In the eyes of ordinary people, it is always a knife in the hands of a butcher. In Ah Qi's hands, it is a necessary weapon for a swordsman.
"As a swordsman, the sword never leaves the body." Ah Qi at this time. It has been a pork stall in the vegetable market for ten years. Live a life of chopping meat with a sharp knife, living a life of being sunk and forgotten. If you pull up the mountain with strength, you will be unparalleled in the world, but when you are unfavorable, you will never die. Even so, he has always maintained a different style from the vegetable market. The melancholy eyes, the sparse beard, the magical swordsmanship, and the look of drinking that glass of Dry Martine brandy, how many people can understand his eyes? Until one day the organization summoned him, the reason to see him was not because of how different he was, but because he was ordinary, as ordinary as a pair of underwear and a piece of toilet paper, so ordinary as every ordinary person must experience Failure and the test of fate.
Even so, so what? In the dark night, with a lonely light and a shadow, in a foreign land, Ah Qi still brings a knife to the meeting.
Nothing can stop the butcher knife.
Therefore, no matter how powerful the invincible golden spear is, how can it destroy Ah Qi's heart?
Until the pig-killing knife encountered the white rose, the tough swordsman still exposed his flaws from time to time.
Just like everyone in the world, it is impossible to be perfect.
The white rose, held in her hands, warmed Xiaoqin's cold heart.
He is an orphan, and Xiaoqin is also an orphan.
So when Ah Qi was in the mall with the robbers, his attention was focused on a father teasing his son. The robber caught his son, and the father went to buy popcorn and came back to see his son being arrested, and knelt down and begged the robber. When the robbers killed the man, the child was orphaned. Ah Qi shot his throwing knife again. For the first flying knife, the director deliberately set up a set to let the audience know that the flying knife hit a fly. Feidao, Xiao Li Feidao's knife, really picked up the angry knife to death.
Xiaoqin's gun didn't stop because Qi wanted to send money for the orphan.
What she yearns for is love, and the identity of her parents is a shame that cannot be washed away in her life. She sniped at Qi again without hesitation, but inadvertently understood that Qi was injured and bleeding for picking white roses for her. There is a painting in the house. It shows a man and a woman sitting under the sunset and looking at the sea, with a bouquet of white roses in their hands. Love, like a white rose, turned out to be the redemption of her destiny. Ah Qi watched the porn for anesthesia, and asked Xiaoqin to chisel out the bullet with a hammer. The two embraced each other like the characters in the picture, and at this time, Qi discovered that the bullet was Xiaoqin's small spittoon bullet. Xiaoqin looked at the blood-stained white rose in front of her, and she asked him to kill her. Ah Qi fired, at that time, did they understand? The love between the two is so close that Qi can't hurt the person he falls in love with who is different from his stance.
Even if the white rose is stained with blood, and the lover hurts, he is covered in injuries, and he does not want to hurt you a little bit.
Loving someone is like Ah Qi, even if you pay the price of your life for love.
Blood-stained white roses, like solemn sacrifices, are placed on the sacred altar, and the innocence of love is carved from the heart bit by bit.
Ten years, maybe a longer time, I can't remember when I saw the domestic Lingling paint.
Until today, I don't know that at any time, what I see is different from what I experience after.
2011-10-30 evening
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