From Body to Love - Chapter 89

“Meng Fu, do you know why you didn’t die last time?” Wen Xueyan put warm water in the bathroom, with gurgling streams and Ling sounds, “because you don’t want to die, you don’t want to die, so the knife didn’t cut deep enough.”

Meng Fu stood in the bathroom, the rising water vapor filled his eyes, like a winding of death.

Not deep enough?

At that time, his eyes were full of blood. Wasn’t it deep enough?

“However, only when you die again will brother Guze forgive you. When you die, the hatred can disappear.” Wen Xueyan tries the water temperature with his fingers.

See as like as two peas, as like as two peas, and standing up before washing, the toothbrushes and toothbrushes are placed next to each other. All the objects are two copies. They are the same. They are very grimacing. Wen Xue’s hand clenched his hands and his fingernails were embedded in the meat.

Then she skillfully took out the shaving blade.

The blade is something Meng Fu is particularly familiar with.

The cold silver light on the blade made his heart cold.

I don’t want to die or live.

It hurts when you die and tired when you live.

“Let’s go.” Wen Xueyan handed the blade to Meng Fu.

Meng Fu trembled and took it. He slowly sat on the ground. With the same posture as at that time, he put his hand across the edge of the bathtub.

The sharp blade is only one centimeter away from the ferocious scar.

He wanted to be cruel, thinking that he could get Guze’s forgiveness when he died, thinking that only when Wen Xueyan died could he give Guze happiness, thinking that their children would be born peacefully.

If you can’t do it,

The loss of life, the pain of body stiffness, no, he resists, he is afraid, he is always afraid of death, he can’t do it.

He hung his eyes, squeezed his toes, and finally put down the blade. He said, “Miss Wen, I can’t do it. Come on.”

“You… Let me come?”

“Yes.”

He handed Wen Xueyan the blade and his life.

“Do you know that if I cut it off, I will commit murder in criminal law.”

Meng Fu chuckled, somewhat bleak, “didn’t you also commit a crime by persuading me to commit suicide?”

Wen Xueyan bit his lip, “yes, I have committed a crime. The law is tolerant of pregnant women. What am I afraid of? Besides, your death is a happy thing for everyone, and everyone will thank me. ”

“I thank you. I don’t have the courage to commit suicide. ”

Wen Xueyan’s eyes flashed slightly. She squatted down, pulled Meng Fu’s wrist and looked at the dead tree scar on her wrist.

“Meng Fu, if you hadn’t stopped me and brother Guze, I wouldn’t… Meng Fu, in fact, if people die, there will be no trouble. Your pain, your guilt, your torture, are gone. Brother Guze will forgive you. He Manyu and the child’s death, you can pay off. ” She said that the knife edge had been cut open and Meng Fu was on the scar.

The tiny blood flowed out, and the rusty smell dropped into the water and melted quickly.

Meng Fu frowned with pain. He turned his head and didn’t want to see it again.

He clenched his teeth. The blood of his suicide was covered in front of him. In a moment, it turned into he Manyu who fell in a pool of blood

The blade deepened and continued to cut. Wen Xueyan’s tears dropped on the floor and his arms like a broken line. The tears seemed to be unbearable, but the unbearable man was doing the most cruel thing.

“Meng Fu, I will give birth to brother Guze’s children. I will live well with brother Guze. Without you, we will be very happy.”

The sound of broken meridians resounded clearly in my ears.

More painful than peeling and etching bones, Meng Fu bit his finger, which still had the faint bite marks left by Gu Ze yesterday.

“Meng Fu, do you have any last wishes? You tell me, I’ll help you achieve it. ”

Wen Xueyan’s hands are covered with Meng Fu’s blood.

“… No.” He forced out these two words in pain.

The blade fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Wen Xueyan trembled and put Meng Fu’s hand into the bathtub, and the blood quickly scattered like ink. Meng Fu leaned against the edge of the bathtub, hung his eyelids and stared at the falling tears of Xue Yan above.

Obviously, I hope he dies, but I can cry.

He slowly opened and closed his eyes, and became shallower and shallower by breathing. Meng Fu, if you regret it, can you still survive now?

He thought so.

Wen Xueyan stood up trembling. She stood by the washstand, washing the blood in her hands, and then ran away like a refugee.

All the voices around him disappeared. It was quiet like a bloody snow. Maybe he committed suicide once. Meng Fu was no stranger to the feeling of dying.

He’s just a contradiction.

He still didn’t know whether he wanted to die or live.

I don’t want to die and I don’t want to live, but what should I do? In this short and long time, many inexplicable ideas filled his mind.

In a trance, I remember reading Su Tong’s book the fall of the south. The book said, “it’s meaningless for people to live, and it’s meaningless for people to die, and those hermits who don’t live or die at the right time may be the philosophers of the times.”

I don’t want to be a philosopher. I just want to know what kind of immortality is. Will immortality be happier? Paradoxically, how can people who are neither dead nor alive perceive happiness.

……

Guze signed the document. Before Secretary Wang left, he asked, “Wen Xueyan is sure to go abroad?”

“Well, I watched Miss Wen go to the security check with my own eyes.” Secretary Wang answered.

“A woman like Wen Xueyan shouldn’t go so easily.” Gu Zefu thought that he used his engagement with Wen Xueyan and Gu Rongsheng’s help to get the restaurant out of crisis.

When he took off the engagement ring, he told Wen Xueyan that it was just a hoax.

He still remembered the woman’s angry and unwilling face. He said, Wen Xueyan, if you don’t return to the United States, I’ll tell your brother about your private acceptance of Di Jun’s case.

“Secretary Wang, you’d better send some more people to check the whereabouts of Xueyan.” He ordered.

“Yes.”

“Also, help me invite Professor An of a university. I’ll invite him to dinner tomorrow evening.”

Secretary Wang was puzzled, “Mr. Gu, Professor an doesn’t usually communicate with him. Why…” The last time the company handled a legal case, it invited Professor An to be a legal adviser. Even if the company had this situation, it was not as good as Guze inviting him to dinner in person.

“I want to send Meng Fu to college.”

When the doubt was solved / opened, Secretary Wang sighed and even felt incredible. Gu Ze, he was so interested in Meng Fu that he even wanted to ask someone for him and send him to school.

Love seems to be embodied in this form.

But this love is so incredible.

Wolves love sheep,

It’s abrupt.