shaking the mailbox.
It seems his strength worked, and the mailbox door broke open.
There’s rotting petals and a yellow card.
Wipe the dust from it, the ink’s writing is already open.
I don’t know.
He held the card in tremors, and his heart began to feel blunt pain.
He looked far away.
Unknown bird barks out loud.
That was the sound of the memory of the dead.
12
Foet.
He put a bunch of white flowers in front of her urn.
All those who came to mourn were former colleagues who, after reminiscent, were able to identify many.
He was waved outside the hall.
It’s like he was an undercover with him.
He went over there, and the canoe went in front of him and said he’d take him somewhere.
Seven-to-a-half-a-half-a-half-a-half-a-half-a-half-a-half.
I’m sure there’s no one else around.
Then punched him in the face.
“You fuck. I’m sorry.
“It’s for Chang Zhang’s year. I’m sorry.
“The foot was also kicked by Chang Zhang. I’m sorry.
“Fuck you. I’m sorry.
“You son of a bitch, do you know how painful it was when Zhang left? I’m sorry.
“You know, she’s still calling your fucking name! I’m sorry.
“Where the fuck were you? I’m sorry.
The man punched and kicked him as if he was to be the one to whom the most vicious curse of his life was directed.
It’s like this, and he’s just standing against the wall, and he’s all over it.
The sun and the sun fall upon two opposing shadows.
The crows are ringing down the hall.
He didn’t move, and his eyes, like a dead man, were staring.
The canoe dragged his collar, gently saying.
“You’re not going to die. I’m sorry.
“It’s cheap to die. Enjoy this as hell. I’m sorry.
“…”
Yeah, like purgatory.
The poison has not been stopped, but now there is a single thought that stirs in the flesh.
When the man beat him up, he left, so he leaned on the stairs alone and for a while.
And then you stand up.
The memory was also scattered and he was walking down the street.
He flipped his cell phone in his pocket like he was all right.
The phone was ringing and the doctor reminded him to go to rehab.
He replied, and then put his hand in his pocket and asked for a cigarette.
But several times, I didn’t touch it.
It’s a bunch of high school kids.
“Hey, hurry up. I’m sorry.
“You idiot, you’re gonna hit somebody. I’m sorry.
A boy rode on a bike, reached out and touched the hair of a cyclist girl.
I don’t know.
The bell goes away.
But he stopped there suddenly.
The dog who struggled to move forward pulled a panic and busy hostess.
After a short pause, the man who sold the cake continued to drink.
No one knows why the man standing by the road suddenly couldn’t cry.
A falling leaf.
The one she wrote to him that day was…
“Lindu, I like whatever you become. I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
