The doctor said: "It seems that we will never see again."
Andy Lau chastely dropped a sentence: "This life is only."
"I want to play a 72-hour game with you."
Liu Qingyun made up his mind to stay with him to the end. There was half a sandwich in it.
In this way, the two Liu Tianwang met.
Andy Lau hid in the dead corner of the sniper and asked him: "Am I very smart?" A look of awkwardness can almost be described as a villain.
Liu Qingyun remembered her group of nonsensical subordinates, and replied helplessly: "Yes."
Well, two lunatics got on the bar, and normal people couldn't intervene at all.
For example, someone secretly paid for him, leaving a number 13. However, only he understood that it was a secret phrase for meeting Black Friday;
another example was that he received a screw and was packaged in an exquisite jewelry box. Of course, only he can penetrate, the mystery of the ventilation duct is hidden in it.
Anyway, Liu Qingyun wished to get into Andy Lau's trap. One of them is wise and foolish, the other is cynical, you come and I go, having fun. Unscrupulously, the two life treasures leaned in front of the god of death and hooked their shoulders to each other, and asked indifferently, buddy, do you have a cigarette?
I remember that Andy Lau stared at Liu Qingyun on the monitor for a long time, and sneered: "You are photogenic."
I also remember that Liu Qingyun didn't forget to yell at the phone when he ran away: "You fooled me!" I should
say yes. Push your heart to your belly, or is your heart clever? Why do they have too much tacit understanding between them, I can't blame my imagination.
"You help me analyze why he chose me? What does he want from me?"
He just wants to get help from you—don't get me wrong.
So they secretly fought and met secretly, and the process of cooperation was very pleasant.
When Andy Lau appeared in a stunning dress, Liu Qingyun's mouth twitched: "You can do anything." [Don't talk about him, I was so scared that I almost vomited a mouthful of blood...]
The bald expression was complicated: "Is this your horse?"
Andy Lau immediately blew a kiss in an amorous manner.
There is no way... Then I have to admit it. Liu Qingyun's vocal cord trembled: "Honey...you go with them to get the money."
Unexpectedly, Andy Lau was in a hurry: "It's going to go, don't you kiss me?"
Liu Qingyun moved forward reluctantly under the entanglement. , Send a kiss like a dragonfly.
I can't bear to look directly at the awkward flirting. [I almost smashed the computer with excitement at the time...]
In short, the others were still scratching their heads, and they continued to understand their hearts. They sang and made peace during the entire task, and the synchronization rate was extremely high.
However, after the coincidence, there must be a secret fight.
They were driving in the same car for the third time.
"Send to the police station even if you win." This is a long established rule of the game between each other.
Liu Qingyun stretched out his hand in a naive manner like a Garfield cat: "After all, I knew each other."
Andy Lau knew and responded courteously. It was really enjoyable.
Immediately afterwards, the cold handcuffs got stuck in his arms. Liu Qingyun changed his face at a speed comparable to the weather in Wuhan.
"
Get acquainted with me, just treat me like this?" "If you don't send you to the police station, I will be a little regretful in my life."
"I regret that you will remember me."
This is enough. But Andy Lau was still at this critical moment, just right to vomit a window of blood, shocking.
How about... sympathize with him?
This idea is fleeting. Because in the next second, Andy Lau showed a big killer-a time bomb with a pure and innocent face.
"Play this set again." Liu Qingyun pressed the button disdainfully, thinking that he was scaring people again.
It's a pity, unfortunately, that the red numbers started to count down happily.
"Are you...really playing?"
"You pressed it yourself."
It was a series of quiet but fluent games.
Three lives are fortunate to meet each other.
Chess meets rivals, it is destined.
"I don't want to die in the police station."
Since you have been tricked so many times, it doesn't hurt to do it again.
So Andy Lau continued leaning on the car window and vomiting blood silently, as if his internal injuries were not shallow; Liu Qingyun left behind a fading back, dragged so hard. The red and blue lights of the police lights are still circulating, but the game is over, the end of the song is gone, that's it, it's time to say goodbye. The police around them were still backing back tremblingly, quite acquainted, and set aside an empty parting stage for the two of them.
The moment the bomb timer was reset to zero, the car engine restarted, sending Andy Lau to an unknown distance.
The surrounding police were crazy: "Why let him go?"
"He said there was a bomb in the car." Liu Qingyun disappeared in the opposite direction without turning his head.
Maybe he has long been accustomed to it—the false and the true, the true and the false, the little thing between them is nothing more than this.
In fact, he is not a slow move.
Let me give you a ride. Remember, this is the last time I indulge you.
There is no game of winning or losing, people who go their separate ways, a street scene divided into two, a city like a cracked silk.
Later, Liu Qingyun still sat in that cozy little shop and read the newspaper. The people who left have long since disappeared without a trace, leaving only a column of donation news bluffs.
No one will secretly pay for him anymore.
His days were still in a hurry. He came out of the small shop and got on the bus with a box of popcorn. A woman broke into the field of vision, and the sapphire pendant she was wearing on her chest was so familiar and dazzling.
How could it be unfamiliar? That's a bargaining chip that only between them can afford to play—72 hours of tacit understanding, the unfinished night, and the fruitless endgame. Their encounter was superb, but it was just a game.
"Boyfriend gave it?"
"Yeah."
"What about others?"
"Since he gave me this, I have never seen him again."
Liu Qingyun smiled reluctantly, turned around, and said with his unwillingness, loneliness, and a little... how to put it, said in a sour tone. : "Maybe he will come out suddenly one day, and he will startle you at that time." It
may be comforting the people behind him, or it may be pure self-talk.
Maybe, yes, maybe Andy Lau is in front of a certain monitor, or in a corner of heaven, looking at him for a while, and jokingly said: "In the next life."
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