#1115 Reality (5)

Fu Beizhe suddenly couldn't hold it any longer, and he tried every means to endure it for four years to comfort himself.

Over time, the feelings will fade.

He could be less miserable.

But those bastards lied to him, they didn't fade at all, they were still as bright as a knife, and they pierced his heart every day.

Fu Beizhe bent down, and his straight body was finally crushed.

He felt that his heart was beating violently, his limbs were cold, and in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, his head was covered in cold sweat.

This is how he reacts every time he thinks of her death.

Fu Beizhe felt that the reaction of others to opium addiction was not as painful as his.

He thinks he is addicted too.

Addiction to her.

She died and he could only quit.

But this process was too long, and he really couldn't stand it.

He doesn't want to think about her anymore, miss her.

Especially when he thought about losing her, it would last his whole life.

This man who can face thousands of troops on the battlefield and piles of dead corpses can be indifferent.

Suddenly started to be afraid.

The adjutant knocked on the door and found that no one answered. He was holding important documents in his hand, and he could only offend to push the door just as he was about to make a sound.

However, they found their young marshal standing by the window, his body almost bent, as if he was in great pain.

The adjutant exclaimed the young marshal.

Fu Beizhe raised his head fiercely, his eyes were red, and he was so terrified of despair.

The lieutenant was startled.

But soon, Fu Beizhe straightened up again, the violence in his eyes disappeared, and there was a cold calm.

He asked, "What's the matter?"

The adjutant Na Na said, "The news from the south..."

Fu Beizhe took away the document in his hand with a blank expression, "I'll read it. If there is a meeting at night, you can inform others."

The adjutant nodded immediately, "Yes, young marshal."

The adjutant went out, and the snow made him shrink his neck coldly, and he couldn't help but look back.

But seeing Fu Beizhe standing in the room, he didn't know what he was looking at, but he didn't know why it gave people a sad feeling of loneliness.

The adjutant didn't dare to take a closer look, he could only pretend not to know and leave in a hurry.

Three years later, Li Xinghe, who was far away in another country, suddenly received an urgent telegram.

He took the boat back that day with his simple luggage.

After returning home, he went straight to the hospital.

When he saw the man lying on the bed, he could hardly recognize it.

He was so thin that he could not see a trace of flesh.

The black and bright short hair also lost its luster, even with white hair.

Fu Beizhe has a lung problem, which is said to be a disease caused by long-term smoking. Of course, his long-term self-abuse lifestyle is also related.

Li Xinghe didn't know what emotion it was in his heart. The man who defeated him was now only one step away from dying.

Or relying on medical equipment to live longer, but it's just torture.

Fu Beizhe's vigilance has not been lost.

He heard the sound of the chair moving away, and opened his eyes, his eyes were not cloudy, but terribly calm.

Li Xinghe is not afraid of him either.

He said bluntly: "Why do you want me to come back? Do you feel like I'm going to die, and I'm so jealous that I live well, and plan to kill me before I die."

No one had a good time these seven years.

All his feelings were wiped out, and the name Bai Weiwei was like a curse after her death.

Heavy and tragic.

Fu Beizhe raised the corner of his mouth with great effort, "None of those little bastards have the guts, you can do it."

Li Xinghe looked at him strangely.

Fu Beizhe pointed to a gun on the table next to him.

"You give me a ride."