Chapter 44: General's confession (1)

He still has a hand on his forehead, which seems very distressing.
The words were silent and touched his hair. Although I understood the general ins and outs, I still had to cover my heart with guilt.
"What's wrong, I just received your call."
He touched the other's palm and tried to get a touch of warmth and strength from above, but the sound was awkward, like a hard squeeze.
"I..." He paused. "I didn't protect the softness, she was gone."
He was almost dejected, and Shen Zhiruo was missing for a long time, and he almost felt that he had lost half of his spirit.
"It's my fault."
He couldn't help but reach out and circle the other person in his arms.
"No, don't think like this, calm down."
"Thank you, I..." He couldn't help but use the honorific words when he was nervous, but now his hands and feet have taken over all his brains. "I... I am a little scared."
It is not a pleasure for a man to admit that his fragility is a reality. This shows that he is too ignorant of the six gods, too much to analyze himself for a little calm.
He patted his back to show his appease.
At this time, Shen Zhifan seems to need more to talk, he only needs to accept his hug here without hesitation, and then give him a solid shoulder.
"I lost my memory, I... I don't remember a lot of things," his fingers grabbed his collar, and he could even see his white bones, and his white lips. "I know I have A lot of things... A lot of things are not very good, I must have done something wrong, but I can't trace it, even because those memories are terrible, I simply... I don't want to track down."
He remembered the time when he was in the net of the machine. The other side was so cold and sweaty that his back was shaking and he was as wet as cold water.
- The broken picture passed through his mind thousands of times in that second, as if Wan Jianjian stabbed his heart, and all kinds of sounds passed through his eardrum.
- He clearly didn't think of anything, but the body still had that kind of tremor, that kind of unspeakable pain, as if it could cut the inside of the body in a meticulous and decisive manner, the flesh and blood hurts, broken The bitterness.
Let his body stiffen and start to tremble.
The pain of that time made him deeply understand the difference in his own body.
His experience, the nightmare of the past, was as painful as a sixteen-year-old boy could reach.
The sixteen-year-old Shen Zhifan is innocent and kind, lives on the remote wilderness planet, and faces the distant stars to pray every night before going to bed, praying that he can have a smooth and bright future, and he will touch the most. The love can be called the swearing and yearning.
Instead of waking up, it seems to have everything, but lost everything.
He can't say what he lost in the end, but the intuition tells him not to know what to do.
He still remembers the person mentioned at the end of the diary.
His tone is full of anger, not for someone, but for a world.
Such a person seems to be dangerously unreasonable. What kind of things did Shen Zhifan have done in the past, and what kind of people are in contact with him... Is the disappearance of Shen Zhirou also related to those people?
It seems that this reason is even bigger.
He couldn't help but think of the midnight call, the strange man, talking cold words.
Thinking about it now may be a wake-up call.
Because he didn't remember, the other party easily noticed his difference and threatened him with Shen Zhirou.
This sounds very reasonable and has to be trusted by Shen Zhifan.
"I thought... I thought I didn't think about it, those things would disappear," his fingers still clenched his sly clothes, his eyes looked utterly unpredictable. "But no, The riddled holes around me are all flaws. As long as Shen Zhirou is enough for me to collapse... I have done a lot of things, so I will definitely get retribution... even if I don’t know what I did.

"...I said this, it sounds scary."
He suddenly paused, his tone suddenly cooled down, and even some despair.
"Adult, I used to say in the diary that I feel desperate about this country. I... Did I do it, what should I not do?"
With a sigh of relief, he firmly held the other side, but at this time he did not know what to say.
"You... actually know it," Shen Zhifan looked up and his eyes were gray. "I have never said, greedily enjoy your good for me... I feel that you are special to me, I... I Indulge in this kind of happiness, so I have always refused to face the reality."
"I did it, very bad thing?"
Shen Zhifan is like a thin jade, and now this piece of thin jade is covered with a touch of dust, so that the heart of the words is also dusty.
"No." He knew that if he really said something at this time, he would shake him.
This boy, who is called a teenager, is at least a certain point of view.
He bit his lip tightly, as if he had to say anything, he would be the same as death.
The words directly lifted his chin and kissed it hard.
Because of excessive force, he felt that he had probably bitten the other's lips, but Shen Zhifan didn't care, his arms were around his neck.
He seems to be dying, thinking, he did not do anything wrong, he was used from beginning to end.
He was originally a good boy, carefree, with a pair of the best eyes in the world, he wanted to cherish him... but didn't have time.
So the boy who was originally treasured in his heart suffered hardships, was tortuous, oppressed, used, and was honed into a sharp and ruthless cold knife.
He is very strong and has good fortune, but he is not happy at all.
He lived in thin ice, and he was clearly placed on silk gold and silver, but the seeds of hatred were buried in his heart, which made him exhausted.
So he is going to die.
The words kissed him hard, wrapped around his lips, and licked his every fluid, nothing more diverting attention than the suffocating kiss.
The pain of the other side gradually turned into a strong breathing sound, as if echoing in an empty room, bringing inexplicable embarrassment.
He saw his eyes closed tightly, and the eyes of the two eyes were stunned. They were either innocent or melancholy, but this did not affect his good looks. His eyelashes trembled like butterflies and flickered in the thin jade. on.
This is the best teenager in the world, his favorite person.
His mind is also empty, just thinking like this.
But he almost died, because those who are self-satisfied, he worked so hard, so tired, the pressure on both sides is like a mountain, so he even would rather escape into a sixteen-year-old boy.
How can he be willing?
He can only kiss him like this, to transfer his wounds and lick his scars.
But the kiss finally came to an end. At the end, Shen Zhifan seemed to have calmed down and was no longer as bad as before.
... Of course, it may be because the kiss is more forceful, so that his entire face is red.
The words were not willing to end, and he pulled him and kissed him in his eyebrows.
Kiss down in an inch and finally kiss your lips.
"...General, adult."
"Don't you call me that?"
He pointed his nose to his nose, and both of them were close to each other.
"……me……"
He looked down suspiciously, but his words dragged his chin.
"You are not wrong," he comforted. "You don't know those for the time being, I tell you anything else."
Shen Zhifan turned his eyes to see him.
"Seven years ago, at n-192, you saved me," he said slowly, his face was a little red. "I was not with you because of the military, but I never told you, actually we..."
Shen Zhifan has big eyes.
"So," he paused and kissed him lightly. "I am here to take responsibility for you."
"Don't be afraid."