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Chapter Fifteen

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    The gunshot rang out, and the world suddenly became quiet

    Ling Shao's receding figure stopped.

    Shock was written all over Xia Zichao's face.

    The black gun in Ye Luocheng's hand fell heavily to the ground

    "Hashan!"

    "Lin Yushan!"

    "Shanshan!"

    I heard a lot of people calling my name, I couldn't tell the source of the voice, my consciousness left my body little by little, at the moment when I was about to faint, I just remembered that I said a word - promise me, don't hurt him  !

    When I woke up, I was lying on a very comfortable bed.  Luo Cheng sat on my right side with his head bowed in frustration. I wanted to raise my hand to touch his hair, but accidentally touched the wound.

    "Hiss~" The arm that had just been raised a little bit fell heavily on the bed again.

    "You're awake!" The people around him raised their heads in surprise when they heard the sound.

    "L.A.Che"

    "Don't worry, I've sent him back. Are you satisfied?"

    "Luocheng, I'm sorry"

    "it's not your fault¡­¡­"

    He gently raised my hand to stick it to his side face, I felt a drop of cold liquid fall on my hand, and then slowly slipped from between the fingers.

    Los Angeles, are these your tears?

    History is being staged again, the same scene, the same position, but the person I guard is no longer you.

    The poppies blooming on the right shoulder have fallen, and the blood-stained beauty blooms and falls in an instant.

    Luocheng, this flower of sin was born because of you, but now it has fallen into your hands. Our story should end.

    Ling Shao walked towards the gate step by step, dragging his injured body and holding Tina in his arms.  My hand on Luo Cheng's neck did not let go.  I am not Xi Shi, and Zi Chao is not Fan Li.  Keluo City's intention is obvious, to trade my people and my love for his life.

    "Your goal has been achieved, what else do you want?" My face moved closer, my delicate lips lingered on his mouth, and my eyes were slightly blurred, enough to touch his heart.

    As expected, women are born with the potential to be goblins. I can even handle such an ambiguous posture with ease.

    "Are you tempting me?" He put one arm around my waist, and his fiery lips were involuntarily pressed against mine.

    This long kiss, from shallow to deep, was watched by everyone, of course, except for Zichao, no one dared to look at it, we were so lingering.  With eyes closed tightly to each other, I am immersed in his tenderness, and he is addicted to my temptation.

    His left hand caressed my back restlessly, while his right hand unknowingly went around behind him.

    Seems to realize something, I suddenly woke up, and his charming eyes verified my doubts.

    Pushing him away with all his strength, his body swayed slightly, and a gun popped out neatly from his waist.

    Before I had time to think about it, my instinctive reaction made me jump directly in front of Zichao.

    The bullet passed through the shoulder, and the bright red blood quickly stained the white shirt red.

    Los Angeles looked at me in disbelief, letting the pistol fall from his hand.

    I only remember that he hugged me hastily and said coldly: "Let him go!"

    "I remember that you were so desperate to block bullets for me back then, but now you have a different person" He thought about it.

    That was the only moment of life and death we experienced together, and it was also the first time I smelled death.

    That night, we watched a movie, had dinner, and strolled leisurely on the street.

    Empty roads, dim lights, and simple walks actually make me feel romantic.  This may be because the person who is by my side is the person I love.

    Standing in the middle of the intersection, he took advantage of my inattention and suddenly picked me up, the spinning feeling seemed to fly.  He didn't obediently put me down until he got tired.  I kept patting his chest with both hands, neither heavy nor light, I kept complaining in my words, but my heart was full of happiness.  He hugged me into his arms and told me his love.  If he hadn't left, I think we would have gone far, far.  At this moment of deep affection, I saw a man slowly approaching us in the distance, holding a black gun in his hand, and his finger on the trigger was about to move.  At the moment of life and death, without even thinking about it, I exchanged places with him in a hugging gesture.  When he found the man, the bullet had already penetrated my shoulder.  There is no doubt that the muffler was fitted to the gun, yes?I don¡¯t want to make a big deal out of it.

    The man fired several shots in a row, and Luo Cheng hugged me who was wounded and safely dodged the remaining bullets.  My blood awakened the ruthlessness in his heart, and after setting me aside, he met the man head-on.  The opponent's self-confidence disappeared little by little under Luo Cheng's fists. The killer who had been confident in his chest now only had to kneel down and beg for mercy.  I couldn't hear what the man said to him, only saw that in the end, he let the man go.  Seeing that scene, I was relieved.  The breath became weaker and weaker, my consciousness became blurred, and in a trance, I really felt that I had just left this world.  Fortunately, God did not take me away so cruelly.  Under the careful care of Los Angeles, I recovered quickly.

    That shot, while not killing me, left an ugly scar on my shoulder.  Later, this scar was transformed into a seductive poppy under the skillful hands of Los Angeles.

    "Luocheng, in three years, we have not been who we were before. Now you are the king standing at the pinnacle of power, and I just want to live a simple life." My voice is weak, and his heart is afraid that the same is true.  Powerless.

    Power and desire will spoil love, I really don't want the good memories between us to end in this way.

    "You should have a good rest first" He helped me tuck the quilt and kissed me lightly on the forehead.

    The back of him turning around is so lonely and desperate, the height is extremely cold, but it is a pity that I am no longer his warmth.

    After a few days of isolation from the world, the injury has mostly healed.  Los Angeles is busy every day, but no matter how big the matter is, he will insist on dining with me every day and walking in his garden with me.  I couldn't believe my eyes the first time I saw a huge field of sunflowers in his garden.  He told me that just because I once told him that I like this kind of flower that always faces the sun, there must be a sea of ??yellow flowers like this in the place where he lives, even though he knows that he will never live in the sun,  He also wants to use this method to let himself see hope.

    After all, the time for parting has come. After saying goodbye, we may really never see each other again

    "In a few days, I will be leaving too. I don't know when I will come back" he said eloquently.

    "Actually, it was not my intention to choose this path, but I have no choice."

    "If we had been braver back then, maybe we would be happy together now"

    "If I had come back earlier, wouldn't all of this have happened"

    "if¡­¡­"

    "Luocheng" I didn't let him continue, "If there is a real possibility, then I hope that you won't have so many involuntary things."

    We have known and loved each other for so many years, no matter what we encounter, he has never been so lost as he is now.

    "Can I ask you something?" He stared at me closely, his eyes full of expectation.

    "you say."

    "Can you finish this painting with me" He took out a drawing board from the cabinet in the bedroom, and there was still an unfinished sketch hanging on it. After so many years, he still kept it intact.

    My eye sockets were moist, and I nodded heavily. This is not only his wish, but mine as well.

    This painting is our joint work three years ago. The men and women in the painting have only simple outlines, but it can still be seen that they are very in love.  After he left, I wanted to paint it alone as a souvenir, but I couldn't find it after searching for a long time.  It turned out that he was really taken away.

    We sat side by side, his right hand resting on my left, and after a long time, we all forgot where to start writing.

    It has to be said that Los Angeles has a very high talent in art. Even without professional training or even the most basic painting theory, he can paint everything he wants to express in his own unique way.

    "The old rule is that one person gets half, let them, and us young people, draw a successful conclusion!"

    A piece of paper is divided into two halves. He holds the pen in his right hand to describe the scene on the left, and I hold the pen in my left hand to tell the story on the right.  This is our unique way of painting, a way to test tacit understanding.  In fact, the two of us can draw very well no matter whether we are left-handed or right-handed. He usually only uses his left hand, while I am right-handed.  But in this state, his right hand is only shaking for me, and my left hand is only painting for him.

    Soon, we all found the original feeling, became more and more focused and devoted, and the people in the painting and the scene in the painting became clearer and clearer.  Near the end, he threw away the pencil in his hand and held my hand firmly, and the final beauty was frozen in our hands.

    Holding your son's hand may not necessarily make you grow old together, Los Angeles, as long as we have loved.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)Hands, may not be able to grow old together, Los Angeles, as long as we have loved.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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