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On this bright morning, a few birds jumping on old telephone poles let out a crisp birdsong, startling the rising red sun.

The skies of the southern cities are very fresh and pleasant in a country with increasingly polluted environmental conditions.

In a residential area on the outskirts of the city, the buildings look a little old, probably many years old. The residents living here used to be some old cadres who had retired for many years, and the houses were also divided in the era of the planned economy.

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Of course, there are not many people living in this building, and many people have already bought new high-end houses outside and moved out.

Except for some old people who are about to die, or who are alone, they can't leave, most of them will not stay in this dilapidated old house that has experienced decades of ups and downs.

In the humble bedroom, the yellow-gray walls highlight the old age that is out of place with this era, and a lot of paint has fallen off in the corners at this time, revealing the hideous tiles in them.

In the corner of the bedroom by the window is a large double bookcase, and the fragrance and light of the sandalwood seem to be a little out of place in this room.

The upper half of the bookcase is placed with a large number of domestic and foreign classics, the books are in a simple shape, it seems that they have been some years, and no one has read them for a long time, and there is a thick layer of ash on them.

The lower half of the floor is scattered with some very new books, and they are also relatively good at reading, and some of the book corners have been slightly rolled up, but these books seem to be some comics, novels and the like.

In the position facing the window, an ordinary rectangular wooden table is placed, there is a small table lamp on the wooden table, and a few homework books and math books are placed at random, which are placed on the cover of a homework book in the corner of the table.

The handwriting is a little sloppy, but it has a unique sense of grace.

Next to the wooden table was a small dressing table with a few jewelry boxes and combs scattered around on it.

In addition to these few pieces of furniture, only the bed and the bed cabinet in the inner corner of the bedroom remained. The bed wasn't very big, just the size of an adult lying flat on it.

Didi, didi.

A cartoon alarm clock for an anime character, standing on a bedside table, began to scream as the first rays of sunlight shone through the cracks in the curtains.

It's a cute robot cat-shaped alarm clock, but it's funny that when it rings, it's the naughty head of the robot cat, spinning back and forth. The most important thing is that the alarm clock in the shape of a robot cat is full of scars, and the blue and white paint on it has been scraped off a lot. And the cat's head spins and makes a crisp sound, which seems to have a kind of weird fun.

Syllable.

A fair-skinned and slender hand was raised from the side of the bed, and with a blow, the robot cat that turned its head hit the bedside wall with a 'whir', slid down weakly, and fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

The cat-shaped alarm clock, which was still dancing, suddenly quieted down, and the paint on it crossed out a lot. Then he didn't continue to spin, and it seemed that he was seriously injured again.

The owner of this jade hand, that is, the petite shadow on the bed, after slapping the alarm clock, covered his head with a dissatisfied quilt, and then let out a few sleepy murmurs.

"It's noisy, don't... Don't disturb the laborers and management to sleep..."

The tone is from high to low, with a kind of **** delicate voice, which is the unique and charming accent of Jiangnan women.

The figure in the quilt turned around, and then there was the sound of undulating and steady breathing.

Bai Xiaosheng had a long dream.

It's very long, so long that it takes 30 years to make a dream into a movie, and it takes more than 30,000 hours to make a huge feature-length movie, the kind of tens of thousands.

A beautiful and happy childhood, a lonely and painful teenager, and a magnificent youth.

Parents who died young, loyal friends, first love who died without illness, and ex-wives who broke up unhappily.

Everything is constantly unfolding in the dream, like a colorful picture scroll, slowly unfolding without hurry.

It was a silent tragicomedy.

This made Bai Xiaosheng in the dream a little relieved.

The dreams of each period are so real, real as if they were yesterday.

Like, it's not a dream, it's not a movie.

That's the truth.

However, whether it is a dream or a movie, there will be an end to it.

The finale of this movie is to stay on the flying bullet.

Maybe because it was in a dream, the bullet shot was very slow in Bai Xiaosheng's eyes, and it seemed that it could be dodged at any time.

However, his eyes were just wide, and the trembling fear was like a grid of layers, and he was paralyzed and unable to make any movements.

Biu~

The bullet entered from the center of the eyebrow, pierced through the back of the head, and exploded in a row

The other party's sudden betrayal, as well as his own unbelievable face.

"No!"

A scream, flying from the bed, spread out from this floor, waking up the bird that landed on the telephone pole outside the window.

An old man on crutches, when he passed by this floor, heard the seeping scream, shook his head helplessly, and continued to walk out.

The old man kept shaking his head and muttering: "Alas, what a good girl she was, but since the death of her parents, why has she become this virtue now?"

After the scream, the quilt was lifted in an instant, revealing a pale face.

Although this jade face cannot be said to be a country and a city, it can definitely be regarded as the gentleness and delicacy of the water hibiscus.

The snow skin is like clotted fat, the collar neck is like a grub, the fresh teeth are like a rhinoceros, and the head of the mantis is like a moth eyebrow.

The jade beauty in the splashed ink landscape painting is exactly what it is talking about.

The upper body is draped with a thin white quilt, revealing delicate and white shoulders, which looks a little pitiful.

is such a jade beauty who seems to be a gentle character, and it should be black and long shawl hair, but it is unexpectedly disappointing. Dyed with colorful big wavy curls, and a lot of hair strands are hanging outward, and because of the problem of indecent sleeping position, it makes a mess like a chicken nest.

With this colorful hair, it must be a bad girl in the eyes of others, little sister.

She stared at the scene in front of her with wide-eyed eyes, and there was a strange and familiar sense of struggle in her eyes.

It seems that this is a room that was once very familiar, and it stands to reason that it should be honestly stayed in the corner of memory, turned into a yellowed three-dimensional photo. (To be continued.) )