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The wind by the river in late autumn nights was a bit unrestrained, shattering An Yidan's hair, shattering An Yidan's clothes, and as if it also shattering An Yidan's heart.

Is it wrong?

It seems to be wrong.

I just want more people to see victory alive, but now it seems that one died because of my own reasons and one was killed by myself.

Not only does he not see victory, but he cannot even see the sun tomorrow. Isn’t this wrong?

Isn't it because I was outrageously wrong?

I blame myself, this feeling is filled with An Yinan, which makes An Yinan's heart suffer.

Does he hate me?

An Yinong didn't know whether Fu Hui hated him or not, but he felt that he didn't hate him. Fu Hui ignited himself alive at the last moment, but he was still planning for An Yinong and An Yinong.

In order for An Yinong's plan to be implemented smoothly, he made his own choice. Looking at the rolling river in front of him, An Yinong felt that at that moment, Fu Hui just wanted to devote himself to such a river.

An Yinan didn't understand how hot the flames on his body were, but An Yinan knew that no matter how hot the flames on his body were, Fu Hui wouldn't be that hot the heart.

It was a heart that exuded some hotness, but this heart had cooled down and would no longer get hot.

In the dark night, the smoke in An Yinong's hand flickered and flickered, and the cigarette butts on the floor were already thrown by An Yinong's feet.

I threw down the cigarette butt in my hand and touched the cigarette habitually, only to find that it was gone.

An Yinong didn't like this, he felt that he was not strong enough.

But he couldn't stop himself from doing this, because he felt that Fu Hui's death had a lot to do with him.

Or it is because of him, because this plan is his and the action plan is his. Fu Hui was forced to do nothing and go to carry out the task.

Moreover, there is no time to pay for the gray, and the task is so determined, it can only succeed but not fail.

All of this caused Fu Hui to die, but in the final analysis it was because of himself.

"Director, it's strong wind, go back." Chen Jiashu walked up and said.

An Yinong asked, “Is there any cigarette?”

"Yes." Chen Jiashu handed over his cigarette, An Yinong lit another one, took a sip, and vomited it out at the river.

"Do you think the river is beautiful?" An Yinong asked Chen Jiashu.

"Beautiful." Chen Jiashu said, because An Yinong said that he wanted to come to the river to have a walk, they naturally brought An Yinong to the best place in the scenery.

beautiful?

The surface is beautiful, but the underside is full of corpses, and the river water is faintly red.

"Let's go back." An Yinong turned around and went back. Every step An Yinong was difficult, but he walked down.

I can't collapse, I don't allow myself to collapse, and Fu Hui doesn't want to see myself collapse.

If it were before, An Yinong would have collapsed long ago when he encountered such a thing and could not bear it.

But today, An Yinong has endured it. In fact, An Yinong has never wanted to try his current psychological endurance.

Because he knew that if he had the chance to try, it would mean that something happened to someone, but he never expected that it was Fu Hui.

Do you blame yourself?

Very self-blame.

But you still have to go on, carry the belief of the people who have left, and every step is heavier than before, because the burden on you is heavier.

Every step left a footprint on the ground, because it was too heavy, lifting it up and putting it down, and every step was exhausted.

Looking at the house in front of him, An Yinong sorted out his mood and walked in.

The sadness was deeply hidden, and the self-blame was placed under the mask, and walked in with a relaxed and peaceful look on his face.

Liu Wei was sitting in the living room with a bad look on her face. When she saw An Yinong coming back, she asked, "If you don't come back, where have you been?"

"Is there something wrong with me?" An Yinong took off her windbreaker and put it on the hanger, asking.

"What are you doing today?" Liu Wei asked.

After An Yinong sat down, he said, "Your man, that is, I, have been promoted. As my woman, shouldn't you be happy?"

"Why are you unhappy? Tell you, why are you unhappy when your man is today?" An Yinong asked at Liu Wei.

Liu Wei was speechless for a moment and said, "I...I..."

"You, are you, did you marry me just for others, are you not really marrying me, ah?" An Yinong shouted.

"An Yinong, don't change the topic. What I asked you is what happened today?" Liu Wei said.

"What's wrong? I've separated from Zhang Yunming. I'm on an equal footing with him now. Can't it?" An Yinong said.

"You planned all this?" Liu Wei asked.

An Yinong smiled and said, "I have wanted to get out of him for a long time, but this time I just have a chance. He wants to control me, why?"

"Director Zhang is right, you are really restless." Liu Wei said to An Yinong.

"Why do I have to be content with peace? What's worse than Zhang Yunming? Why should I be influenced by him? And you, you married me just to Zhang Yunming to look at me, right? You can't bear to see me anymore. What are you going to do?" An Yinong asked provocatively.

Liu Wei looked at An Yinong, who was so proud, and said, "Don't be too arrogant."

"What? Zhang Yunming can't even solve the problem with Director Jiang. If you want to solve me now, you can tell him and let his intelligence department be careful." An Yinong is arrogant now, just to make villains succeed, and to make Liu Wei feel her desire for power.

"You said I didn't really marry you, are you just marrying me?" Liu Wei was also wronged. Is it easy for her to be a girl's family to this point?

"Do I have a choice? Zhang Yunming is him. He can kill me at any time. Tell me, do I have a choice?" An Yinong shouted.

"But now you have a choice, either we divorce and you continue to be your Secretary Liu, so you come from the intelligence department to help me." An Yinong said to Liu Wei, he gave this choice to Liu Wei.

In fact, An Yinong knew that this was not a choice for Liu Wei, but a choice for Zhang Yunming. An Yinong wanted to have fun with Zhang Yunming.

He had already guessed what Zhang Yunming would choose, and it would be interesting in the future. An Yinong was looking forward to it.

Faced with the choice An Yinong gave him, Liu Wei had no choice but to answer for a moment. An Yinong said, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious to answer. I'll see Zhang Yunming tomorrow, you can discuss it."

At night, Liu Wei avoided An Yinong and refused to let An Yinong hug her.

Because Liu Wei felt a little different in her heart. The man lying on the bed was her husband, but she was not helping her husband, but helping other men to plot against him.

Liu Wei thinks this is not good, but didn’t she get married just because of this?

So Liu Wei doesn't know what to choose now, so she can only ask Zhang Yunming that all this was caused by Zhang Yunming, and Liu Wei also hopes that Zhang Yunming can give her a solution.

If An Yinong didn't hold Liu Wei at night, he wouldn't be able to sleep. What was he worried that Liu Wei would get up in the middle of the night?

However, today Liu Wei didn't let her hug her, and An Yinong didn't take the initiative to hug her because An Yinong was lying on the bed, her eyes were staring at the ceiling.

He didn't need to hug Liu Wei today because he knew in his heart that he couldn't sleep.

Although An Yinong performed well in front of Liu Wei and the others today, Fu Hui's affairs were still under An Yinong's heart. Although he was not suppressed to collapse, he was also suppressed to suffocation.

Every time he breathed, An Yinong felt very hot air and ashes inhaled into his lungs, just like the situation Fu Hui was facing at that time.

An Yinong closed her eyes and lay on the bed, her mind was filled with the little things after meeting Fu Hui.

Very young, another very young life is gone, An Yinong feels that his hands are covered with blood from the gray.

An Yinong suddenly felt that even if he asked him to go to the prison cell and send his comrades away with his own hands, it would be better than what he feels like now.

Because those comrades have no chance to survive, they need to be liberated and they are helping them.

But Fu Hui is obviously not. Fu Hui still has a lot of things to do and there are still many opportunities to survive.

The same thing is said, it is because of your own plans and tasks.

Wrong?

That's right?

Wrong?

That's right?

...

In fact, before Fu Hui died, An Yinong never felt that he was wrong. He felt that his plan was perfect.

Even if Fu Hui said last time that he violated discipline, he didn't care. He thought that what happened? I have a great plan.

I succeeded, I am the director of the Operations Department. I can get in touch with Japanese people, and I will be more useful.

That's what An Yinong thought in his heart. He was not wrong. He weighed the pros and cons and chose the most correct decision.

This was An Yinong's thought at that time. He was even a little complacent about his own thoughts.

But what about now?
To be continued...