When he was young, Han Bing had smart eyes and a clear understanding of the world.
Her eyes swept over any place, any person, and it was hard not to cause a jolt.
Beautiful, sharp, understand all the rules of society, take the initiative to pander.
Han Bing chose Wu Deshui, that is, he chose the strong man of that era, even if the forest farm was restructured later, in fact, to a certain extent, Wu Deshui was actually very capable, and became the existence that the twin towers could not bypass.
Han Bing knew everything about Wu Deshui, but she didn't mind, or rather, she felt that it was just that, men, men, to become a good person, to pay some price, some past, simply not too normal.
It was this kind of thinking that he thought he was very knowledgeable, and such a practice of being a very knowledgeable person for Junjie made Han Bing willingly give his younger brother Lei Gong acquiescence or initiative to Wu Deshui as his right and left arm, and at every turn acted vigorously at critical moments to solve difficult things, brave and fearless, regardless of life and death.
Wu Deshui became a well-known figure in the twin towers, and The industry that Han Bing developed under the tree was also very beautiful.
But Lei Gong lives on the mountain, and it is difficult for you to say whether he has money or no money, whether he is famous or not, whether he has a family or not.
Ever since the face of the Monk Luo was beaten to the point of scarring, Lei Gong's sense of justice, sense of faith, and the strength of guarding the forest farm had completely died, as if he was no longer the same person, although he had the same domineering force value.
What Han Bing and Wu Deshui asked for was never what Lei Gong wanted.
However, they did not mind, nor were they interested in understanding what he really wanted, as if under the sky of the twin towers, it would be good to be able to keep expanding the territory and making money, and there was something to shovel.
Dumb.
However, Han Bing was actually slowly changing.
Although more than once she has shown in her attitude that it is a funny, silly, and uninteresting thing for her daughter Unaggi to insist on living in a wooden house in the mountains.
I don't look at the work that Unaji does, the mountains and forests she guards, the wild game that comes from it, and even the personality that is dressed, thick and sharp, but she is very indifferent.
In fact, on the other hand, isn't Unaji the same attitude towards her life and her career?
As Ding Yueli was killed, the old dog took revenge and went to prison, Zhou Pingyuan's son traveled thousands of miles back to his hometown, the kidnapped child disappeared, and Wu Deshui, who was seriously ill, became more and more old, Han Bing felt that one after another the time was not waiting, and the tide of the general trend was coming towards her.
She had thought she was the wind, blowing anywhere she wanted to blow in the twin towers, but later found out that it was nothing more than grass.
Time, health, no successor, no longer like when they were young, everything is irretrievably decaying.
Rather, it is retribution.
When Fan Xiaoyuan couldn't find it, Han Bing's heart was getting heavier and heavier day by day, and she knew that luck was gradually getting farther and farther away from the couple, on the contrary, everything was reversing.
Just as when Li Huiyan was interrogated, she had been pulling the blood-stained hair on her body, disgusted, wanting to escape, but she couldn't escape, the blood stains would always be there, and the clothes, the clothes wrapped around her body, had actually been worn in life and destiny.
When he was kidnapped by monk Luo, Han Bing said something meaningful, Wu Deshui did those unseemly things, so now Wu Deshui was punished.
As soon as the wind blew violently, in fact, Han Bing had already felt it. It's just, just, it's hard to ride a tiger.
Most of my life has been living in that way in the Twin Towers, and how to change from evil to righteousness, how to be a man again.
The net woven by Wu Deshui wrapped her tightly in the air.
Once it was the maintenance of a huge industry, and then it was a disease that was about to die in bed. It was getting tighter and tighter, making it impossible for her to breathe.
Drunk, vomiting, lying on the couch and falling asleep, waking up with tears in his eyes, a kind of vicissitudes, depression, brilliant to decadent lonely tears, just when it was about to flow, Han Bing grinned and smiled, and endured it again.
When she heard at the police station that Wu Deshui's rescue was ineffective, she was sarcastically, completely relieved, and knew that the result would be so that the tears would flow down, and then she tilted her head, and the strong support finally fell, a self-deprecating, bitter ending that she had experienced in her lifetime.
The mighty Han Bing was destroyed in a state of decay.
Looking back, is it all regret?
There is only remorse left.
The text is original, and the pictures come from the internet.