Seven-character regulated verse
As soon as wind and thunder arise from the earth, there will be piles of bones.
Monks may be foolish but they can still be taught, but demons and ghosts will surely bring disaster.
The golden monkey raised his powerful stick, and the sky was clear of dust.
Today we cheer for Sun Wukong, only because the evil fog has returned again.
..............
Sadness, deep sadness.
He struggled out of the dark abyss, but unexpectedly fell into another abyss.
"Don't be sad, Lone Wolf!"
"I am about to die, and I am using my dying body as a drug tester. Consider it my last contribution to this country. Consider it my own volunteering. Don't be so stern, smile more. This world is still a beautiful place, but... "
"In my next life, I don't want to come here..."
The world is beautiful.
The world is worth it,
But,
In my next life, I won’t come here...
The nightingale lowered its head, its voice low and desperate...
When he faced the darkness alone, he never despaired.
When his undercover identity was discovered, he suffered countless tortures and even had a hole drilled in his head, he did not despair.
But when he was sold into a black coal mine and then into a hospital as a drug tester, and was repeatedly forced to take drugs, causing him endless pain,
He was in despair...and his heart was dead...
His file was cancelled because he protected the motherland and the people behind him. He had no ID card, no household registration book, and no one could verify his identity.
For various reasons, he couldn't even call the police.
Therefore, this also became the basis for those people to unscrupulously force him to try drugs. How ironic and sad...
Chen Fan clenched his fist tightly.
His teeth were almost broken. Nightingale's words were like a saw, sawing at his heart again and again, and like a chisel, chiseling at his head again and again.
It hurts, indescribable pain. I can hardly breathe, like a fish lacking oxygen.
He wanted to comfort the Nightingale, but when he opened his mouth,
His lips moved, but no words came out. He could not think of any words or reasons to comfort Nightingale.
This world is beautiful,
But,
But to the Nightingale now, it is dark and indebted.
a long time,
The two of them recovered a little bit.
"Nightingale, is there something you want me to do this time?"
Chen Fan suppressed the grief in his heart and looked at Nightingale.
Nightingale raised her head and looked at Chen Fan calmly. The first sentence she said almost made Chen Fan collapse.
"I can sense that I don't have much time left......"
Chen Fan's body trembled violently and he almost fell to the ground.
"Ever since I escaped, a force has been secretly hunting me down. Those people are hunters sent by the three major Black Triangle groups.
One of them, called Little Fourth Master, is the representative of the Kunsa Group......"
"So, Lone Wolf, I want you to do me a favor!"
Suddenly, Nightingale looked up at Chen Fan.
"You said, as long as I can do it, I will do it!"
Chen Fan nodded without hesitation.
"Go tell Uncle Cai and Little Fourth Master that you've found out about me and that I'm ready to fight to the death..."
"Also, Lone Wolf, you must be prepared to fight alone..."
Nightingale looked at Chen Fan with a very calm tone.
But,
Chen Fan froze completely.
He looked at Nightingale in disbelief, his face turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He stared at Nightingale with his eyes wide open and red in the eye sockets,
He lowered his voice and roared, "Don't even think about it, don't even think about it!"
"Lone Wolf..."
Nightingale looked at Chen Fan's reaction. He wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Chen Fan again.
"Never mind, Nightingale, never mind!"
Chen Fan stared at Nightingale with red eyes and roared.
"Lone Wolf, please treat me as a beg, please, okay? I won't live long, I have no value, I have never begged anyone in my life,
I only begged you once, and now I beg you again, okay?"
Nightingale looked at Chen Fan pleadingly.
"No!! No, no, no, no! Why? Why? Why, you all want me to do this, to kill you with my own hands, and for what? Just to pave the way for me? Sun Bing is like this, the director is like this, and now you are like this too!"
"We are comrades, we are brothers. I don't want to become the devil that others say rises to power by stepping on the corpses of my brothers!!"
"I don't want to! Ugh!"
At the end of the conversation, Chen Fan covered his face with his hands and squatted down helplessly, tears streaming down the gaps between his fingers.
He doesn't want to.
He didn't want to point the blade at his brother again.
He didn't want to experience that feeling of being worse than death again.
Chen Fan squatted in front of Nightingale's bed.
Nightingale stretched out her hand and gently placed it on his shoulder.
With a smile on his face, he spoke calmly: "Lone Wolf, do you remember what you said before?"
"From today on, we will walk into the darkness, and then face the darkness alone. We must endure the long, lonely, boundless darkness that will envelop us like a tide.
After becoming a Gray Man,
In addition to our principal,
No one in the entire Daxia will know our identities anymore, and one day we may even have to stand on opposite sides, pointing guns at each other.
If there really comes such a day,
So, pull your trigger.
Use the shooting skills taught by your instructors,
Shoot the bullet into my chest and embed it in my hot and beating heart!
because,
We will become the place where the Grays go.
That line,
It was paved with the lives and blood of countless Grays. If it really comes to that,
It proves that your life is more valuable than mine.
I will tear my flesh and bones apart without hesitation,
Flesh and blood as cement,
Bones as steel bars,
Make the road longer and stronger,
And what you have to do,
Just step on me and go higher and further..."
“...........”
Nightingale calmly recounted what Chen Fan said on the last night of the Gray Man's graduation.
Hearing these words,
Chen Fan's hands were shaking violently, and tears were already falling.
"Lone Wolf, if you can be so determined, why should I, Nightingale, care about my dying body? I can also tear apart my own flesh and bones.
Flesh and blood as cement,
Bones as steel bars,
Make the road longer and stronger,
And what you have to do,
Just step on me and go higher and further..."
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