Magnificent as the large graffiti on top of an abstract painting, the colors so bright that they almost sting the eyes, are stacked one after another, and the layers of overlapping parts reveal forms that are difficult to describe concretely, and it is impossible to see what they are, like ghosts in the cracks, strange and strange.

"Hey, are you really going tomorrow?"

The basketball spun on his fingers, and the boy's clear voice was like a snowflake falling in the silence, falling piece by piece, as if something was moving, revealing a normal space in the vicinity.

In the school's playground, under the basketball hoop, there are still people playing ball, some shooting, some dribbling, and some gently colliding between laughter.

The boy with the basketball was under the basketball hoop, where there were a few schoolbags and a few clothes, and another teenager was looking through his clothes, not wearing, randomly put them on the shelf, pulled out the schoolbag below, unzipped it, and pulled out a bottle of water from it.

Unscrewed the cap of the bottle, drank some in a big gulp, replenished the water lost by the body, and seemed to be much calmer, leaning on the shelf, talking to the teenager.

"Or else?"

There seemed to be two points of contempt in the words, looking at a sky not far away, blue sky and white clouds, this is a good weather, however, those magnificent colors have not completely faded, and you can still see the ghost of teeth and claws, trying to emerge from the gap in the clouds, the junction of the blue sky and the buildings, any place that can tear this layer of canvas, revealing some of their figures.

"Those people in the sixth middle school are not easy to mess with, you are not worth it to do with them, you are a good student, this matter, just don't hear it, anyway, they don't dare to come to our school, and they won't block people, you are a good student, the teacher will be towards you." ”

The young man unconsciously repeated "You are a good student" twice, and there was no trace of gloom in his bright smile, but this sentence itself was a bit inexplicable, was it ridicule or irony?

Language is a wonderful existence.

The young man who drank the water did not speak, he seemed to be less thirsty, and he did not want to put away the water bottle, so he clasped the cap in the palm of his hand, held the bottle in one hand, and kept passing it to his mouth, drinking it in small sips, as if he was constantly moisturizing his lips.

His gaze has been falling on the horizon, looking at the places where the scenery meets, it seems that he can see cracked cobwebs, which are caused by the invasion of the claws of something, the bright orange in the dusk, the brightness in the orange, there is always some dazzling and unclear meaning that the dizzying color is there, only he can see it.

Time, space, what is causing these disturbing cracks?

He didn't move, but there were no voices around him, not only human voices, but also the sound of the basketball hitting the ground, the echo of the bang on the basket, and the sound of laughter and cheering.

Looking back, everything has become a stain, as if the thin layer of canvas has finally been torn off by those sharp claws, revealing the real background color, and I can't see the background color of what it is.

The light reflected on the face is no longer constant, the constantly changing color, stretching out his hand, the hand that is still holding the water bottle is no longer a hand, black like the claws of a charred black branch, the tip of the front seems to have been deliberately polished to a sharp weapon, there is a layer of bright light, the water bottle just now is gone, it is a thin strip of light, bright light, it is the more beautiful color in this messy color.

Dangerous, dangerous.

The sense of danger made him silent, he didn't even breathe, he wasn't sure what his current state was, the memory of the original owner was a messy picture, a completely meaningless picture, like in front of him, more than in front of him.

After a while, there seemed to be a "tearing" as the unveiling, and another layer of the picture quickly covered those colorful color curtains, as if a baton had been crossed, so that all the colors found their place, and the rules were listed to the position where they should go, and the picture was adjusted to recognizable pictures.

"Boom...

A girl is crying, she is wearing a pink and white gradient dress, the shoulders are still snow-white suspenders, to the bottom, from the waist down, the pink is a little present, a little deepening, to the very edge, the skirt above the knee is wavy, it is close to rose, such a side, showing an unusual liveliness.

It's a small grassy slope, similar to the kind of "qingren" slope that many schools have, or it's not in a school at all.

He didn't move, but at this time, the picture in the distance ahead was clearly not the angle before, those buildings were completely different from what he saw just now, a small pavilion was on the top of the grassy slope, behind the girl, she was still crying, crying and secretly looking at him with her eyes.

Is this a breakup scene?

Thinking in his heart, the boy noticed that the clothes on his body were no longer sportswear with vests and shorts, but rather crisp white T-shirt and jeans, and there were two grass clippings on his sneakers, and the emerald green color did not know how to stick to them.

It reminds people of Cang'er, a kind of thorny plant, willing to follow the passerby to bury roots in the distance, where has it been, every time you walk through a meadow, you will find that there are a lot of sticks on your shoes and pants, at first glance, it looks like a chic decoration.

Yu Guang saw the buildings on both sides, it should be the teaching building, there is still a distance, on the right is the playground I saw just now, there is no one at this time, at a glance, it seems to be the same as just now, and it has not gone through too much time to destroy.

On the left side is a lake, perhaps called "Qingren" Lake or Weiyang Lake or something, surrounded by stacked stones, creating a kind of wilderness interest, and Tete made a rockery in a corner that is not very tall, deliberately making many holes, as if trying to have a little beauty, but the words on it are too uninteresting.

Not to mention "winding paths" and "Zhizhi Qingfen", it is better to have a "quiet and far-reaching" than "study diligently", which seems to be inspirational but completely incompatible with the landscape.

I don't know how long it has been uncleaned, and even the bottom of the rockery is filled with something that I don't know if it's green moss or something, and the dull green is not pleasant, but a little dirty.

It's a campus, but I don't know if it's high school or college.

Raising his hand slightly, he saw a normal hand, not distorted and deformed at all, nor the cool of the withered black claws.

The cry seems to be quieter, and it doesn't seem to be, it's been too long, and people have lost their vigilance to this kind of crying, just like a long noise, and after a long time, you can't feel the irritability it brings.

The young man raised his feet, some wanted to leave, there was no one here, only such a crying girl, but he didn't want to persuade at all, so why distort his mind?

"You, don't go, Hiccup, you can't go..."

The girl cried, sobbed, hiccuped, such a long time of crying is also a challenge for her, her heart is worried, nervous from the eyes, the eyes that are washed by tears are very beautiful, the only pity is that the eye makeup is not so waterproof, the eyeliner or the black on the mascara are mixed with the tears to leave some, one by one gray.

Eyelash glue is not so good, and the false eyelashes are upturned at one end and ridged, as if to highlight their presence, causing a special effect.

The impatience in my heart quickly turned into a laughing fruit, but I was not in a hurry to leave, my footsteps stopped, looked at her, and asked, "What else do you have to say?"

"You, how can you not accept me? Didn't you fight with those people in the sixth middle school for my sake? I've heard it all, you, are you embarrassed to admit that you like me, I, I, I said I didn't like you, but that was before, besides, haven't you heard of a word that is duplicity?"

The girl's voice was anxious and slow, the rhythm was not well grasped, and the pitch was also high and low, especially the word "duplicity" at the end, which was so low that the sound was like a mosquito.

These did not attract the attention of the teenager, he noticed the repeated "six middle", if his personality has not changed, or the teenager who is about to go to the appointment under the basketball hoop just now, then, this "six middle" and that "six middle" should be the same, so, is this an appointment to meet, and then fight, or make an appointment to fight and then really fight?

Good student, about to fight?

Maybe it's the former, as for the reason, her eyes fell on the girl in front of her, ignoring the makeup that had been spent, her appearance was indeed a little beauty, was it really for her?

I don't feel anything in my heart, I don't have the memory of the original owner, and I can't even find a sense of substitution at all, a bad review!

Only then did this thought flicker, and the cobwebs that had never given up were raging again, and in the blink of an eye, the colors were messy again.

The girl is gone, and the scenes just now are missing, they seem to have been restored to the original color, and the colors painted at will can not see any regularity, the only similarity is the overlap of colors and colors, those dark places, like the abstract existence of ghosts in the cracks.

It is impossible to describe their shape concretely, maybe it is a dark line composed of one or two overlapping colors, plausible, forming a stickman-like existence, no, maybe not human, the slender and indistinct line can also be the shadow of a claw, trying to push in a certain direction, or quietly waiting to do something.

There is no specific clear outline, and it is impossible to see the real appearance and facial features, maybe it is a person, maybe it is a monster, maybe it is some kind of chaotic illusion of existence, between existence and non-existence, it is like a less real illusion.

Raise your hand, see the black claws again, maybe you are one of those ghosts?

King?

The author has something to say: I won't be afraid if I don't have enough associations when I see the information! It's very common for a person's information to be placed there.

After all, it's very rare to have a special personality, and if everyone is so special, special will become ordinary. And for example, it is difficult to investigate something, the time is too short.

A new world has begun, I hope you like it!Thank you to the little angel who voted for me during 2019-11-25 22:17:34~2019-11-26 21:47:12~

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