food idol

Chapter 407

They escaped raids and bombings again and again, and their relationship became warm and thick. The two young people trusted and relied on each other like never before.

However, the good times didn't last long, and the darkness finally came, and they were discovered during another search for food.

They have nowhere to go.

During the crisis, Gu Su desperately dug a hole and buried his lover in the ruins of the bombed building, but just after finishing all this, he was caught by the enemy.

Through the tiny gap, Wen Tang could barely see the scene outside, and also saw his lover being punched and kicked by the tyrannical enemy...

Her body was trembling, her soul was trembling, she wanted to rush out countless times, and then stop those bastards' evil deeds, but she couldn't.

Because the words my lover said before leaving still echoed in my ears: "Work hard and live!"

There are too many enemies, and she has undergone special training, but she is just an unarmed woman who has almost nothing but to hold a paintbrush. The music, dance, and foreign language she was once proud of seem to be laughing at her cowardice and powerlessness at this moment .

Wen Tang understood that once he went out, he would have no choice but to die, and he would even become a plaything of those terrible enemies, a tool to humiliate Gu Su and strip him of his last dignity!

She couldn't go out, so she could only watch helplessly as her lover was beaten, taken away, and pushed against a high wall along with other innocent people.

"Prepare~"

The enemy army who had vented their energy could no longer gain more, so they decided to deal with these useless offal on the spot.

The muzzle of the black gun stood up, with a chill, Wen Tang, who had already burst into tears before he knew it, silently bit his palm, his nose seemed to be full of blood.

"shooting!"

At the last moment of his life, Gu Su suddenly smiled. Facing the last sunshine of the day, he stood upright, raised his arms slightly, and assumed a posture of playing.

His wrist had been hacked to a bloody mess, his fingers were swollen and bloody, and his nails were curled up.

The hands that were once able to play the most beautiful movement in the world exhausted all the strength of the whole body just by raising them.

His hands were trembling, and blood mixed with mud and sand kept oozing out, then flowed down his wrist, gathered at his elbow, and finally fell down drop by drop.

Gu Su's image can be said to be in a state of embarrassment, worse than the most down-and-out beggar, but his back is still straight, his eyes are still shining, and the smile on his lips is still as soft as a spring breeze.

He is like a red plum tree standing in the snow-capped winter, like a gentleman coming to the world, his beauty is shocking.

Snapped!
clap clap clap!
The gunshots sounded not so neatly, like the last movement in life, desperately blooming the last bright scene.

Gu Su's right arm slammed down, like a heavy touch before the curtain fell, and then he fell down.

Wen Tang's eyes widened suddenly, his breathing stopped for an instant, and tears flowed wantonly, washing away the world in front of him into a blur.

Gone, that person is gone.

The person who would smile at me tenderly in the morning sun is gone;
The person who will accompany me when I paint is gone;
The person who would suddenly appear when I was desperate is gone;
The person who would leave the hope of life to me and make me work hard to live with a smile is gone!

gone...

(End of this chapter)