C4 I'd Rather Drink Poison to Quench My Thirst

"You like me?" Mo Lee suddenly asked.

"No. " He said casually but with absolute certainty.

Mo Lee opened his hand and walked to the top of the hot spring, but was pulled back by Lo Fu.

"You ruined my good thing. You should at least give me some compensation now. "

"What do you want?"

"Do you need me to say that?"

"Why don't we chat? Have you ever had a woman in your life that you can't forget?" Mo Lee asked while drinking wine.

. . . "No. " Lo Fu looked at Mo Lee and calmly replied.

Mo Lee was very disappointed. At least she knew that there was once a woman who committed suicide for him, and he actually said that he did not and could continue to have fun with so many unfamiliar women.

Lo Fu felt that he should remember this woman, "You are called Mo Lee. . . Mo Shi Mo Wang, Mo Lee Mo Qi's Mo Lee. . . "

. . . "Lo Fu, the one in the 'Ode of God', Lo Fu. . . "

"There was once a girl who said the same thing. "

Mo Lee slightly raised her head and asked with a trace of hope, "Oh? Who is she?"

"Who is she? . . . I can't remember. Anyway, there should be such a person. " Lo Fu sized up Mo Lee, as if he wanted to see through her thoughts.

"Should?" Mo Lee's eyes were filled with disappointment and pain. Every woman he played with was forgotten in the end, even if it was a woman who had sacrificed her life for him. They were like dust, scattered all over the place and did not ask about it.

"En, why are you so jealous so soon?" The second half of the sentence was: I haven't even given it to you, yet you think I'm your man?

"Heh, let your bullshit go!" Mo Lee carried the wine out of the hot spring.

At this time, under the hot spring waterfall, a man's figure flashed past. After seeing all of this, he immediately went into the back of the cherry tree. The grass there was dense and the shadows of the trees were dense.

Mo Lee did not see it, nor did she dare to look at Lo Fu. On the water surface, warm smoke curled up, and under the water, there was a hidden current.

She hated this kind of man. She hated him for only calling her a woman. In the past, that woman told her, "He fascinated me so much. He knew it was poison, knew it was poison to quench his thirst, but he still couldn't help but drink it. "

At this time, the black figure under the cherry blossom tree trembled slightly. The surrounding grass shook a few times, but the two of them didn't notice it at all. That figure suddenly flashed and walked behind the waterfall. A gust of night wind blew past and white smoke rose from the hot spring, making the night even more misty and mysterious.

The two of them walked out of the hot spring and sat on the shore. Lo Fu smiled. He laughed at her calling him a fart, as if there had never been a woman who had spoken to him like this. . .

He caressed her hair and found that she had an extremely soft, glossy, and smooth long hair. Among the many women he had dated, he rarely remembered the details of a woman, including her hairstyle. Perhaps, he was already slightly moved, or at least left a very rare impression.

. . . "You. . . Don't you have feelings for me?" Lo Fu suddenly became a little unconfident.

Mo Lee did not answer.

Lo Fu said with a playful tone, "I like it. Go on. " In his heart, he meant, "I like you. " "Miss Mo, whenever you need me, come and find me. Other than working, at any other time. . . " As she spoke, she kissed Mo Lee's forehead.

"What do you mean?"

"The meaning is that the initiative lies in you. When your body needs it, tell me. "

"You. . . " Mo Lee looked up and sneered. She looked at the bronze coloured him, "Ah, thank you. This is a gift from the Emperor. "

"What is there to be jealous about? Your problem is that you have read too many books. "

"Yeah, I also watch a lot of movies. There's a movie called 'Cherry's Taste'. There's a classic white line in it. Do you want me to read it to you?"

"Sure. " Lo Fu put his hands behind his head and laid down.

He listened to the bright moon, looked at the pine breeze, smelled the night sky, and tasted poetry. After feeling comfortable, he was also very satisfied.

"This movie is talking about a person who wants to commit suicide under a cherry tree. Because he picked a cherry and tasted it, he gave up the idea of committing suicide. " Mo Lee tried to test Lo Fu's attitude, but Lo Fu looked indifferent. Perhaps he had completely forgotten about that woman.

Mo Lee read, "There is a dialogue like this in it.

No mother can be her child.

Fill up the fridge with so many fruits.

No mother could do so much for her child.

At the same time, God did the same for his creation!

You want to reject everything?

You want to give up everything?

You want to give up trying the taste of cherry?"

After Mo Lee finished reading these words, her eyes drifted towards Lo Fu, but she found that there was no meaning in Lo Fu's eyes. It was completely blank.

Mo Lee was very disappointed and very disappointed. He still did not remember. She really felt pity for that woman. That woman would never be able to taste the taste of cherries!

If there had been such a cherry in front of her, would she still have decided to die?

If she knew that he treated every woman like this, would she still die for him?

"Mm, although I don't really understand, it sounds very impressive. " Lo Fu said with a laugh, wanting to give a review and summary of Mo Lee's work report.

"I also have a poem. This is the only poem I can recite. " Lo Fu said again with a wicked smile.

"The poem you missed for me just now?"

"Yes. It's starting. " Lo Fu cleared his throat and said:

- - "There is no tree bigger than it in the vicinity. It is a big tree.

It is the biggest tree here!

There's a tree taller than it, there's a tree in the river!

It was on the other side of the river. There was also a tree not far from the river.

But just being taller than it was not enough. Being taller did not mean that it was big.

Compared to them, it had never been smaller. It had always been big.

It had always been a big tree!

That was the truth. There was no big tree nearby that could replace this fact.

. . .

. . . "I don't know if there are any further places.

Anyway, there aren't any nearby places. . . In any case, there aren't any within a three thousand mile radius.

Everything within three thousand miles was considered nearby.

Three thousand miles was equivalent to three thousand miles to the south. Three thousand miles to the north.

Three thousand miles to the east, three thousand miles to the west. . .

Needless to say, there weren't many trees thicker than it, but it wasn't as if there weren't any.

There was a tree three hundred miles and three feet to the west from it.

It was thicker from the bottom to the top!

It was not enough to be thicker than it, but it was not as big as it was!

It was a big tree, and it was standing there.

It was as if it was saying, 'Big is big, big is big!'

The older one was not the same as the bigger one. The number of trees that were older than it was also incalculable. There were both distant and distant trees.

Just being older than it isn't enough. Being older didn't even mean that it was big.

. . .

Mo Lee burst into laughter. She had brought up a very serious topic about life, soul, and Cherry's Taste. However, under Lo Fu's fantasy-like mode, all serious topics became very blasphemous.

Yes, there was a big tree in front of her. It was thick, but it did not mean it was big. It was a big tree, and it stood there.

She suddenly understood where this man's charm was, and why that woman was willing to die for him!