Chapter 62 sixty two

My neck seemed to be broken, and I couldn’t get it up after arching for a long time, and my head was stuck on the rubber pads, and my red and swollen lips were immediately bruised, and the pain made me cry: "Brother Liu, it’s really not me, I didn’t tell the truth! "Before he finished speaking, he was kicked hard on the head. When the Venus was shining, I heard him say: "... I have admitted it, and you are still playing tricks on me!" Later memories are very vague, I just remember that it was a dark alley, I was dragged out like a dead dog, several guys surrounded me, punched and kicked, did I kneel on the ground and beg for mercy?Can't remember.

Finally everyone stopped.I struggled to sit up, but I didn’t have any strength in my body. I arched my head on the ground and tried my best to get up, climb, climb, and suddenly there was a loud noise in my head, and I heard a guy say, “It’s almost there, let’s go.” ... The night is like a black prison, I stand in the wilderness, look around the emptiness, countless sounds sound at the same time, the grass grows and flowers bloom, all things grow, and the four seasons flow silently.Some people are walking in the distance, some creatures are whispering in the corner, some familiar faces come in and recede like a tide, one voice is laughing, another is crying, and a voice asks from far and near: How are you?Are you OK?Are you OK? ...

I shivered against the wall, cold.The chill came out from the bone marrow, and slowly rushed to the chest, and slowly, to the limbs.Every bone seemed to be broken, and the blood on my head started to become cold when it flowed to my chest. I slowly lay down on the ground, with my lips pressed against the land of my dear Chengdu.In the dimness, I heard someone calling me: "Rabbit babies don't cry, good children don't cry..." Eyelids are heavy and I struggle to keep them wide open.The warm blood flows slowly, some things are clear, like the beautiful face of 19-year-old Zhao Yue, and some things are gradually blurred, like the fog on the streets of Chengdu every spring...

shed a tear Dear just a drop can be saved under a million layers of hell I suffered and died ………… Christmas bells are ringing far away, and the whole city is full of joy.In that dark and damp alley, I lay down silently, and through the more and more gorgeous night sky of Chengdu, I saw the golden God, who was watching the world compassionately from the clouds. According to the legend, He will bless the world tonight. (End of the whole article)