Chapter 240 Are you willing to die for me
The word "friend" instantly made Wang Cong tremble all over. His dark heart felt as if it had been completely pierced by a cold knife, and his legs went weak, like A pile of mud that had lost its support knelt weakly at Feng Mu's feet, tears bursting from his eyes, and he burst into tears.
Wang Cong's face was full of regret. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and his voice was intermittently difficult to form a complete sentence:
"Feng Mu, I , I, I..."
Feng Mu was considerate as always, he said for Wang Cong:
"I know. You secretly changed my electric baton, and you also dripped dirt into my rice. I know it."
Wang Cong burst into tears and raised his head blankly. , the snot and tears flowed back, covering his face.
Feng Mu didn't feel sick at all. He slowly took out a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped the snot and tears from Wang Cong's face.
Feng Mu said warmly: "If you want to climb up, you must first take care of yourself. How could you forget it so quickly, Captain Wang Cong."
Wang Cong Feeling the touch and temperature coming from the tissue on his face, he recalled the scene when Feng Mu kindly handed him a towel to wipe his face when he first met him.
How he wished he could turn back time to that day. If he could do it again, he would definitely not...
Wang Cong looked at Feng Mu in a daze. He bit his lip with his teeth until it bled. He said hoarsely. :
"Feng Mu, thank you for teaching me so much. It's me who's sorry for you. It's me who broke my promise. It's me who betrayed you. I can't climb up with you anymore. You can go." , don't get your hands dirty, I'll wait a moment He will set a fire himself and burn my dirty body and soul together."
Wang Cong took the tissue off his face. There was still some dirt on his face, but his expression was unprecedented. Clean, he said with gratitude from the bottom of his heart:
"Thank you for your willingness to come and see me before I die. I want to tell you that meeting you is the happiest thing in my life."
Feng Mu wanted to believe that Wang Cong was telling the truth, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"Sure enough, a person is the cleanest only when he is born and before death, but this cannot be entirely blamed on others. But the world is too dirty.”
Wang Cong looked at Feng Mu without blinking, as if he wanted to imprint this face into his soul and take him to hell.
Wang Cong suddenly seemed to have thought of something again, and said to Feng Mu eagerly:
"By the way, you must be careful about the warden Qian Huan, he is more powerful than Tian Tao and Chang Wei. The insidious thing is even worse. He instigated me to betray you. You must never believe what the warden says in the future.”
Feng Mu sighed and said: "I know everything, I know it all, so Captain Wang Cong should stop saying these unpleasant things."
Wang Cong was stunned, a little confused about what Feng Mu meant. He was ready to die, what else could he say besides saying this?
Feng Mu said seriously: "Don't cry, because I don't believe in tears. Tears are the cheapest reward in the world; don't repent, because I don't accept it, it's worthless to me."
Wang Cong opened his mouth, and then heard Feng Mu continue to whisper warmly in his ear:
"If you want to repay me, you should not use your own tears, but the enemy's. Blood comes to pave the way up for me.”
"If you want to alleviate the sins in your heart, you shouldn't just kneel at my feet and repent, but you should pick off the enemy's heads and pile them at my feet."
"Captain Wang Cong, what do you think? "
Wang Cong blinked slightly, his eyes full of disbelief. He looked at Feng Mu, and the sparks of hope gradually flickered in the depths of his eyes. It was a dazzling, Hopes and desires that can almost pierce the darkness.
He swallowed hard and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "I have betrayed you like that, are you... still willing to trust me again?" Feng Mu's answer to loyalty and betrayal His understanding is different from that of ordinary people. In the eyes of most people, loyalty is absolute and betrayal is unforgivable.
Most people may be more willing to believe in someone who is clean and has no stain of betrayal on their body.
Feng Mu is different. He believes that those who have never betrayed are just because they have never faced real temptation. Once temptation comes, these people may be more likely to succumb to temptation and betray.
But those who have betrayed once are different. They have swallowed candy, and if they pay a heavy price for it again, they will be less likely to betray next time.
Wang Cong is this kind of person.
He ate the candy given by the warden. He didn't even count it as eating, but he had already paid a price that he would never want to think about again in his life.
Feng Mu is a kind man, and he is willing to give everyone who wakes up a chance to return from their lost ways.
So, he said to Wang Cong: "If you are alive, I may not be able to believe it completely, but if you are dead, I am willing to believe you again!"
Wang Cong's mind went blank. He almost suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing: "What?"
Feng Mu stood up from the sofa, half-crouched in front of Wang Cong, looked at Wang Cong's level with a calm and polite face, and said warmly: "I mean, are you willing to die for me?"
Wang Cong still didn't quite understand what Feng Mu meant, but he still nodded and said sincerely: "I do."
Poof!
Wang Cong turned his neck stiffly, lowered his head, and saw Feng Mu holding a warm heart in his hand, beating and nourishing blood.
When he lowered his head, he saw a bloody hole on his chest. He raised his head numbly and looked at Feng Mu with blurred vision. There was no trace of resentment in his eyes, only a deep sense of relief.
His body fell forward feebly, and his head hit Feng Mu's shoulder, as if seeking comfort on his deathbed. He used up the last bit of living strength in his body to spit into Feng Mu's ear. Last breath:
“It’s great, my heart is not all black, it’s dyed red by you again!”
Feng Mu patted Wang Cong's back tenderly, picked up his body, and slowly laid it flat on the sofa. His eyes did not look like he was looking at a dead person, but more like he was looking at a sleeping friend.
Feng Mu lowered his head, clenched his fingers lightly, and the heart in his hand exploded. Then, his palm trembled, and the pores on his palm suddenly seemed to come alive, greedily sucking the blood on the surface. Clean and tidy.
Feng Mu calmly stretched out a piece of his finger bone and pointed it at the hole in Wang Cong's chest.
On the fingertips, a drop of sticky blood slowly seeped out from the gap between the nails, and then fell straight down into Wang Cong's chest.
Ding dong!
Like a drop of ink dripping into the dry earth, accompanied by a rapid thumping sound, visible to the naked eye, a dark and cold heart is squirming, deforming, and growing...
(End of this chapter)