Quick Transmigration:He's Affected Again

"15 December 2050. Today's weather is really good, the wind is mixed with a pleasant smell of blood, my hair is a very good underworld king, but he said that I am actually more suitable for this industry than he is. It's not killing, crazy, and like a mad dog, I control the small organization by any means to crack down on the old underground organization. At that time, I was having the doctor bandage the gunshot wound in the chest. I was thinking: in fact, everyone wants to be a good man. I also want to hug and kiss him every day. However, the justice that people have been preaching can't revenge him. What can I do? My love is lying in bed, and may never wake up. The law can't help me, justice can't help me. Only by turning myself into a devil can I complain about my pain. No one can stop me. I said, I will send all the people who have hurt him to hell

"28 January 2051. Dad died, I was so angry. Knowing that I entered the small organization, I became a Mafia leader in just two months. I was very angry at that period of time when my health was particularly bad. My relationship with my family is freezing. I have no face to go back to see my mother and brothers more. No one knows. I cried all night in front of my father's grave. When I was young, this man was cold and heartless to me. When I was an adult, this man destroyed my feelings and drove me crazy. But in the end he was angry with me. I can't help thinking, did I do something wrong? I just use the only way to seek justice for myself. Otherwise, I will not be bad. You will return my love to me. You go and shoot the bad guys who hurt my love. You can't do it. You are afraid of this and that, looking forward to the future, but I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of death or deterioration. I just want to find our justice Dad, you see, although you always say that you love me after hurting me, you never think about my feelings. In fact, you are a very selfish and indifferent person... "

"On January 30, 2051, the leader of the underground organization was killed by the man I sent, and he was completely bloodwashed. He joked that I should be the leader of the organization. He said I was cruel enough. However, there are no waves in my heart, because my lover has not yet woken up. The death of bad people can't exchange for the results I want to see. I just want to ask for justice when I let them die. "

A gust of wind suddenly blew out of the window, blowing the diary.

The sky was getting dark and the clouds were on the top. Chen Yan didn't close the window. He felt a little sleepy. He quietly fell down on his diary and listened to the rain outside the window. He let the cold wind with moisture blow into the room and blow on his body.

All the answers are here

He pretended to be confused for nearly 60 years, but he just wanted to sleep.

The gunshot wound in his chest was caused by the assassination of the group. At first, there were strange people and strange phone calls. Only the subordinates of Teng Yueming's small organization reported the work status to him. Later, Teng Yueming quit the organization, and this situation was stopped.

He took advantage of the organization he grew up with and killed the underground organization, sending them to hell, just as he had written in his diary. It's incredible. Chen Yan can't imagine how he can achieve that in three months, but think about it. It must be bloody.

The truth hidden for nearly 60 years is bloody, but Chen Yan feels a kind of romance inexplicably.

In fact, his Yue name has never changed, really, never changed.

He will always be the young man who tilts his head and says to him with a gentle smile on a sunny day: "brother Yan, hold me".

He is always the one who kneels by his bed, wears a suit and tie, and then asks him seriously to agree to his proposal.

He is always the one who likes to clasp his ten fingers in bed, telling his love and infatuation over and over again.

Teng Yue Ming for him, did probably never think of things, in the next nearly 60 years of life, clumsily cover up all this, do not want him to find out.

In fact, he had found out the clues for a long time, but he went to see the truth after his death.

Mutual concealment, but for each other.

The rain outside the window is getting louder.

Chen Yan opened his eyes slightly and looked at the diary under his arm. He couldn't help but feel it.

His back has been bent. He is sitting in a wheelchair, his head is on the table, his diary is under his arm, the window is wide open, and the cold and wet wind is blowing on his hair and clothes

Maybe it's a different kind of romance to die with your lover's diary

Goodbye, this world without him.

I will continue to look for him at the next starting point.

A new beginning.

A new life