Rebirth of the National Male God

Farewell, my bride—

The last sentence sounded softly, drilled into the ears like the wind, and disappeared like the wind.

The rhythm of the crimson moon sounded again, light and erratic, but inexplicably sad and desolate, just like the red moon that suddenly changed in the sky, death all over the city, and blood dripping quietly.

The sun and the moon have changed, the stars have moved, and the ancient towns have become modern constructions. People have forgotten the ancient legends, and even the history that happened in this small town.

Only the red moon once every hundred years has been recorded by generations and has become a feature of this small town.

No one knows what every hundred years of reincarnation represents, only a group of people who have witnessed the ancient history.

"Ahhhh!"

Ding Hong let out a mournful cry.

She struggled desperately, trying to get out of the embrace that imprisoned her.

"Don't move, let me hug you for a while."

As soon as Yue's voice came out, her body froze.

Then trembling violently, "Why did you do this? Why did you do this?"

"Because I promised you." This demon fox, who had recovered his memory and emotions, pretended to be proud even if he was dying.

Ding Hong couldn't laugh, "I don't want it! Take your heart back!"

"Then I won't be able to find you."

"Let me find you...I will definitely find you..."

"I do not believe."

Ding Hong was so excited that he shook his body, and unexpectedly broke free.

She looked down in a daze, and what she saw was the hand being cremated.

You don't even have hands, how can you imprison her?

Ding Hong, who was struggling to escape from his embrace just a moment ago, reached out frantically to grab his hand at this moment, but what he caught was nothing but a piece of phosphorus fire.

"no, do not want--!"

"You are so stupid, what if you can't find me?" Yue twitched the corner of her mouth, her smile was really bad, "What if someone killed me again? Waiting is a very annoying thing."

"Stop talking, please, stop talking!"

Yue fell silent, silently looking at the woman in front of her who was about to fall into madness.

"I'll give it back to you, as long as I give you my heart back, right?" Ding Hong stumbled up and ran to the kitchen.

It's just that she hadn't run two steps before she fell to the ground with limp legs, holding her chest convulsively, "Woooooooooooooooooooo!"

Is this pain of dying actually what Yue feels now?

So when they were together before, that kind of jumping heartbeat was also Yue's feeling?

So this is ah!

When he was angry, she felt chest tightness.

He obviously had a cold face, but she could tell whether he was happy or in a daze.

With just one look from him, she knew which dish he wanted to eat and what taste he hated.

As long as he is by his side, he will feel at ease. I know from the bottom of my heart that anyone can hurt himself, but he won't!

This is his heart! This is his feeling! It all came back to her!

——How do you feel now?

Jumping fast, fast, and painful.

What about Yue?

Just like you.

how come?

Because, my heart is on you. ——

That's what the previous sentence meant.

my heart is on you...

His heart is on her!

However, just a moment ago, she was still doubting whether this person liked her a little bit, even if it was just a little liking, that was enough.

"don't want……"

Her heart ached and she was exhausted.

Yue, who was one meter away, also remained motionless, half of his body was cremated, and his eyes were red with a blank face.

"we have a deal……"

"I will not leave you."

Before he could finish the last word, his figure was completely cracked and cremated, leaving not even a trace of ashes.

Ding Hong frantically opened his hands to grab, but he didn't catch anything.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" The heart-piercing cry was also tearing everyone's heart.

She cried crazily, without image, and even hit her head on the ground.

The dull and heavy blow of "Boom" made every audience in front of the computer scream, and then saw Ding Hong in the play faint.

The music of the ending song played slowly, and along with the sound of the ambulance, the names of the director and leading actors appeared on the screen.

At this moment, everyone who saw the director's name showed resentment like looking at an enemy in their eyes, and the girls who were crying into tears cursed at each other.

"Fuck! Is this the end? Xu Wanjun, come out for me, I promise I won't beat you to death!"

"Don't leave the company! What about the perfect ending? What about HE?"

"Woooooo! I'm not going to live anymore, I'm not going to live, I'm not going to live anymore, I'm going to drag that damn screenwriter before I die!"

You thought this was the end? It turns out that the ending of "Red Moon" is not just like this, it must make you cry like a dog!

Finally, the names of actors and crew members appeared on the right side of the screen. After the end, it turned out that "Red Moon" had a final ending.

Ding Hong woke up in the hospital, but forgot the reason for her coma. Under the professional treatment of the doctor, it was confirmed that there was no problem with her body, and the doctor also assured that she did not have amnesia.

If she continued to ask for treatment and asked for the so-called 'memory' for herself, she would be sent to a mental hospital for examination.

Ding Hong had no choice but to leave the hospital.

Relying on her memory, she returned to her residence, and as soon as she got here, she already burst into tears unconsciously.

"Why? Why does it feel so bad? What did I forget?"

They murmured and asked, but got no response.

Ding Hong suddenly frantically went to rummage through the boxes and cabinets, found the diary in the drawer, and turned on the computer and mobile phone.

There are pictures of her in the phone, but she is the only one.

Obviously she is not a person who likes to take selfies?

Obviously the direction she is looking in this photo, shouldn't there be another person? But why is there nothing! ?

No!

There was no one in the photo, blank marks appeared in the diary, everything seemed to be her imagination.

Ding Hong found his ID card and bank card, took the train back to the school he studied last year, and asked his former classmates one by one.

"Do you know someone? In these photos, there should be another person? He must have been to school with me?"