I've Been Licking Dogs For Four Years, Am I In A Hurry To Stop Licking The School Girl?

When many people think of this season, when they want to describe it, a word will appear in their minds - pale.

Winter can make everything disappear and lose its original color. Most of the land on the earth is dyed dilapidated gray and white. The glaciers thousands of miles away have never changed, and they expect the world to freeze forever.

Only the warm sun hanging in the sky will not be affected, and the sunshine in this season is even more precious, covering the urban area of ​​Lanjing with a layer of gold in the afternoon.

Two days have passed since the assassination incident on Fengyang Street. Gu Qingwan has proved with her strong strength that no outside force can touch any place where Jiang Cheng exists. .

The killer was almost wiped out, and within two minutes they turned into corpses in the bleak wind on the rooftop, and their eyes lost their luster.

However, only one person survived, but she lost half of her right arm. When she woke up, it was already two days later.

Halfway through, Jiuyue probably opened his eyes with a vague consciousness.

What appeared within her line of sight was an empty room. The rectangular copper and iron walls were icy silver, and the corners were sharp and sharp, which brought a tingling sensation to the eye sockets.

She looked up and saw that there was no light on the ceiling that could not be seen clearly, so there was pain and numbness in her mouth. Jiuyue opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, and she felt that her jaw had disappeared.

Jiuyue wanted to move her arms, her dry lips already had dead skin, her cheeks had lost their blood color, and she was extremely weak. When she moved, she felt severe pain from her right hand. She lowered her head and saw the glaring white bandage.

She confirmed that she was alive, because the pain was still there, and those complicated memories gradually became clear in her mind. Gu Qingwan's cold eyes, the way he kicked out, the monster-like hand with a blade...

"I...I'm not dead." Jiuyue said to herself in her heart.

This was undoubtedly the worst ending. She thought that when she opened her eyes, she would see a heaven full of birds and flowers, with pure white buildings everywhere, butterflies and birds flying in the lush woods. In the dense mist, God sat on the canopy of the tree and stretched out his loving hand towards her.

Disillusioned.

To die means to end the torment of this world. The soul rises to the nine heavens, and the soul falls to the nine abysses; the living are miserable, and the dead are safe.

Now that Jiuyue has a judgment on her situation, she is firmly tied to a disc, her hands and feet are bound and unable to move, her bones are a little sore due to being in control for too long, this posture is quite Uncomfortable.

Jiuyue was very puzzled, why the monster-like woman didn't kill her, she also knew.

Alive, will continue to suffer.

The poison in the grooves of the back molars had been removed, she tilted her head, suddenly felt so tired, and passed out again.

I don't know how long I slept like this, when the whole world started to become chaotic.

There was a strong light hitting her face, and Jiuyue had to wake up. Facing this light, she felt blind, she couldn't help shrinking and shifting her head to a place where there was no light, a voice sounded up.

It was the most emotionless voice she had ever heard in her life.

"Your name is Jiuyue, from Hokkaido. Ten days ago, you received an order from the high-ranking Dechan family of Nihong Country to assassinate Dean Jiang. Your adoptive mother is Qiao Mu Wuxiang. So far, you have carried out forty-eight assassination missions." , and even killed the prosecutor of the Welding Country.”

"We don't know your age information in detail, so we asked the doctor to measure your bone age. You are 17 years old, and the result is a bit surprising. At this age, you have become a horrifying death. Neon is really good enough. Perverted."

The light didn't go away, and Jiuyue saw a figure in the haze. She was almost sure that this was the woman who kicked her to pieces on the rooftop that day.

The next second, the world suddenly became dark. After getting used to it for a while, Jiuyue really saw Gu Qingwan clearly. She was wearing office attire today. As if she is not afraid of the cold, her lower body is a wrap-around skirt that covers the perfect curve, her upper body is a shirt and a small suit, and she also wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a delicate pendant on her earlobe shines.

For what she said, September could only respond in silence. The only thing she was curious about was the matter of being seventeen. Because even she herself has forgotten how many years have passed in her short and pitiful life.

If you talk too much, you will lose. Even though she is not very smart, she also understands this truth. There is no doubt that Huaxia has a bigger conspiracy to save her life. Regardless of whether what the visitor said is right or wrong, she does not intend to respond to any word.

But in the next second, September broke the defense.

Because Gu Qingwan then said, "You should be curious about why we know this, and did some research? Just a little bit", she took out a photo from her coat pocket while talking, the light hit it, September saw In an instant, the pupils shrank.

That photo is the evidence of her survival in this world, the only photo in her seventeen years of life.

September is the code name, she will die sooner or later. So identity, name, age, etc., which are indispensable to ordinary people, are not very important to her. Even if she dies on the street one day, no one will care, just like what she said to her mother when she walked out of the courtyard, "I can't even bring the body back."

However, she still selfishly kept a group photo, which was placed in the drawer of the second old room on the left in the courtyard with towering trees, under the weight of a book.

In this photo that reflects the luster, it can be clearly seen that under the trees in the courtyard, she deliberately wore a pink dress that did not match her usual style, standing there stiffly and awkwardly, as if she was afraid that she had never tried to be in front of the camera . Qiao Mu Wuxiang was on the side, with a rare motherly smile on her face, her hand hanging down was very rough, it was the hand of a woman who had done a lot of work.

One of Wuxiang's fingers gently hooked Jiuyue's.

There is only one copy of this group photo left, which is treasured.

This photo proves that she lived.

September abandoned all desires, appetite, sensuality, greed, and love. But the only thing she can't give up is the desire for life.

Not the desire to survive, but the desire to "survive".

The pursuit of a seventeen-year-old girl is quite ridiculous and sad.

So what, she is still silent, and the admonition of the Dechan family still echoes in her mind, "Even if you can't die, just be a dumb, puppet, and live. Until it is considered useless, with a sincere eternal heart The belief of not betraying is enough to send the soul to heaven, otherwise it will go to hell."

September doesn't want to go to hell, she wants to see what God looks like, after seventeen years of misery, she wants to get some quiet, clear, happy life. When she arrives in the kingdom of heaven, she will give herself a name, as beautiful as Qiao Mu's mother.

She believed that her will was invincible, and she survived again and again, and her training forged her belief that she would never betray.

However, Gu Qingwan didn't intend to let her go just like that.

What can really destroy a person is not the pain of the body, but the destruction of the spirit.

Gu Qingwan used another method. She said, "Qiao Mu Wuxiang is dead."

These words were poured down like a basin of cold water, making Jiuyue tremble all over, and looked at her in disbelief, "You killed her!"

"No, she died before you came."

On December 13th of this winter, the girl who walked out of the courtyard with the determination to die, she would not know that when she got on the plane and looked curiously at the clouds flowing outside the window and converging into a large piece, the girl in her name His adoptive mother was killed by the Dechan family.

Before she was alive, Qiao Mu Wuxiang had devoted half her life to this family. When she was young, she was the same killer as Jiuyue. After the injury, the family gave her a chance to survive, but she still had to extract the remaining value, so she began to teach the young Jiuyue all her skills.

In order to eliminate all the evidence, the old woman who could prove that the killer belonged to the Nihong Guodechan family tried her best but did not get any mercy. She accepted death calmly, as if she had already expected the end.

"When we found the courtyard you used to live in after layers of investigation, it was already empty. I don't need to say anything, you know what kind of people the family you serve, they do Figure out this kind of thing."

There was a trembling feeling on Jiuyue's cheeks, and she trembled all over, like a convulsion, and it took a while to regain her composure.

What Gu Qing said was not wrong at all, her face was still emotionless in the dark room, such a monster would not bother to lie. Contacting the security forces around Jiang Cheng, the warnings before coming, the inevitable situation, it is not difficult to think that the family will do everything.

Jiuyue mumbled a few times, but she still didn't speak, instead she kept telling herself in her heart, don't betray! must!

Now she has nothing to ask for, she has lost all her concerns, what she can pursue in life, the long wait before death is not terrible, the dream of heaven may be in sight, this is her overriding emotion absolute pursuit.

It's so ridiculous, no one told this innocent girl that even if there is a kingdom of heaven in this world, it would not accommodate an executioner with blood on her hands. The brainwashing of the Dechan family for more than ten years has made the girl's cerebral cortex grooves straight.

It's so fucking hard to live, how can it be better to die... This is something some people don't want to tell Jiuyue bluntly.

"Hey, are you still not going to talk?"

Gu Qingwan looked at her, her tall figure was standing, her black high heels stepped on the ground. She is in the place where Lanjing takes prisoners. After everything is settled, she will probably be sent to Kyoto in September. Of course, this is based on her willingness to tell the whole story and cooperate with the authorities.

Please, she won't use some dirty methods to extract a confession. So, with her eyes closed, Jiuyue felt this monster-like woman approaching.

Is it finally coming... I am ready to bear it, no matter how painful it is, I can bear it...

Gu Qingwan stretched out a sharp knife with her fingers, and picked it at the cuff of the shirt that Jiuyue was wearing. It was empty, and the blood had dried, so the black sleeves became a little stiff and brown.

The cuff was cut open, Jiuyue opened her eyes to see, she was a little surprised. I thought that the other party would stab her a few times in the painful and unhealed wound, and slowly cut the meat there into a grid shape with a small knife and sprinkle salt on it.

Strangely, there was something on her cut cuff, inside was a piece of paper soaked in blood...

"I found this strange thing when I was scanning you, and I also analyzed and translated the content inside, signed by your adoptive mother."

Gu Qingwan stretched out the whole piece of paper and spread it in front of Jiuyue. She looked at it with an expression of disbelief, and read this content...

"Daughter, Zhan Xin is like seeing me.

When I write this letter, the yam trees in the garden just shed a few leaves. Winter is coming, and even the last few withered and yellow leaves can't survive.

Please allow me to use this address, although I have never called it before, but I have called it thousands of times in my heart, and I can't finally say what is in my heart. In the surveillance of the family.

Undoubtedly our fate is miserable, even if I don't have the heart to disappoint you deeply, I still want to tell you that the kingdom of heaven no longer exists, it is just a deception fabricated by the family.

I know that you often like to nibble on the corner of your clothes and think about certain things in a daze. You should be able to find this letter soon.

Escape, the farther you can escape, the better, the world is big, go to any remote corner, survive there, experience the real life, live a plain and mediocre life, it might not be a kind of happiness.

Although I am your adoptive mother, I watched you grow up.

When you come back from the task and sit under the tree to play with ants, when you raise your head blankly and look up at the leaves in the sun, when you close your eyes and sleep soundly, turn your black hair into small curls after another At your fingertips, mom is watching you.

Probably you will wonder why I am always so indifferent to you, which has brought you a lot of trouble in purely emotional aspects, and I have never answered when you called me mother.

Yes, you like being in the yard.

I also often sit in front of the porch, watering the bonsai that is not attractive.

That's for watching you.

The world is not what you think it is, nor is it what your family describes. You should experience it yourself, so that it is not in vain. My life has become a tragedy, and I didn't realize it until I was middle-aged, but I have already lost the opportunity to struggle.

I am often caught in a tangle. On the one hand, I am grateful for your presence and company, and on the other hand, I am sad that you will repeat my tragic fate. As a mother, I do not want to make selfish decisions.

I remember eight years ago, when you finished your mission for the first time, with blood on your hands, you took the saponins from the courtyard and rubbed your hands fiercely. I knew from the bottom of your heart that you hated this kind of life, but you didn’t want to Say.

The poison in the omeprazole bottle, I replaced it with real gastroenteritis capsules, even if you bite it, you won't die.

I didn't do anything for you, you still treat me like a mother, it's not you and me who are wrong, but this world that doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, only black and white.

Daughter, when you read this letter, I will be dead.

Don't be afraid, try to live.

The trees in the courtyard will be lush and lush next year. Remember to come back when you get old. Before your life ends, experience this strange and gorgeous world of Lu Li.

do not be afraid.

-- Qiao Mu Wuxiang will stay on December 12th. "

In the room, Jiuyue, who read the entire letter, shed tears for the first time in her life, her indestructibility no longer exists.

Gu Qingwan folded the blood-soaked paper and put it on the ground.

She didn't speak, but took a deep look at each other.

Then there was only seventeen-year-old Jiuyue left in this room, and this girl needed a hearty cry.

Make the whole world cry to death.