Chapter 111 Who to Live for

Jia Yingying tried her best to move her uninjured arm. She reached out and stroked Dong Zhishu's face. His black eyes looked at his face, with a strong love in his eyes, as if he would never see enough in his life.

It used to be slender and small, although there is also a cool palm in summer. At this moment, he branded the skin on Dong Zhishu's face like a piece of charcoal, but he still turned his face slightly and snuggled up to her palm with his cheek. When her life was about to leave, Dong Zhishu could feel his sincere heartache.

"She is a woman who is under hidden rules!"

Dong Zhishu thought that someone would laugh at her choice like this in the future. Then Dong Zhishu wants to know whether someone will laugh at the makers of the "unspoken rules", or will anyone hold them accountable?

And can knives kill people? A woman who is "unspoken" is just her misfortune! Of course, there are also some women who regard this as capital and even show off. That must be a despicable thing. But those women who have been coerced and have to do so deserve sympathy.

The only thing worthy of approval is the female warriors who are fighting!

As for those who have made unspoken rules, how to deal with them? Let them hold it naked. The official's money is squandering all over the world, taking the nationalities of other countries to make money from the Chinese people.

People are doing it, and God is watching!

Heaven is clear and the retribution is not good!

At this time, Jia Yingying probably understood that she could no longer escape the terrible fate in front of her. On the contrary, she did not cry like an ordinary woman, and she became calm at this time. Chinese women are often victims under the "unspoken rules", but they also become rational and strong because of this cruel world.

This makes Dong Zhishu want to mourn them with crying, because women are romantic animals. But what kind of society will make them have to abandon those lovely natures and the self-esteem they should have enjoyed?

Jia Yingying's eyes were full of shame, but at this time, a holy light also flashed. It's as if she didn't sell her most precious dignity for nothing. In other words, except for the man in front of her, there is nothing worth her nostalgia for.

Her trembling lips and bright eyes stared at Dong Zhishu

"No, secretary, don't say anything! Let me take a good look at you. I will always remember you in my heart. In the future, I... I... I won't drink that bowl of soup, I...!"

There was a trace of fear in Jia Yingying's pupils, which were soon scattered by some bright and hopeful light. At this time, her body temperature rose significantly, and her rapid breathing made her chest rise and fall together.

"Farewell...no...my dear...love..."

When it comes to the last word, Jia Yingying can no longer make a sound. Only her cyan red lips have begun to exhale, and the scorching airflow shows that her life has not completely passed away. The trembling red lips spit out the mouth shape of that word - "LOVE".

Dong Zhishu's eyes are completely blurred. He doesn't remember crying and sad like this since he was a child. Since childhood, Dong Zhishu has known that knowledge changes fate. But who would have thought that his order would be changed to look like this.

Tears flowed crazily down his face and fell down the tip of his nose, Jia Yingying's already blue and black face. In Dong Zhishu's heart, she is still his flower and his lover. And at this moment when she was about to die, tears could no longer take her back.

Dong Zhishu cried and did not shy away from it at all. This is not the strength a man should have. He knew that he could do nothing to remove his tears for Jia Yingying's departure. He trembled his lips and spit out the regret that a strong man should never have.

"Bow me... It's all my fault. It's my fault that I don't have the ability! If I choose to study abroad...!"

At this time, Dong Zhishu is not at all strange. Jia Yingying, who is still ** in his arms. He just hates that he is not promising. When he graduated, he didn't choose the way to study abroad because he considered his family's endurance.

Dong Zhishu knows his ability, he knows that he can study in the best universities in the United States, and he knows that he can get a full scholarship. Because of the civilian family, he has no way out except for death.

Then one day, if you have learned cutting-edge technology, you can sneer in the face of the "American treatment" proposed by some units in China. Originally, Jia Yingying was the woman who should accompany her when she sneered.

But now, because of her choice, the shame she suffered finally lost her life helplessly here. Who is to blame for all this?

Dong Zhishu never thought that his choice would bring such harm. Although Jia Yingying died under the mouth of the zombie, even though she died naked in her arms. But will Dong Zhishu blame her? Will he blame her for using her beauty to fight for a bright future for her lover?

"You are so stupid, Yingying, you are so stupid. How can you choose like this!"

Dong Zhishu, who was crying, felt Jia Yingying move his hand. It's just that her hand didn't grab his face because of the corpse, but lifted Dong Zhishu's hand holding the gun with her last strength.

Dong Zhishu knew that Jia Yingying felt that her life was about to end, and she urged him to do what he should do. Under the vigilance, Dong Zhishu turned his head and squeezed his eyes, cleared his tears, and then looked at Jia Yingying in front of him.

In the black eyes that were just shining with hope, the last glimmer of light was about to dissipate. At this time, she just stared at Dong Zhishu's face with tears, as if to engrave his face firmly in his soul to fulfill her promise on the Naihe Bridge.

Dong Zhishu did not doubt her at all, and did not doubt that she would firmly remember herself. And when crossing the bridge, don't drink the bowl of Mengpo soup. Dong Zhishu put the muzzle of the pistol in his hand against Jia Yingying's towering chest. He just didn't want to shoot her in the face and didn't want her to become ugly because she was shot.

And this is his book of Dong Zhishu, a man who repeatedly complains about his uselessness in the bottom of his heart, and the last thing he can do to his lover in his arms.

"Wow...!"

The heavy gunfire sounded in the room where the door was closed. The sergeant who had fought with Dong Zhishu outside the door had come back by this time. The sound of gunfire made his heart trembling. This is not a common thing. In fact, his and ordinary people are different.

The heart of an ordinary person will change its beating rules because of emotions, fighting or something else.

But this is not the case for the soldiers in front of them. Their hearts only have three standard heart rates available. One is the fast heartbeat that provides strong power when fighting, the other is the slow heartbeat when resting, and the last one is also the most commonly used, which is one-fifth faster than ordinary people. This allows them to cope with most of the usual work, including vigilance and marching.

When there is no violent battle, they keep running at this speed. This makes them move quickly and quickly, but the problem is that they usually can't be idle at all. Therefore, at ordinary times, they have to use a large amount of exercise to remove the excessive power brought by the heart.

Because of the sound of gunfire, such a heart trembling. Among these elite soldiers, that is absolutely rare and unique. The only reason is that this matter did touch him. The only result is that he, no matter how many soldiers have been transformed, he is still a man. A creature with human feelings.

Because of feelings, he hated himself a little at this time. If it weren't for the military rules, if it weren't for the order, he had just opened the head of Director Ji with one shot. Because the girl who only had her hand bitten and then cut off half of her arm by him told him that the two of them were pushed out by Director Ji to explore the way.

For the time being, this is something that can't be dealt with. As a soldier, the non-commissioned officer in front of him can't do things according to his own preferences. He couldn't even tell Dong Zhishu about it. Because that may cause some special problems in the immediate disaster that has just been calmed down.

With the sound of the gun, the door opened, and what came out was Dong Zhishu, who was carrying a gun. The soul of dementia was almost dissipated. Without warning, the sergeant suddenly raised his hand and slapped Dong Zhishu heavily.

"Wake up, boy, make it clear to me. Look at when this is and how many people in the whole research center have not been saved. And I'm sure that the girl just now absolutely doesn't want to see you live as you are now! You...you him. Mom is really not my soldier, or I will shoot you down. VIII. Eggs!"

Another heavy slap made Dong Zhishu's face feel as tingling as a needle. He had a cold shiver. His soul, which had just almost dissipated because of Jia Yingying's death, returned to him in a hot feeling on his face.

He looked up at the soldiers in front of him, and he could feel their concern. Especially the commissioned officer in front of him, the understanding in his eyes almost made Dong Zhishu's tears fall again. But then, in the firm eyes of the other party, he stabilized his mind.

"Yes, sir, I will live well for her."

Yes, Dong Zhishu understands that as long as he is alive, he can always remember Jia Yingying. And in the base, she is not the only person she really cares about. Especially Mr. Yan, Dong Zhishu often wonders how he lived so big.

"Is it over here? We have to go to the research area. I think someone there must be still alive!"

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