MTL - Right on Target-Chapter 125 purely

The locomotive finally stopped near Old Street, and after getting off, Su Heting and Xie Zhenshu walked home. The accumulated rain in Potongzi Alley blocked the road, so Su Heting waded over and opened the door to enter.

The lights were not turned on at home, and only the bell rang a few times when entering the door. The hermit who was sitting on the sofa stood up when he heard the sound, and hurried up to greet him, saying, "Cat! Brother Xie! You guys... just as long as everyone is fine."

Su Heting saw Viper's coat scattered beside the sofa, and asked, "Has Xiang come back?"

The hermit turned to get them a towel, and said "hmm". Said: "...Mom saw Ah Xiang, they are in the basement now."

He didn't turn around for a long time, and after a while, Su Heting saw his body trembling.

The hermit held the towel and wept in the dark. He said: "Jiali, Jiali also saw Ah Xiang...their mother and daughter..."

He couldn't go on, turned his head, and wiped his tears with his sleeve. But the tears couldn't stop flowing, so he had to cover his face and cry in a low voice.

The rain kept falling behind him, Xie Zhenshu bent down and picked up the roses that fell on the carpet. The flower looked decayed, with few petals left, only the branches were still sticking out abruptly.

Su Heting walked towards the guest room, the door was unlocked, he saw the beauty sitting inside through the gap.

Jiali's hair was partly loose, and she held an unburned cigarette in her hand. She hid her flower arm in the shadow, blurred like a cloud of ink. After a while, she rolled her eyes, looked towards the door, and said, "Kitten."

Su Heting went in and sat down beside her. The rain beat on the windows and they fell into a kind of silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiali whispered, "I have fantasized about reuniting countless times."

She raised her hand, trying to take a puff of cigarette, but her hand was shaking violently.

Su Heting said: "I'm sorry."

He didn't know what he could say, he could only say sorry, even if he knew it in his heart, sorry didn't make Jiali feel better.

Jiali lowered her head, and the hair on her cheeks also fell down. She looked at the smoke and said, "...I thought I'd cry and scream when I saw her, but I didn't do anything. I couldn't...I..."

She looked gloomy and her voice gradually sank.

"I can't believe it."

It made her hard to say, and it made her cry.

"Every day and night when we were apart, I prayed for a reunion, but the prayer was not for her, but for me. I always said that I love her, as if she doesn't love me, but in this world, choose me unconditionally, It is she who is always looking for me. Being a mother is not my original wish, and I have regretted it countless times... Countless times, she still loves me.

"I was a first-time mother and I made mistakes all the time. I couldn't cook, I couldn't clean, I couldn't talk to her softly, I had nothing to do with the perfect mother, and I was even full of bad words. But No matter how much I yell at her, she will come and hug me.

"We are dependent on each other, and we are also connected by flesh and blood. After having her, I often think, is there really such a pure love in this world? Even if I am... indecent, not beautiful, not beautiful, she is always willing to follow me and hug Me, love me."

Jiali turned her head and forced a smile to Su Heting, but that smile was more sad than crying. She said: "I can make countless choices in my life, but the only time I meet her is to be chosen. We are dependent on each other, we...we are connected by flesh and blood."

She burst into tears.

"After we separated, I was in pain. When I was in pain, I secretly hoped for a new start. How shameless, ah, I actually...I even thought about giving up looking for her. The textbook described my mother as great, but I didn't Great, I am a mortal who is selfish and afraid of pain, I am... I am her mother."

The cigarette fell to the ground, and Jiali burst into tears. She covered her face with her hands, wiped her tears, and cried like a little girl. Wei Zhixin broke her finger once, and she cried too, but that crying was only her body's reaction to the pain, not her compromise to the violence. She can be as hard as steel and as soft as water.

The rain filled the windows, and Su Heting quietly picked up the cigarette amidst the sound of the rain. In the middle of the night, the hermit came to find Jiali, and she went downstairs and into the basement to bid farewell to Ah Xiang.

Su Heting remained silent, pressing his back down. He squeezed the cigarette, feeling uncomfortable in his heart. People can't empathize with each other, but sometimes, just a little bit of empathy is enough to be sad.

Xie Zhenshu walked into the room and sat in the beauty's seat. He was still holding the rose, and his white shirt was stained with blood. Neither of them spoke until dawn.

The rain in the black market didn't stop, and a few days later, at Ah Xiang's funeral, Xie Zhenshu put the rose in front of the tombstone.

"Goodbye," said the officer.

He got up and stepped back, standing side by side with Su Heting in the rain.

Su Heting said: "I gave the letter to Jiali, but she didn't read it."

Xie Zhenshu said: "She knows Ah Xiang loves her."

No one is holding an umbrella today, and the sky is gray. The two wore the same black suits, and the members of the swearing organization stepped forward one by one.

Su Heting asked suddenly: "Have you thought about giving up?"

Xie Zhenshu looked ahead and knew what he was asking.

Su Heting said: "We think that the moment we fall in love with someone is forever, but forever is longer than we imagined. When I think of the past, I will ask myself like Jiali, 'Is there really such a pure love in this world? '?"

Xie Zhenshu turned his head and looked at Su Heting. His gaze traveled through the heavy rain, as if there was substance. Su Heting also turned his head and looked at him.

The rain wet the shoulders of the two of them, and they were both slightly embarrassed.

Xie Zhenshu said: "Yes."

His eyes were restrained, but extremely firm. At this moment, the emotion surging in his chest was more intense than he had imagined. Even though the pain used to be a reincarnation, he never thought of giving up.

— Just like Su Heting jumped off the train and never thought of giving up.

They are two ends of a straight line, always facing each other in constant reunions. There is no other direction but together.

Xie Zhenshu said softly: "My love is only once, from birth to death."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to wipe Su Heting's tears.

Su Heting said: "It's raining heavily."

Xie Zhenshu said: "Yes."

The funeral ended in the rain, and Fu Ma smoked in front of the cemetery before leaving. Her black skirt dragged to the ground, covered in mud. When Su Heting approached, she was still smoking.

Fu's mother said: "Xing Tian's aircraft is on it."

Su Heting raised his head, but didn't see it.

After finishing her cigarette, Fu's mother raised her head, exhaled the smoke slowly, and said, "When they want to centralize the management of splicing people, they talk about the future in a hype, and I believe it is true. When I come here, I find that they are just farting. I wasn't angry at the time because I was just living somewhere else, it wasn't a big deal."

Su Heting didn't speak.

Fu's mother asked, "What are they using Ah Xiang for?"

Su Heting said: "Memory, the memory of another experimental subject."

Fu's mother put out the cigarette, and said: "No wonder, the back of the little girl's head is full of wires. I operated on her, but she didn't scream, and she was harder than her mother. But I think it's really unfair to his father. The good boy has become the target of teasing, and the world should have ended a long time ago."

Su Heting looked at her fiercely.

Fu's mother said: "Do you still remember the model I didn't finish last time?"

Su Heting thought for a while and said, "You said that was my younger brother."

Fu's mother said: "That's right, that's your new brother, but I'm not ready yet, I'm almost there... I have to retreat for a few days."

The hermit poked his head out of the car and waved at them.

Fu's mother ignored her. She lifted her skirt and said, "Xing Tian and the committee must pay for this incident with blood. But there is no future in going it alone. Mom, I will ask the hermit to contact friends. I will call you in a few days, It's time for your implants to get fixed, too."

After finishing speaking, she patted Su Heting on the back and got into the car by herself.

When he got home, Su Heting took a bath first, and when Xie Zhenshu came out, the cat had already fallen asleep on the bed. His tail drooped so low that he was about to fall to the ground.

Xie Zhenshu turned off the light and picked up the tail. He was holding his tail, trying to let go of his fingers, but he didn't.

Su Heting was half awake, and said in a muffled voice, "Your fingers are so cold."

Xie Zhenshu said: "...um."

He sent the tail back and pulled the quilt over Su Heting. But the tail pushed back the quilt, put it on his wrist, and patted him slightly.

Xie Zhenshu leaned over and asked, "Huh?"

Su Heting said something in a low voice, but Xie Zhenshu didn't hear clearly. The cat turned around halfway, grabbed the officer by the collar, and kissed the officer lightly.

Xie Zhenshu's hair was not dried, water drops fell down and landed on Su Heting's neck. He braced his body, and did not change his face in this quick kiss, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

Su Heting said, "Can I kiss you?"

Xie Zhenshu said: "No."

Su Heting said: "I'm done kissing, I still—"

Xie Zhenshu pinched his chin firmly and kissed him in this position. Su Heting thought it was only a few seconds at first, but he didn't expect the kiss to be surprisingly long.

When he could catch his breath, Xie Zhenshu asked, "Can I kiss you?"

Su Heting was ready to parrot, saying: "Don't—"

Xie Zhenshu continued to kiss him, asking in a low voice while kissing: "Can I kiss you?"

Su Heting blushed and said, "No..."

Xie Zhenshu pressed the tip of his nose against the cat's cheek, lowered his eyes, and kept kissing until Su Heting's cat's ears drooped, almost smoking.

Su Heting said: "Yes, yes! You kiss, kiss whatever you want..."

Xie Zhenshu turned the cat over and kissed him. Su Heting forgot when the kiss stopped, all he knew was that their noses touched each other in the dark, exchanging breaths.

Su Heting said: "I always forget to say a word to you."

Xie Zhenshu said: "What?"

Su Heting said: "I love you."