#1116 Reality (6)

This disease can't be cured, but the hospital can only drag his life.

Because he is so important.

Fu Beizhe didn't plan to commit suicide, but he also didn't want people to wait on his feces and urine in the last days.

Li Xinghe knew what he was thinking, after all, if he was lying on the hospital bed.

He could only shoot himself.

It's not a fear of being tortured by therapy, it's a matter of self-esteem.

People who have been strong all their lives will not allow themselves to be vulnerable even more.

Fu Beizhe is stronger than him.

Li Xinghe didn't hold a gun, but said calmly, "You can still move your hand, why don't you end it yourself."

Fu Beizhe's face was sunken, and his eyebrows and eyes became sharper. He said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to."

Li Xinghe was puzzled, "Reluctant?"

Fu Beizhe said with difficulty: "In the beginning, I was reluctant to give up my life. I felt that I was very good. I shouldn't cut myself off so easily. No matter how painful it is, I can get through it."

boil……

Li Xinghe thought this word was good.

He is also surviving.

Fu Beizhe: "I couldn't take it anymore, but I thought about how she saved her life. I lost her, and I only have the clothes and jewelry she left behind, and those things will lose her breath after a long time. "

He was silent for a while, and then said, "That's why my life is left. If she saves it, then it's hers."

He was reluctant to destroy her things.

Li Xinghe thought his theory was bizarre enough.

But thinking that he has endured for so many years, if he does not give a reason to endure it, he will not be able to last for so many years.

Fu Beizhe gasped for a moment, "Of course there is one last reason."

Li Xinghe: "There are so many reasons for you not to commit suicide."

When did Fu Beizhe become such a mother-in-law.

Fu Beizhe snorted coldly, "It's just too much, are you jealous?"

Li Xinghe frowned, "What am I jealous of your virtue? Is it good for you to lose weight?"

There is only one skeleton left, and it looks scary.

Fu Beizhe: "Weiwei likes me, no, she loves me, how can I easily end the self she loves."

Li Xinghe: "..."

It's right that Fu Beizhe came to him, he really wanted to shoot this cheeky bastard.

Fu Beizhe insisted that these few words were the limit. His eyes were half closed, and the Leng Yi and firmness in his eyes had disappeared.

There is only emptiness.

"I can't take it anymore..."

His words were almost in his mouth.

"She won't look down on me."

This is really too heartbreaking, and cautiously humble.

Humbled to the dust, no flowers can bloom, only sad wounds all over the ground.

Li Xinghe didn't say a word, but suddenly smiled, "She has never been the kind of woman who looks down on people."

She is so good, how can she look down on anyone.

After so many years, I thought I would meet someone like her again.

But I found that it was useless to travel to many countries, because I met more beautiful women and interesting souls, and they were not as good as her.

First met, and later women are useless no matter how good they are.

Really desperate fact.

Fu Beizhe listened to Li Xinghe's insincere comfort, and there was a hint of relief on his calm face.

"After I die, accept everything I leave behind."

It was the first time that Li Xinghe saw Fu Beizhe talking to him in such a gentle manner.

He picked up the gun from the table and pressed it against Fu Beizhe's forehead.

"Rory is not your style, go find her, Fu Beizhe."

Fu Beizhe closed his eyes slowly, and a loud gunshot sounded.

Splashes of blood, the last color he saw before he died.

That red, just like how she wore a wedding dress when she entered the door that day, the flames were as bright as flying clouds.

She is standing in the door.

He smiled, his voice crisp and sweet.

"I'm yours now, Fu Beizhe."

I am yours too, Bai Weiwei.