Short story so-called "love"

"Ayin, if we can still leave alive today, I hope we can still hear the wonderful rhythm of your fingertips flowing."

"Zhao, if we can really survive today, I hope to see you dancing the silver gun every day."

Deng Ai, surrounded by the demon clan, looked at their smiling faces and couldn't help recalling that he had had the opportunity to have such a friendship, but only because of one give up, he is still lonely and moving forward today.

"Let's do it. Mengdie, who has just escaped, will soon bring the enemy's reinforcements. If it continues like this, the balance of the war will gradually tilt towards the other party." After saying that, Deng Ai disappeared in place, and the next second the surging demon army rushed to the two people who were already sleepy.

Deng Ai still did not move, because he knew that there was another person hiding in it. He was the best existence in the human race, and he was also his own prey to spy on. Deng Ai was waiting, while Zhao Heyin, who was not surrounded by the demon army, began to play his own death music, a corpse, a series of scars, and a friend who could rely on him.

Time is passing, death continues, but the war situation becomes obvious and clear driven by time. Physical consumption, willpower loss... Zhao knew that the shadow of death had been covering his head, and that his hope was gradually fading with the passage of time, but the support behind him supported his body and encouraged him to roar spiritually. The silver gun danced wildly, and the white dragon's soul smiled proudly. This is Zhao's most authentic portrayal and the most perfect support in A Yin's heart. The blood-stained white robe dances quietly and gracefully, and the fingertips flow wonderfully. Ayin's piano can always play fascinating music, which also inspires the support behind it.

Deng Ai looked at the change of the situation, couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth, and gently waved the weapon in his hand, which seemed to be really waiting for the desperate move of the old enemy hidden in the surrounding fate. Time is still passing, and the situation is gradually clearer. Zhao's heroic smile on his face still can't be covered up, tired body and vague consciousness.

Jiang Wei is still waiting for the perfect opportunity. The heroes created in the cruel environment should be more ruthless. Jiang Wei, who has wandered on countless life lines, knows that only by patience and waiting can there be a chance to win the hope of survive.

Mengdie has left stealth with the help of his perfect body and seek rescue in the clan. Now his most important task is to take off and drag it to the last moment. Even if he knows that there is little hope, he can only try his best to get to the next second...

The wind blew the leaves, and the sword moved the cold light. At this moment, Deng Ai suddenly jumped up and disappeared in an instant. When Deng Ai jumped away, Jiang Wei, who had been hidden for a long time, had been exposed to Deng Ai's vision. With Jiang Wei's exposure, Jiang Wei's only opportunity also disappeared. Deng Ai did not take action only because he had been afraid of Jiang Wei, who had been hiding in the dark, just to prevent Jiang Wei's fatal sneak attack.

With Jiang Wei's exposure, the situation became more obvious. Deng Ai did not care about anything and rushed directly to Zhao, and Jiang Wei was also madly besieged by the demons...

Zhao looked at Deng Ai, who flew to his body, and the only fire of hope in his heart was ruthlessly extinguished. The demon star met his already exhausted self, and the result was self-evident. The flame of hope was not extinguished, which was undoubtedly like a sharp sword piercing into the already fragile heart. Zhao still held the gun in his hand, but his consciousness was gradually confused, and a trace of helpless self-deprecating hung on his face.

The claws are getting closer and closer, and even the grooves on the claws are clearly visible, and you can even feel the recklessness of the claws, as close to...

Blood splashed, but Zhao saw the wound appear on Ayin's shoulder. At that moment, Ayin turned to herself and blocked herself from taking her life...

Zhao did not expect that Deng Ai also did not expect it. In a moment, he lost his mind and found that his shoulder was also pierced by a sharp arrow, and the breath of life on the arrow eclipsed his strength. Deng Ai turned around and looked back. The weak dream butterfly had fallen to the ground....

Jiang Wei has never lost his mind, because the first lesson taught by the teacher is that no matter when, a calm brain is always the key to victory. But at this moment, everything was left behind, looking at the sudden appearance of Mengdie, looking at the seriously injured sound, looking at... Crazy.... Play a piece of death crazily....

Zhao still did not move. He hugged A Yin, who was lying in his arms, full of regret, and his heart seemed to be telling his endless chagrin.

The hero was burned by the anger of revenge, just like the return of Shura, the roar of death, the blood-stained lotus blooming in his hands, the overture of the dead shining in the dream, silver gun, soul of war, death, soul exile...

Under the corpse, Jiang Wei held Mengdie, who had already fainted, and his eyes were more confused. Zhao Heyin lay beside him and Jiang Wei seemed to have felt their vitality passing by little. Even the dream butterfly in his arms seems to be waiting for the call of death, and all this is only due to the mistake of his decision, as well as the soft wound in his heart before...

The hellish battlefield sounded by the sound of iron hooves. Jiang Wei knew that this was the rescuer of the two races. If he didn't return overnight, the clan would definitely send someone to save him, but...

"I'm not dead? Am I still alive? Zhao looked at the elders around him and struggled to get up. Seeing this, Yun hurriedly said, "I just recovered from the big injury and have a good rest." After Yun finished speaking, Zhao quickly asked, "Dad, what's wrong with A Yin? What's wrong with her..." Yun forgot that Zhao shook his head and said, "Ask the magic doctor!"

The magic doctor walked to Zhao and said, "Everything is up to you! I can't make the decision for you." Zhao looked at the magic doctor, as if his desperate heart suddenly flashed with the fire of hope. "The magic doctor, what should I do..."

The magic doctor thought for a moment and said, "You know, the claws of the death star carry ghost gas. Once it penetrates into the human body, it is extremely difficult to eradicate, plus... Although I can save her, I dare not wake him up, because if I want to save her, I must clear the dark air in her body, and once I do this, it will damage her recent memory. I will also forget what happened to you in this short time and forget your attachment to each other... So I dare not do it without permission, everything..."

Zhao Wenyan lay weakly in ** and began to recall all this from the beginning to today, recalling his first acquaintance with her, the first acquaintance, recalling the blood-stained white robe on the battlefield, heroic pride... Can she still remember me? Can we start all over again..."

"She will still remember you, but you know that you only regarded her as a sister in the past, but she always thought that the person you love is Wudie. You should know your marriage with Wudie..." Zhao nodded and said, "I know, I will let go..."

Zhao looked at the sound that had come to him, and a feeling of desolation surged into his heart, "Brother Zhao, are you going back tomorrow?"

Zhao looked at the still perfect cheek with a little bitter smile and said, "Yes, I'm going back tomorrow!"

"Brother Zhao, you must not miss a glass of wedding wine when you marry Sister Mengdie!" After saying that, he heard the exquisite shout behind him, said goodbye and left. It's just that when he left, he didn't hear Zhao's last murmur, "Actually, the bride that night should have been you..."

Zhao returned to the human race, and the sound remained in the Protoss....

On the school yard, Zhao still danced the silver gun in his hand, and Jiang Wei also fiddled with the sword in his hand. But the dream butterfly in the corner is just looking at it....

"Lord, is this really good? Is it really right for us to break up the two of them like this? Yun stood beside the emperor and looked ahead and asked blankly.

"I don't know that Jiang Wei loves Yin deeply, but the fact that Zhao and Mengdie have been engaged since childhood has long spread all over the two clans. At least... And the most important point is that we owe Jiang Wei too much, and it's time to change..." Yun knew that there was still a sentence in the emperor's heart, that is, for the interests of the clan, some things must be sacrificed, such as feelings... Unfortunately, it was his own child who died this time....

As Zhao and Mengdie's wedding are getting closer and closer, there are gradually more Protos faces on the campus, including the sound...

"Congratulations, Brother Zhao bless you..." Zhao smiled and just nodded....

Jiang Wei looked at the two people and couldn't help but have a colic in their hearts. The conversation continued, but the pain in their hearts became stronger and stronger. The pain was heartbreaking, so painful that it was indescribable that it hurt...

"Bless you..." Zhao Wenyan looked at Jiang Wei after saying this and walked to himself, "Bless you. In fact, I know that you have not lost your memory, and you still love each other, all..." Jiang Wei smiled bitterly as he spoke....

After hearing what Jiang Wei said, he looked at Zhao in surprise, and Zhao still looked at the voice with the same joy.

At this moment, the two knew that they had made the same decision, but this decision made them retreat, afraid, sad and desperate...

Only when you truly love each other can you give up your happiness for the sake of the other party and sacrifice yourself just for the tomorrow of your lover. Jiang Wei looked at the two people with a wry smile and then turned around and saw Mengdie looking at him with tears on his face. He couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, "I'm sorry, butterfly, I..."

"Brother, you are so stupid" Mengdie smiled, smiling sadly, but more happy. Jiang Wei looked at Mengdie and suddenly remembered why Mengdie still stayed there regardless of her own safety, why did she tell herself directly after knowing that incident, why she often cried in front of her, why she cried so sadly but smiled so happily, and finally understood this sentence " The meaning of "you are so stupid."

"Yes, I'm really stupid." Jiang Wei looked at Mengdie and smiled, but he didn't know that his cheeks were covered with tears at this time...

And tears are not bitter but really salty....