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Chapter Forty-Nine

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    Under my persuasion, Mo Ran confided to me the love trash in that place, an interlocking love scam.  Naive and foolish, she wanders through the deception and loses herself.

    The arrival of the truth is not surprising.  Approach in the name of a friend and talk with a sincere heart.  This man who was three years younger than her concealed the fact that he had a girlfriend, and began to make elaborate calculations for the purpose of seeking pleasure.  Mo Ran, who has always been scheming and defenseless, quickly hit the road.  Dang actually said he liked her, said he loved her, and drove across two districts in the middle of the night to buy KFC for her.  She thought it was all true, that it was true love.

    It didn't take long, in just a few days, he brought Mo Ran back home, his sojourn, his friend's house.  A place where two so-called single men live, in disarray.  But Mo Ran doesn't mind, men don't care if they have money or not, they don't care about their family background, they don't care about everything, they only care about their sincerity.  This is an ideal and correct view of love, like a prince and princess in a fairy tale, but it does not conform to the reality in this society.  Especially when facing a dishonest person, Mo Ran was wrong, and he was completely wrong.  The surface is good, she started to work hard, learned to cook, learned to take care of others, and he took a wife, which made her feel very happy.

    Lies have flaws, the key is whether people are smart or not.  One day while eating, Jing's cell phone rang and kept vibrating, but he didn't answer it.  Mo Ran felt strange, and asked him: "The phone rang, why didn't you answer it?" At this moment, his friend snatched the phone, glanced at it, and said impatiently that he was looking for him, and asked him to go drink  .

    An opportunity to expose the truth was missed.  Life went on peacefully, and he even took her back to his home in another city to meet his mom.

    Love is something that always turns people into blind people.  She was sitting next to him, but she couldn't see that he was sending another message to her.

    Love is something that always turns people into deaf people.  She was sitting next to him, but she couldn't hear him calling the other her.

    Women are intuitive, and when it comes to love, intuition is always so good.  I can't remember when, Mo Ran started to have nightmares, and the him in the nightmare made her feel chilled and scared.  After waking up, I was sweating and wet the quilt, as if I had a serious illness.  Just when this kind of virtual struggle tortured her mentally, she actually told her that his mother asked him to go home for a few days, and there was something at home and he needed help.

    Mo Ran was very reluctant, and stuffed a note in his jacket pocket, on which he wrote a small poem called: Whispering.  Later, Mo Ranyou posted this poem on the forum, I still remember it.

    Dear, do you hear the whispers in the night?

    In your ear, calling your name soundly.

    There is no further description, just waiting for you to feel, if I have a seemingly non-existent breath and never-ending feelings.

    Dear, do you hear the whisper in the wind?

    In your ear, it is calling you not to leave.

    Afraid of not meeting again, I don't want to send you to the station thousands of miles away from me. I haven't lost your bravery for a moment.

    Dear, did you hear the whisper in the dream?

    In your ear, the sound calls you to come back soon.

    Afraid that you will forget, I stick to you with my soul and remind you that I am waiting.

    Mo Ran wanted to use this poem to tell her her feelings and her waiting for fear that he would forget.  After reluctantly saying goodbye, Mo Ran suddenly missed him very much that night and called him.  He took a long time to pick up, and she asked him: "I miss you, do you miss me?"

    "Yeah." After a word, the phone hung up.  Call again, get through, she asked: "I like you, do you like me?"

    "Are you sick?" Hang up and turn off the phone.

    No matter how stupid Mo Ran is, she is still a woman, restless and flustered, disturbing her like ants on a hot pan.  She couldn't sit still, didn't care about the dead of night, didn't care about the lack of other means of transportation, so she took a taxi for a thousand yuan to his city.  If she hadn't been so persistent, maybe she could have been cheated for a little longer, but it's a pity that her love is very serious and persistent, and she is not afraid of all difficulties.

    When Mo Ran stood at the door of their room in the hotel, his heart was shaking and his hands were shaking.  It was his voice that dialed the room phone number provided by the front desk of the hotel.  She wept desperately and knocked on the door in despair, but there was no response.  Mo Ran clenched the knife in her hand, she couldn't hurt others, she could only hurt herself.  The artery ruptured, leaking bright red blood, and he collapsed powerlessly to the ground.  Among the bunch of lies, Mo Ran was afraid that when she left this world, she would not hear a single word of truth, and only the wordless truth was in front of her.  At this time, the door opened, and he invited her in coldly.  In reality, Mo Ran's kind blessings were deceitful but she was too sad to live.

    After grinding and entanglement, Mo Ran and Jing are together again.  In front of her, he made a clear statement to the other her.?.  Mo Ran who was sitting in the car couldn't hear clearly, she was just sad that she had to hurt another her.  She didn't want to, if she knew it was the result of this injury, she would rather not know it.

    Back in Chongqing, the days went on in every nightmare again.  Until one day, that she found her.  In QQ, they chatted for a long time.  The truth behind it, he is still on two boats.  This man told too many lies and hurt the two women. Apart from sympathy, they couldn't find any relationship that could be opposed.

    Mo Ran was about to quit, looking at a girl like him, he couldn't bear to be hurt, and just wanted to be fulfilled.  But she was not reconciled, why couldn't he tell her a single truth from the beginning to the end, none of it was true.  And the truth always hurts, especially when it comes from a man who plays with his feelings.  Pushing Mo Ran away and holding his hand, he said: "Everyone is an adult, don't act like this." Mo Ran refused, and waited for more hurtful words: "Yes, I lied to you from the beginning to the end,  Everything is false, it is false to like you, it is false to love you, it is false to want to go on firmly with you."

    Are you struggling?  This is the time that should be believed the most, and it is also the one that hurts the heart.  His friend was at the side, watching coldly, and from time to time, he and Jing looked at each other with a sneer.  After a while, his friend saw that Mo Ran was going on and on, and suddenly he was furious and said to Mo Ran with his eyes wide open: "Are you annoying? How old are you? How old is he? You are three years older than him, and you are so old."  , what else do you want?!"

    Looking in amazement at this man who cooked porridge for him in the middle of the night after being drunk, she regarded him as a friend in her heart.  Mo Ran had no more tears, and said in a low voice, "Is this what you mean?"

    "Yes, I have hinted at you before, you have no results, don't you understand?" He raised his eyes and said, unable to see his mood.

    Mo Ran clenched the blade in his hand, blood seeped out between his fingers.  My hands don't hurt, my heart hurts, but my tears don't flow.  What she faced was not just a hypocritical love, but also a self-righteous friendship.  Jing's friend saw that Mo Ran's hand was bleeding, and also knew about her previous suicide, and finally said: "Don't keep doing things that hurt yourself, learn to be smart."

    Mo Ran didn't know if this was persuading Rong, but she only knew that they were in a hurry to go out for supper, and she couldn't delay their time.  She walked out of the room in a daze, walked into the elevator, and was in the same elevator with them, but Mo Ran couldn't feel anyone, as if she was the only one.  Moving like a corpse, blood is dripping, replacing the tears that Mo Ran couldn't shed.

    She went out and took a taxi, but instead of going home, she went directly to the river.  Thinking about the past two months, the person who set up the trap retreated completely, but she used her innocence to stabilize other people's restless souls for what he called an adult game, loving so frankly, so  serious.  In the end, I couldn't lie to myself, I couldn't lie to others, and I couldn't find a reason to live.

    With the light of the mobile phone, I wrote a few words of suicide note.  Saying that I have left this world, I am free, no need to be sad, no need to be deceived, no need to be sad anymore.  I also ask everyone to forgive her for being selfish. She knew that her death would make everyone sad, but she didn't want to make everyone sad.  Maybe it's because she wanted to say too much, but she couldn't say it out. There were only a few words about her feelings.

    After finishing writing, leaning on the stone by the river, he cut off the artery without hesitation, with one knife and two knife, one knife down, every bloody mouth is a small river.  Gradually, the small river accumulated into a blood-colored lake.  She finally cried out, called a friend on the forum, and told her where she was. She wanted to be less lonely at the last second before she died.  When friends from the forum arrived, within a minute of hugging Mo Ran, Mo Ran seemed to have stopped breathing.

    Friends on the forum found Mo Ran's mobile phone in her bag and notified her family.  According to Mo Ran's last wish, that friend posted the news on the forum that night with great grief.  The sad friend who stayed up all night watching the post kept replying to every question of the person he cared about the next day.  At this moment, another friend who was in the same forum got the news that Mo Ran was still alive, and spread it out.

    This is the truth of the so-called oolong, a love that is too sad to remember, let alone die.  Mo Ran is really dead, her heart is dead, but her body and mind are still alive.  In order to prevent her from being hurt, the forum blocked all her news. Those who knew the inside story were heartbroken, and those who didn't know the so-called continued to complain.

    (Men will burn their bodies for lust, women only burn lust for love. A man's love from the heart will naturally spoil a woman into a child. A woman's love from the heart will naturally turn a man into a prodigal son. Not every  All these feelings are worth moving,) (remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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