Pain.￥f,

Enrique couldn't describe this pain. He felt that he was about to collapse. He had been consciously stimulated and had spasms all over his body. Some point in his body seemed to be corroded by something.

bump.

Enrique, under the light, shook his eyes closed, and when the sound of his heels colliding with the ground came out, he still didn't open his eyes. It was not the discomfort of being too lazy to close his eyes when he was sleepy, but the pain of enduring the pain, closing his eyes tightly, and even the corners of his eyes squeezed out the pain.

It hurts so much

Enrique had never experienced this pain in his life. Sulfuric acid seemed to be surging in his stomach, and a odor kept rising in his throat, and he felt like he was about to retching at any time. He felt that the thinking in his mind had been tortured to the extreme by this pain, and the dizziness felt like he was lying on a rotating turntable.

How could it hurt so much

How could my stomach hurt so unknown

This shouldn't be the feeling after being drunk.

“norhereare lure,”

“ateverybendintheroad,”

“bernearorar”

A gentle humming appeared at Enrique's most painful moments. A picture that completely formed two poles slowly unfolded when Enrique opened his eyes.

Under the dim light, the light shadows swayed, and the light in the room kept shaking along the cold wind blowing into the window when the drizzle fell, flickering and dark. On the other side of the room, a woman was dressing up with a small mirror. The woman had a short hair and a female clutch on her legs. She sat on the armrest of the sofa and kept scribing her eyebrows and eyes while humming.

On the other end, Enrique on the floor curled up into a ball, grinning, and when he woke up, he was completely dominated by pain. He chose to surrender at the moment he opened his eyes.

He felt so painful that he wanted to die of pain.

According to statistics, those patients with incurable diseases face the same problem when choosing to end their lives. They sweat heavily before the pain, and their whole body twitches in the face of pain. That kind of pain will completely give up the will to survive and want to die

Because, it will not hurt if you die

“Teat VegotalytoshareTeat Rload”

The singing continued, but the woman had stopped putting on makeup. He put the lip gloss in his hand into his bag, reached out to tidy up his dress, stroked his stockings, and turned his head for a second

Enrique suddenly forgot the pain and thought about the clown who showed his lineup under lightning in a rainy night

He is a man.

A man who doesn't look like a woman at all in women's clothing and makeup.

"Hi, Enrique."

His fingers stretched out were very masculine. He sat on the armrest of the sofa and pointed at Enrique with a smile, "Is that money still comfortable to spend?"

When the pain came again, Enrique's whole body felt as if it was overpowered. He finally supported his elbow and suddenly fell to the ground while lying on his side. He felt as if someone had pulled away all his strength. He lay on the floor and raised his upper lip with his head on the floor and exposed his front teeth and gums.

The constant irritating pain in the things in his belly made him have no time to pay attention to the words of this bastard.

"As a soldier, he stole military weapons and sold them to gangsters, and used the money he earned to treat your wife, Enrique, you are nobler than every bastard I have ever killed."

He faced Enrique, crossed his legs and pointed the toes of the black high heels at Enrique's body. He said slowly: "But I still want to kill you. There must be someone in this world who deal with those unruly guys."

His face changed. He looked out the window full of yearning: "Without you, my daughter should be bathing in love with her boyfriend. She will pretend to be angry shyly when I talked to Erkov about her and her boyfriend."

He seemed to have some pictures that did not exist at all. Then, the picture turned and his slender voice turned rough: "It's you"

"It was those people like you who hurt her."

"She deserves to be saved, she deserves to be saved, she has escaped, escaped from that dirty and painful world, why not give her a chance to send her back, do you have no children, don't you know how scared a girl was at that time?"

"She was afraid of being entangled by a colorful python, slowly stopping breathing in her desire for liberation. I don't know if God has given her the light to heaven and illuminating the last darkness in her life."

Enrique suddenly rolled from the ground to the wall. When he hit the wall, he made a sound of death from his throat that he could not reach out: "Uh"

His hand pressed on his stomach, and his belly collapsed deeply under his hands. The powerful force pressed his body like a hungry refugee.

"Does it hurt?"

"I gave birth to her a million times more painful than you. She is the most shining angel in my life and I. From the moment she was born, we were in happiness every day, watching her cry, watching her laugh, watching her little feet that could not walk, but you took her away. After her soul was broken, you still didn't return her to me, no."

"You use her to sell money. Why don't you kidnap her for the sake of money? I just want her to return to me and I can give everything I can."

He is Erkov, but he is talking about Erkov's name one by one.

Touch, touch, touch.

Enrique hit the wall with his head violently. He hoped that the head would cause him to ignore the pain in his body, or simply knock him out, as long as it didn't hurt.

Erkov walked over in high heels, reached out and pulled Enrique's collar back, dragged it along the floor on the ground to the center of the house, and squatted beside Enrique: "Look at this room, look at it."

Erkov pointed his finger at the wall, and there were Brad Pitt's poster, Keanu Reeves' poster, Leonardo's poster, and all the handsome guys were all handsome. Even the laptop on the desk was pink, but the computer style had passed away for a long time.

"See this room has not been moved for ten years. It's been ten years. I clean her here every day. I lie on that single bed and hold her favorite teddy bear every night. I still remember that bear has a name. I forgot, I forgot, I forgot the name of the bear. But, I remember, I remember the reason why I wait here, I hope she will come back. In any way, I just want to take a look. I'm listening to her saying, "It's not about looking at the photos or watching videos. I want to see her, who should be 26 years old this year, standing beside me and saying, "Why are you sleeping in my room and reading my diary, how can you do this?"
Chapter completed!