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Scissors, rock, cloth

Time: 2015-06-25 Source: Original Editor: Borage Girl Reading: Times

Yang, sometimes I think it might be better to die.

In the morning, I opened my eyes and I was a little disappointed. The smell of the medicine in the hospital, I'm tired.

He got up and found that the left wrist was carefully wrapped in gauze. Tied it layer after layer, like silkworms wrapped tightly around their bodies with silk threads.

My mind was blank, and somehow I suddenly wanted to laugh.

What makes you laugh?

I don't know this either, it just doesn't make sense because "Ah, are you still alive?" I wanted to laugh.

There is no reason to laugh. I feel so sad when I think about it.

"How many times do you want to play?" He seemed to know that I should be awake at this time, opened the ward door and walked in, standing next to my bed with a playful smile.

"Well-I don't know, how many times can you save me?" I responded with a smile.

"The more you play, the more you play." He still smiled, putting the flowers he brought into the bottles on the cabinet.

"Yes. However, I thought I could see the kingdom of heaven by opening my eyes this time ..." I sighed with a smile.

"I'm so sorry, you are still alive."

"It's okay, and next time."

"Hehe, how do you want to play next time?"

"Now, should Xing get this?" I looked at him, using his right hand to shoot the temple with his pistol.

"Okay, do you want?" He turned his head and smiled with ease.

"Well, this way, you can succeed?" I tilted my head and raised my left hand unconsciously looking at the gauze that had been wrapped in many layers.

"The more you play, the bigger you get." He reached out and yanked my bandages down.

"Xing, it hurts." Although I yelled, I still smiled like nothing.

"Come less, don't you feel the pain at all?"

"Oh, you found it?"

I looked at the carefully stitched surgical line on my hand, and admired the surgeon of the Xing family, it was getting worse.

Moreover, my smile remained when he pressed his wrist tightly, or when I poke the bloody wound with my fingertips.

No pain. Not at all.

"How about it, isn't it okay to sew it?" He smiled, running his fingers over my wound.

"Technology is getting better and better, really worthy of your doctor." I looked at the blood slowly bleeding from the wound and turned to smile at him.

"Does that mean?" He snorted with his nose, then got up sharply and left my bed, ready to turn and leave.

"Now, star, can you let me die?" I looked at his back and asked with a smile.

"It depends on whether he agrees." He left me this sentence with a smile, and then left.

And my smile was stiff.

Yang, I still survive, what should I do?

Has anyone said that you are cruel?

I sat on the white bed and stared out the window.

Today is my third sober seven days.

Xing sat next to me, using a craft that didn't look like that of a young master, and was quickly and neatly peeling apples.

"I'll be discharged in a few days." He handed in a rabbit-shaped apple with a toothpick.

"Why?" I squinted and smiled, took his cut apple, and bit the rabbit's head with a sip.

"Anyway, I will be back again soon." After the words were finished, the toothpick on his hand was empty.

"You don't get tired of it." He reached for the toothpick in my finger and inserted a rabbit apple.

"No, Xing." I did not take over, and bit the head of the second rabbit directly in his hand.

"What?" He looked puzzled, looking at me in the face of the headless rabbit. Something appeared in those proud eyes.

"I don't want to play anymore. Star, let me go, okay?" I looked up and faced his eyes.

After a while, I saw the suffering in his eyes.

"He gave you to me." Throwing the headless rabbit apple, his hand touched my cheek.

"But didn't say you can't let me die." I countered.

"Even if he didn't say it, I knew what he meant." His fingertips slowly wrapped around my hair.

"Not including any selfishness?" I closed my eyes and enjoyed his touch.

"How much." Even without opening my eyes, I know how helpless his expression is now.

It was like the moment when Yang died and entrusted me to him, smiling helplessly.

At that moment, he lost his eternal rival, but changed to the one he loved.

Is it worth it?

I don't know the answer.

He didn't know.

"Xing, you are tired too." My lips smiled bitterly.

"We are all tired." His hand slid across my hairline, reaching out to hold me in my arms.

We are like a rock-paper-scissors relationship.

I can't cut the stubbornness of the sun.

And Xing accepted everything from Yang, including me.

Finally, it's me again and again-

Cut the star's heart.

He was right, Yang. We are all tired. But refused to let go of each other.

"Will you still play with me?" Even if I break your heart violently again and again.

"As long as you are still." I felt that he was also smiling.

Dead yang.

I keep committing suicide.

Save my month again and again.

How long will this ridiculous show be performed again?

Now, Yang--

You started this reincarnation first.

If you are not dead.

Then nothing will go wrong.

Unfortunately, you can't see it.

So, we have to continue the rest.

(1 End)

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