The raindrops fell on Jiang Li's face, and the bone-penetrating coldness penetrated into his heart. The sky was accompanied by thunder, and a flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, brightening her pale face. What a desperate night this is, and I wonder how many people are desperate in the ups and downs under this night.

It's been a long time, it's been a long time, it's been a long time since I've been so relaxed and comfortable, right? Are I dying soon? Maybe death is liberation, so I don't have to go on so painfully.

The girl lay motionless on the ground, letting the rain wet her face and the hem of her clothes. Blood trickled down the wound on her left chest, staining the grass red

"Will leave the grass, early twilight, Jun is like a breeze and a concubine, when will they meet again, you are Qiao, I am Qiao ......" The gentle nursery rhyme sounded in this iron-like night, and the girl's mind gradually blurred, only this nursery rhyme seemed to be the only ray of light in the deep heart. The girl's face smiled, a smile not seen in ten years. "Dad, mother, I'm so cold, I'll ...... soon I'll be able to meet you soon."

Another thunderclap sounded, and the wound on his left chest had begun to stop hurting, and half of his body was unconscious. She knew that this was a precursor to excessive blood loss, and soon, she would turn into a handful of loess in this lonely mountain wilderness, but it was a pity that she could not die on the land where she was born and raised. However, it is also good to be able to die in this deserted mountain field, it is really like a grass that is about to leave, fragrant alone, and red alone.

She has been alone for too long, so long that she has forgotten when she has begun to remember what her father and mother looked like when she was a child. The intrigue all day long, the killing and slaughter have already made her numb, her hands are already stained with blood, and she is no longer the innocent and flawless hands that she picked and weed when she was a child, shouting for her father and mother to hug her.

She smiled bitterly, laughing at the ill-fated fate, laughing at the bitterness of the past. Just as her consciousness gradually faded into darkness, she felt that the raindrops in the sky seemed to stop in an instant, and the cold rain could no longer be felt on her face, and a black shadow shook in front of her eyes. She tried hard to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and she fell into the infinite darkness.

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In the dark, she felt her body jolting, in a daze, as if a warm body was shaking beside her, the warmth was so intoxicating, like the arms of her childhood father. She felt chills all over her body, cold to the bone marrow, and she couldn't help but hold on tightly to the only warmth, as if this was the only way to calm her heart.

After some time, she couldn't hear the rain or any other sounds. Is this hell? Is hell like this? Also, if you kill so many people, you should go to hell, right? She only felt her throat dry, and her mouth was open, but she couldn't make a sound. The warmth was suddenly gone, and only the boundless darkness remained.

A cool rush rushed into her throat, moisturizing her long-dried cells. Surrounded by warmth again. Her thoughts were a little far away, as if she had drifted to thousands of miles away, and she heard her father's voice calling to her softly: "Come on, my mother will sing to you." "Will leave the grass, early twilight, you are like a breeze and a concubine, when will you meet again, you will be Qiao, I will be Qiao ......"

It was a sunny morning, the birds were singing and everything was so beautiful. A little girl about ten years old was sniffing softly on a bright red flower, and a middle-aged man slowly walked out of the room. The little girl's eyes narrowed into the shape of a crescent moon, and she smiled and talked to the man: "Daddy, you see how beautiful this will be from the grass, and Xiaoli will grow into a bright big flower like the grass when she grows up." The man smiled and touched the girl's head, "Xiaoli must be more beautiful than this flower when she grows up." The little girl nodded vigorously, as if convinced of this.

"Daddy, why is such a beautiful flower called Jiangli?" "The flowers bloom for half a summer, and Jiangli expresses the longing between relatives and lovers." "Xiaoli has been with his father all his life, so that his father will not miss Xiaoli" "Hahaha, Xiaoli will grow into a big girl and marry after Xiaoli" "No, Xiaoli will not marry, just stay by his father and mother......" Everything is so warm and warm, like eternal stars, bright and shining in the depths of memory.

Her childhood, her youth, was spent in such a village full of sweetness. Every year, what she looks forward to the most is summer, because every summer, the courtyard will always be full of bright red and delicate grass, and the sea of red and green flowers exudes an intoxicating fragrance, filling the whole beautiful memory of the little girl.

In the place where they used to live, there were no such beautiful flowers, only patches of hard rocks, windswept sand, and the blue sun that radiated a cold cold light overhead. In her hometown, there are no trees, no flowers and plants, and in her memory, there is only boundless strife and hard and barren life. But there was light in everyone's eyes, and there was a burning passion for life, and each of them had blue eyes, as blue as the deep sea above the sky, and she thought that all places in the world were the same, and all people were the same, until one year, the village chief took everyone to move from the underwater world to the surface, and lived in a calm and peaceful mountain field.

For the first time, she saw the world beyond the bottom of the sea, for the first time, she saw the trees for the first time, she saw the warm golden sun, she saw the delicate grass, and she saw other people with black pupils who were different from them.

She cheered and jumped with joy, like a bird with wings spread. There are no wars, no dead people who come out every year to escape natural disasters, and there are just smiles on their faces all day long. From a conversation between the village chief and her father, she knew that they were called Inhumans, and the others with black eyes were called humans, and the village chief said that Inhumans and humans were different, but she didn't feel any difference, just the color of her eyes. In the village, humans and aliens coexist peacefully, she can play with human children every day, and she also met several good friends of the same age, one of whom is named Zhang Dahu and gave her a sugar gourd, she has never eaten such a big sugar gourd, but it is sweet.

Jiangli's consciousness sank again, and all kinds of memories came flooding back, making her unable to tell whether it was a dream or a reality. The rain seemed to have stopped, but she could still feel the blood running from the wound on her left chest. The body has been numb and unconscious, only the nursery rhymes in her mind are still gently echoing, which represents all the ballads of her beautiful childhood, "Will leave the grass, twilight is early, you are like a breeze and a concubine is like a tip, when will they meet again, you will be Qiao, I will be Qiao ......"