Chapter 135: (End of full text)

She was about to go up, but stood still by the car. An Yan didn't move, looked down at her. Then she smiled brilliantly, looked up and kissed him on the cheek: "I went up. Come on, don't be late."
An Yan stared at her and said, "I have been thinking these days. Would you like a bodyguard for Fang Qingge?"
Gu Fang looked at him, and knew that he had kept it in mind because of the last time. She shook her head with a smile and said, "That's so uncomfortable. I will be careful in the future, as a detective's girlfriend, I will not be taken away again. And you see, now you move my house to you Aside. The job you introduced to me was 100 meters away from your police station; I went to party with friends, and you followed inseparably ... An Yan, I think it ’s enough. Do we both want to be conjoined babies? ?"
An Yan was so hot on her face that she said, "Oh", she turned and rode away. Gu Fang looked at his back, suddenly smiled, and shouted, "Hey, shall I cook for you at home at night?"
An Yan's car stopped immediately, turning her head to look at her with a smile. The smile was so bright and handsome: "Good."
...
Time is flowing, inch by inch.
There may be a crisis, or there may be harm.
But in the end let us move forward?
It is a firm heart.
Now, trying to stick to Gu Fangmiang all the time, it really makes An Yan feel ashamed. But whenever he remembered what happened that day, he would still be afraid. If there was a moment of hesitation or fragility at that time, Gu Fangxiang might not be able to save him.
It can be said that it is this clever and tough girl who rescued Gu imitated.
And her one, convinced that the police lover would surely save her firm heart.
...
When An Yan found Gu Gufang in the water cabinet, fear and grief caught a young man's heart. He was really disheartened and mentally distressed at the time, unable to accept the facts before him, until his companions grabbed him by the shoulders and let him evacuate.
Just then, a stubborn thought came to his mind: Gu Fangxiang could not die! He wants to save her!
This idea, of course, is irrational and even paranoid. But when he remembered the night when he parted, this pure and beautiful girl gave everything to him, so relying on that expectation, he couldn't accept the fact that she was dead-despite the girl in his arms at this time , Is out of breath.
The mind of the science student began to operate compulsively, and he began to look for all the clues that could prove that Gu Fangmi was alive. The first thing he noticed was that the water in the box was still rising and was moving at a constant speed. This means that, under human control, the water tank started to fill. That is, combined with the uniform rising speed, the length, width, and height of the water tank, and Gu's imitation volume, he can calculate when she was buried, buried for a few minutes ...
An aura of light struck his heart like lightning. He remembered that when they kissed, they could hardly breathe. Gu Fangmi said proudly, "I have always been angry ... no one can hold my breath any better than me." Also, if she was drowned while awake, why was there no trace of struggle on the box and inner lid?
She is such a clever girl, she is the champion of cosplay competition! She is consciously saving energy and waiting for rescue! When this thought came into my mind, it was like a needle piercing An Yan's heart. The drowning time of ordinary people is 6 minutes, and if Gu Fangfeng intentionally shuts his breath, he may be able to support 8 minutes, 9 minutes, or even 10 minutes! He quickly calculated in his mind, his brain was running like a computer, for 10 minutes! Just 10 minutes have passed since she drowned!
He hurriedly placed her on the ground, followed the first-aid measures, began to press her chest, and artificially breathed ... The armed police next to him could not persuade him, only when he had lost his mind. He yelled, "Don't make noise!" He kept pressing and keeping pressing, but the the ground never moved. His tears were about to fall, and a cry of wailing came out ... The girl who was already out of breath suddenly coughed, opened her eyes, and saw him ...
You ask me what is love?
It was Jinghong's first encounter.
It was shy and bold to tempt and approach each other.
Still endless thoughts and caresses.
In the end, I took your hand and saw that there were still stars in the sky.

It was a morning long after that.
Jian Yao was a capable mother. In the morning, she woke up her two children, washed and dressed, and sat down for breakfast for them. Then they finished the kindergarten homework. After all this, it is already 10 am.
She looked at her watch and said, "Let's go, let's go and see Daddy."
His son Bo asked briefly: "What about dad?"
Before Jian Yao answered, her daughter Bo Yao said, "Do you still need to say that? It must have passed first. He does this every year."
Jian Yao smiled and got both children into the car.
The cemetery was on the western outskirts of the city and it took a long time to arrive. The sky was drizzling, and the whole mountain looked green and hazy. They got out of the car, the two children ran side by side, and Jian Yao followed. After a few laps, we arrived soon.
The trees and grass on both sides have grown very tall, and the cemetery is divided into grids and grids. There is no one in such seasons and days. From a distance, Jian Yao saw Bo Jinyan sitting by Fu Ziyu's tombstone alone, with his hands on his knees, and his head lowered, wondering what he was thinking.
He was still the same, black suit, white shirt, short black hair and fair complexion. Under the slender eyebrows is a straight, straight nose. Tall and thin looks as if nothing has changed in recent years. When he heard the child running over, he raised his head and showed an disapproved expression: "Bo Jian, Bo Yao, please be quiet here." Bo Yao made a face at him, and Bo Jian faintly copied his hands, watching and sitting on the ground Father.
Jian Yao smiled and walked over. Bo Jinyan also stood up from the ground, carried her into her arms, and lowered her head and kissed her. Jian Yao knew that at this time of the year, it was the time when her husband needed the most comfort, and he didn't say much, but just held her hand tightly. The two looked at the flowers and wine in Bo Jian and Bo Yao's hands in front of the tomb, and one called "Dad".
He stayed in the cemetery for a while, and the family got back on the train. At this time, Bo Jianyou in the back row said: "Mom, since everyone is in a bad mood today, can you go to fish hotpot?" Bo Yao frowned. "I hate fish most."
Bo Jinyan smiled lightly: "Oh ... it's so unsightly. Mrs. Bo, I also want to eat fish today."
Bo Yao yelled, "Mom, don't!" Bo Jian smiled, paying attention to his mother's look.
As the head of the family, Jian Yao, who was driving, couldn't help but smiled, and said, "Well, go eat fish hotpot, Bo Yao, I'll buy you a claypot rice, your favorite." Oh yeah! "Bo Yao cheered.
The rain drizzled and the road was wet. The black Grand Cherokee orbited the mountains, gradually moving further and further, into the city of high-rises.
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Many years later, when I look back, I still think of the villa on the mountain. Thinking of him in a bathrobe and night vision goggles, standing on the stairs, looking down at me high. I also remembered Fu Ziyu shaking the wine glass in his hand in the night, smiling and saying, "Can you take one more step? I took a lot of steps before I came to him."
Remembering that in the case of the killing machine, for the first time I saw him show that proud and cold smile, I know that there is no smarter man in this world than him. I also remembered that when I was imprisoned by Xie Ye, watching him walk towards me in a black trench coat, his eyes were mad and his voice hoarse, but I knew that he had only me in his eyes; and in the warehouse that broke our hearts, on the cliff Next to the deep pond, he always came to me firmly.
I think I have no regrets in my life. I met a group of like-minded friends, although some were separated from us halfway. Like him, I walked on the edge of darkness, I saw the most distorted ugliness in the world, I saw painful souls waiting for salvation, and I saw many, many warm, sad hearts.
The birds rested on the roots of the trees.
The roots of the tree go deep into the ground, and for a lifetime, I don't know how tired, and look for the light.
We are getting old together.
-"Here Come, Please Close Your Eyes" (End of Full Text)-
-"Here Come, Please Close Your Eyes" series of stories (end)-
everyone:
That's it. In my future, there will be no more stories of Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao, and I don't need to write any more.
It is not easy to write a sequel, and it is more difficult to rewrite the sequel in a large style. Perhaps to this day, some people still question the need to write a sequel with eyes closed. But in the process of writing, I became more and more determined, "Darkness" is necessary. It's like a joyful arc that needs to be finished with the rest of the heavy colors, just like the back of joy and sweet pets will eventually have tears that shock the soul. With 2, 1 will be more complete. The story and life of Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao are complete and full. This probably has something to do with me as an author, with different writing stages and different writing demands. It's just a long time, after all, it's been 3 years since I wrote Closed Eyes 1. Try to continue, and hope to be a completely different story. I have done my best. You are also working hard, and I feel that it is not easy for many girls to watch the plot-oriented essays, and it is lack of fun. After all, the most attractive highlight of "mutual intercourse" is missing. But I think the subscription has been very stable, thank you for your love and support.
Winter has come. Sorry to update too fast to accompany you through the winter. However, maybe the new text is just in front of the spring flowers? Maybe it's a new story that is so cute? After all, in order to write a dark story like "Darkness", it took me almost a year to control the agitated spring heart ~
I wish you a happy new year in advance, we will see you in 2017 ~
An evergreen tree from the Internet literary world: old black soil
December 9, 2016
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