People have seven emotions and six desires. When they encounter bad things, they will be sad or angry. The small minded can even remember for a long time. Then when time goes by, there will always be long enough days to bury and tell us that these are nothing.

For those things that have happened, no matter what kind of vision we hold subjectively, it has happened. It doesn't work to stare at it all the time.

Ten years doesn't work. A lifetime doesn't work. But Anjie would not understand that.

Mu Lian asked him not to hurt he Jingming, so he hurt himself. He felt that the original reason was his mistake, because only in this way could he restrain his hatred and let himself fulfill the promise that he could not refuse. He wanders in different places and walks with good human feelings, but he never wants to integrate into this society and become a normal, well-off and happy person.

Such an Anjie is like a child who can't think of it. His parents don't care about themselves, so they play truant and fight. They think it's "revenge" because of the red lights. So who is he taking self abuse as a model to revenge? Is it those who hurt him, but still may care about his old friend, or... Abandon him with death, and bind him with death?

Mo Cong felt that although the old man always loved nothing to do, he was the same as his dead father. He was not weaned psychologically. After decades of living in vain, apart from wandering around and wearing a few pairs of shoes, he didn't make any contribution to the society. He said the word "responsibility", which is absolutely plagiarism. This guy doesn't have this word in his dictionary at all. He doesn't care for himself and doesn't take his life seriously. He deserves to die alone.

But he just fell in love with this scum old man. Don't think in frustration, what attracted him at the beginning has been forgotten, and then guerrilla warfare again and again, refused in different ways again and again. The longer the time, the more peaceful and irreparable he felt, and there was no place to be liked. However, he just can't control himself. Every time he sees him, the hormone secretion in his body will be disordered.

The drunken snake said in a dumb voice, "I promised you to listen. Are you clear?"

Don't nod.

Drunk snake turned his head to look at him, and the confusion and shock in his eyes faded away. He felt a little aggressive: "clear, what do you want to do?"

It's a pity that Mo Cong didn't eat his way. He was completely immune to the so-called "bastard spirit". He shrugged his shoulders when he heard the words. His expression was very natural, but his tone was firm: "chase, chase."

The drunk snake was silent for a long time. It seemed that he carefully thought about his obvious meaning and straightforward words. After a long time, he choked out a sentence: "how to chase?"

Mo Cong looked at him with a smile, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his hand: "it's not easy to say it's difficult, but it's not difficult to say it's simple, isn't it a lesson from he Jingming's humble experience? Anjie shouldn't be called Yinhu. In fact, he is just a toad who can earn money. He jumps very fast when the wind blows. If he doesn't pay attention, he will get you a dead frog net. To deal with this kind of frog, he has to stew him slowly with warm water. "

The eyes of the drunk snake looking at Mo Cong were particularly frightening, as if Mo Cong suddenly turned into a night dress mask.

Mo Cong, who made a strange speech, lit his cigarette leisurely and pulled the collar of his coat: "if it's OK, I'll leave. I made an appointment to see the cemetery today. Although my father will stay in the desert, the son still hopes to find a place for him, even if he has some clothes in it. In the future, we have a thought that if the old man can come back, he will have a place to stay. " He shook his head, showing a wry smile, "son want to support and pro do not wait... When he was alive, I was unfilial, now can do not much, but fight for one is one."

Then he nodded to the drunk snake and went out.

Drunk snake recalled the young man described by Anjie, the feeling of seeing Mo Cong for the first time, and all kinds of opinions about black clothes on the road... Suddenly he found that they were different.

Sometimes, love and hate are things that can make people grow up overnight.

Anjie came out of the drunk snake and didn't go back directly. He walked along the road, then got off the subway entrance, got on line 2, sat in the subway, watched different people come up and go down, and sat on the ring line for two times.

Although there were many hidden things, there seemed to be too many things leaked by the drunk snake, so much that he couldn't control his thoughts. The white coat, who claimed to be a senior psychologist, was really a Mongolian doctor. In the end, he didn't cure his illness. He sent him off with a sentence of "the patient didn't cooperate with the treatment". In such an environment where people come and go, Anjie needs to straighten out his brain, put aside what should be put aside, and ponder what should be considered at present. Such an environment makes him feel safe.

It was not until night came down that he stepped into his own corridor.

Since Mo Cong doesn't always block him at the door, the psychological barrier of Anjie is much smaller. He didn't expect to have people waiting at the door on this day, but it's Mo Jin who's waiting for him this time.

The little girl's face was very ugly. When Anjie went upstairs, she turned her back to him, as if thinking about the wall of his burglar proof door. When she heard the news, Mo Jin suddenly turned her head as if she was frightened by something. Her eyes were round looking at Anjie. After a long time, she said: "brother Anjie, brother Anjie..."

While holding the key to open the door, Anjie asked her with a smile, "what's the matter? It's like it's steamed? What about your brother and Xiaoyu? "

"My brother has gone to Babaoshan. He hasn't come back yet. Xiaoyu has a cold and has already laid down."

"Cold? Is it serious? Shall I see her? "

"It's nothing. I don't have a fever. She said that she had a headache because her nose was stuffed. She was too lazy to read and went to sleep. My brother said he would bring back the medicine - Anjie, I have something to ask you. "

Anjie was stunned. He didn't expect that the little crazy girl had such a serious tone. He waved: "come in and say it."

Mo Jin went into the room with him. For some reason, Anjie felt that the girl was a little nervous, which made him suspicious. No matter what the black box loser is talking about with the little girl, nothing good will happen. He poured a glass of juice for Mo Jin, took off his coat and sat next to the little girl: "what's the matter?"

Mo Jin grinds her lips with her teeth. After a long time, he asked, "brother Anjie, do you know my father?"

Anjie was stunned: "what did your brother tell you?"

Mo Jin hesitated for a moment and nodded. The light in the corridor was dim. At this time, Anjie noticed that her face was very ugly. The little girl asked again, "then... How do you know my father?"

"Well, when I was traveling alone in the desert, I lost my way and happened to meet your father and their archaeological team." Anjie's topic is simple. He understands that the death of the old professor is the biggest blow to Mo Jin. Although he doesn't know what happened to her, he still tries not to mention that tragic experience to her, "what's the matter?"

Mo Jin looks at Anjie with her eyes straight. After a long time, she is surprised. She drops her eyes, takes out a piece of crumpled paper from her trouser pocket and hands it to Anjie in silence.

Anjie frowned. When she took a look, her face suddenly changed. The script on the note was crooked and twisted, like a child's pen, but it was written with some strange, nearly dark red pen, hiding something weird and gloomy, and the content was the blood characters he had seen on the walls of the underground ancient city!

The last line as like as two peas, "the only one" is particularly distorted, and the last one is the same as the handwriting on the broken wall, dragging down like saliva flowing out of the mouth of a monster.

Anjie raised his head abruptly: "who gave it to you? Is it the man with black glasses? Is that right? "

Mo Jin looked at him: "brother Anjie, is this true?"

"Xiaojin, you will leave later..."

"Is it true? Only one person can leave that place, can't he? "

"There is a saying in the ancient city," Anjie sighed, "but..."

He couldn't speak any more and looked at Mo Jin in a daze. The abdomen was cold, and then the severe pain climbed up the brain along the nerve. This change was too fast and incredible. Anjie almost froze for a long time, and then he looked down in disbelief, staring at the knife that pierced his abdomen.

Mo Jin's hand holding the handle of the knife shakes like a sieve. She suddenly releases it, staggers to stand up, and steps back. Facing Anjie's eyes, she shakes her lips and spits out two words: "fierce... Hand..."

"Xiaojin, what did you say?" The dead girl didn't know where she was stabbed. Anjie reached out and touched her shirt. Her shirt was soaked with blood. He said that he only mentioned "why the sleeping lion didn't stab me to death" to the drunken snake during the day. At night, someone gave him a knife. This character is too strong.

"The murderer!" Mo Jin said as she stepped back, "Sixteen said that you are the murderer of my father. I still don't believe that... Xiaoyu and I like you so much... I like you more than my brother and I believe you! But you are the one who killed Dad

She pointed to the note that had fallen to one side: "it's because of this, isn't it? According to the rule of the ancient city, only one person who goes in can come out alive. That's why you killed my father! Right? Right? Isn't it? "

What the hell is this... The girl's desire to vent is so strong that several times Anjie tried to interrupt her, which was drowned in the child's hysterical cry. His lips became dry gradually, and his eyes darkened little by little. Mo Jin's voice seemed to be farther and farther away, but listening to the questions, he slowly lost his strength to answer.

As long as there is no final adjudication, the death penalty criminals still have the opportunity to appeal, right? This doesn't even let people say a word... Anjie thought sadly that he always felt that the girl lacked a few minds, but it was the most reassuring of the three troubles of the Mo family. He didn't expect that if she didn't make a sound, she would make a sound

Consciousness finally gave up on him. Anjie felt that he could not even imagine that he could die so badly.

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This afternoon, I led the team to the hospital to do volunteer work. Mao ah, the two boys bullied my sister with short legs. All the way, they rushed to the ground like wind and lightning. Unfortunately, I was wearing a pair of sad flip flops, and my feet were almost worn out.

Today's conclusion is, I hate big one!!!!!!!