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Coat of Arms of the Wolf Chapter 95 The Last Smile (2)

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    Just as there is no absolute hope or despair, there is no absolute strength or weakness.

    Everyone has two sides, positive and negative, good and evil, strong and weak.

    Mo Jian is a strong young man. His hopes have abandoned him countless times, but it is in the heart of this strong young man that there is also a weakness that ordinary people cannot touch.

    He will be sad, distressed, helpless, desperate, angry, want to question, and even have the urge to destroy everything, just because the world he originally loved has become difficult for him to accept.

    "What to do! What to do to break this disgusting reality?"

    "What to do! What to do to control this ridiculous fate?"

    "What to do! What to do to restore that figure that is about to go away?"

    "What to do! What to do!"

    The red blood flowed down between the fingers that were tightly clenched and twisted, but even so, it still couldn't relax the body that was as tight as a bowstring.

    Screaming, the silent shouting was like rolling thunder accumulating in the tight chest, as if it might burst out at any time.

    Anger is a poison, a poison that can kill any reason or strength, and in this crazy and suffocating anger, there is only one answer to Mo Jian, an answer hidden deep in his heart.

    "Can you give me a cigarette"

    The weak words, as if they could be blown away by just a gust of wind, escaped from the corners of Namjoon¡¯s dry lips.

    Mo Jian did not move. He did not move not because he did not dare to move, but because at this moment he had completely locked himself into the bottomless darkness in his heart.

    Ye Zi seemed to see something, he breathed a sigh of relief and strode towards Namjoon's direction.

    The smoke is still the wrinkled soft-shell Marlboro.

    The lighter is still the faded white zippo.

    "However, people are no longer the same people who used to play with lighters as vigorously as flames.

    He lay quietly, motionless, staring at the place above which had no other color except darkness.

    Ye Zi¡¯s movements were very light and gentle. It was hard to imagine that a tall and strong man like him could make such gentle movements.

    What brought Mo Jian back to his senses was neither the calls of Ye Zi and Namjoon, nor the sound of friction between fire wheels and flints, but the blue flames dancing in the wind and the familiar and choking smoke.  taste.

    He raised his head in a daze, looking at the flickering flames and the dimming smoke rings. He struggled to open his lips that seemed to be condensed and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he was unable to spit out a word.  Words come.

    "NaXiao Mo"

    "I am here¡­¡­"

    "It's really nice to meet you"

    Pain engulfed Mo Jian's face in an instant. He should have said these words because he owed Namjoon so much, but at this moment, his throat seemed to be choked by the thousands of words that came to his mind.  Thousands of words were blocked, and not even a single word could be uttered.

    "You have to be strong to survive no matter what happens" As if seeing through the pain in Mo Jian's eyes, Nan Jun slightly raised the corners of his lips and said, "It's nice to meet you  Ifthere is an afterlifeI hope wecan stillget together"

    Seemingly tired from talking too much, Namjoon smiled and closed his dull eyes.

    Hands, white and slender hands, slowly dropped from the window.

    Smoke, the dimly shining cigarette also fell between the slack fingers at the same moment.

    Mo Jian stared blankly at the hanging arm and the smiling face that seemed to be in a dream. At this moment, his stopped brain was filled with only the same pictures.  ¡¯s handsome smile.

    Ye Zi looked at Nanjun quietly as if he was sleeping, then slowly bent down and picked up the unextinguished cigarette on the ground.

    Ye Zi is a non-smoker. He doesn't smoke just because he is naturally disgusted with the pungent smell. But now, not only does he continue to smoke, he is just like an old smoker who has failed to quit smoking.

    Maybe everyone has their own experience of what it feels like to smoke for the first time, but the only thing that is the same is the cough, which is difficult to adapt to.

    The same goes for Ye Zi, he is not a mountain, so he is coughing, as if he will cough out his heart and lungs at any time, his face is covered with tears, and his whole body is shaking from the cough.

    However, even so, he was still sucking and coughing loudly.

    ?Is it the smoke that chokes people, or is it that they feel lost?  Are you smoking to suffer, or are you looking for something in the pungent smoke?

    Perhaps the only person who knows these answers is Ye Zi himself.

    "Brother Nan"

    Ye Zi slowly threw away the cigarette butt in his hand that smelled like burning, looked at Namjoon quietly on the bed who still showed a peaceful smile, and said in a hoarse voice: "He's gone."

    Mo Jian seemed to have not yet come out of the blank space in his mind, and murmured with empty eyes: "Why"

    "you¡­¡­"

    Ye Zi seemed to want to say something, but his voice was instantly annihilated by Mo Jian's roar that sounded like angry thunder.

    "Why didn't you save him! Why!"

    Even without looking, Ye Zi could feel the hysterical anger from Mo Jian's iron-like gaze.

    However, he couldn't answer. Not only could he not answer Mo Jian's question, he didn't even have the courage to look at Mo Jian at this moment, because the same anger and regret filled his heart.

    If he hadn¡¯t been drunk last night, if he hadn¡¯t been too drunk, if he could have stayed by Namjoon¡¯s side, how could Namjoon have been plotted against.

    But Ye Zi understands that this is not an if world. On the contrary, in this world, what if can only bring is deep pain and regret.

    "No one in this world knows his own body better than him. The reason why he holds on until now is just to see you."

    Ye Zi left. After he said these words to Mo Jian, he slowly walked out from Mo Jian's side.

    Mo Jian did not question again, nor did he look at Ye Zi. At this moment, he stood quietly on the spot like a thoughtless statue.

    Namjoon was waiting for him, waiting for him with a smile as always, but he didn't know that this was the last time, but he couldn't even respond to a promise.

    Perhaps this was not the first time, but it was the first time in his life that he had so clearly experienced the pain accumulating in his chest that made him unable to breathe, made him lose consciousness, and made his heart paralyze.
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