Danmeixiang, honest fans are not allowed, do not comment on the main Haydeaux, supplemented by Guillarr. Mixed with original stems.
Thousands of stories have been told to us. In a special era, human emotions are so vulnerable. In our opinion, the main tone of the dark age is as groggy as TTSS, and there is no chance that a cloud breaks through the sunrise. Eyes are full of human ugliness: selfish, paranoid, crazy, bloodthirsty. Being able to survive in that era was a miracle in itself.
So those who survived will tell their own stories. Some light buried under the rubble and dust, the smiling light that gave them courage and strength, supported them to survive.
For Jim Prideaux, for a long time, Bill Haydon was the light. The alumni of the Oxford University era complement each other in character and preferences. Elegant manners, decent behavior, handsome appearance, and outstanding talents. Haydon is so dazzling and charming, illuminating Prideaux's life like a brilliant beacon, letting him give everything for him willing to go through fire and water, letting him secretly love him.
Then everything was so lucky: they entered the intelligence department together, Haydon rose to the top with his perfect image, and Prideaux became the head of the department steadily. A look, a smile, and a Merry Christmas are all so sweet, like a flower in full bloom in the ruins. In the shadow of Cambridge Circus, the fairy tale of old age is being bred.
But this fairy tale, like many other wartime stories, was ruthlessly shattered.
Prideaux slowly realized that his old friend might be the rape rumored in the bureau, and he was finally sent to the front line by the boss to investigate the case. As a result, he fell into the enemy's hands unexpectedly, and suffered extensively. By the time he finally returned to his hometown, he had already become a frightened bird.
And the culprit of all his misfortunes is the most trusted person around him. The once beautiful memories began to burn in the flames of hatred and betrayal.
Prideaux aimed his gun, Haydon's calm face in the camera. Haydon looked this way, his expression unmoving, he lifted his weight lightly. In those two short seconds, he silently gave Prideaux permission to kill himself, as if he was killing another unrelated enemy.
The teardrop-like bullet hole is Haydon's last will to pray for forgiveness. As if singing and reconciling, Prideaux shed a tear on the fence.
In fact, Haydeaux's seemingly trivial misfortune had long been expected. Unlike Guillam and Tarr, although Guillam and Tarr seem to be restless on the surface, the original works are full of various Guillam's malicious comments on Tarr, as well as the group leader's flying disdain. But under this chaotic surface, Guillam and Tarr enjoy unconditional trust in each other. When the whole system was hunting for Tarr, Tarr did not hesitate to recommend Guillam to vouch for himself on the phone call to Lacon, and Guillam did not let him down. Later, Guillam was terrified of stealing files and made it worse. He was questioned by Alleline, but instinctively made a joke for Tarr. Both Guillam’s actions were extremely risky: the first time, if Lacon chose not to trust after getting his assurance, then he could not escape the name of collaborating with the enemy; the second time, it was even more obvious, and there was no wise protection at all. value. And Tarr sneaked back to England all the way, just believing that Guillam would believe in himself, which is equivalent to giving his head to Guillam. In an age where everyone is me, this is the real fairy tale.
And Prideaux's trust in Haydon had already faltered at a certain point. Compared to Guillarr's natural belief in each other, Prideaux is more like forcing himself to believe in Haydon. Prideaux's trip to Hungary is already a grand martyrdom in his own eyes, holding the innocent memory of wishful thinking about his lover. Facing an abyss-like betrayal that destroyed oneself.
You are so perfect, so charming, you can't help but want to believe you-Prideaux would think so.
Why are you so perfect, so ambitious, and so unsatisfied? Why did a Suez Canal destroy your confidence and buried our friendship? Why can't you just do your own thing with due diligence? Next to your Suez, but the ruins of my Alexandria lighthouse!
One would rather bury everything, including love; the other would sacrifice everything, even life.
This is destined to be a tragedy.
The jade pot flew around, and the bamboo horse gave birth to dust.
In the rest of my life, when we meet on a narrow road, we will not be spared.
I only hope that in the next life, the king will love my will and never lose sight of it.
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