"Bang!"

The dart slipped out of the blackman's hand, and he fell to the ground and died again.

An Yisheng exhaled, he squatted down to look at the corpse, and there was no blood out, indicating that the blood in the body had already been exhausted. The corpse was not decomposed, had a pungent sour smell, and should have been soaked in formalin for a long time. This person died for at least a week, and An Yisheng didn't understand why he was here, and he came back to life.

As far as he knew, only the director and Mr. He Xiaoxing knew his identity in this world, but they didn't have any reason to kill him. Moreover, the behavior of this corpse was obviously not the work of a person in this world, a capable person? Could it be that there is more than one capable person in this world?

If he is a capable person, how did he come to be?

The early summer night is a bit cool, and the cold wind blows and makes people shudder.

…………

"Jingle Bell Bell Ring...... It's time for class...... Teachers and students, please ......"

That's all for this lesson...... This weekend's homework will be written on the blackboard by the class leader for a while, and finally I wish you all a happy weekend, after class!"

"Oh! It's finally the weekend!"

"Let's go to my house in a while!"

"When we heard that Dior's latest bag was on the market, we ......"

An Yisheng cleaned up his messy desktop, and the test papers covering the entire table couldn't tell which ones were a set.

The third year of high school is like this, soaking in the sea of evil test papers with the hope of a weekend break one day a week, and every time it comes to the last class on Saturday, the students are as excited as if they have been beaten with chicken blood, just because the weekend is coming.

An Yisheng has never understood what is so good about university, and millions of people are dying for it every year. To say that the college entrance examination is a battlefield without gunsmoke, that is, they have not experienced the real gunsmoke.

"Brother Yisheng, will you come home with me?"

Yunsu's voice is always this tone, sweet and playful, and endearing.

An Yisheng looked at Yun Su, who was sitting in front of him at some point, he rubbed Yun Su's head and smiled, "Not today, I have something to do today." ”

"Oh, you're in trouble!" Yun Su pulled out a smile, although it was also good-looking, but it was very stiff.

"Okay, okay, will I go shopping with you next time?"

"Really?" Yun Su looked at An Yisheng in disbelief.

"Really. When did I lie to you?"

"That's good! I'll believe you for the time being, if Brother Yisheng dares to release my pigeons, I will, I will ......"

"How?"

"I'll ignore you again!"

"Got it! I'm going to go. An Yisheng threw on his backpack with one hand, "Then I'll go first!"

But he stopped, his hand being pulled by Yun Su, "What's wrong?" he asked back.

The sunset had just moved to where they were, half of the golden color was scattered on the side of her face, the golden lines outlining the soft outline, the eyes of the two springs of spring water, and the earrings that sparkled in the sunset.

The setting sun seems to divide them into two worlds, inside the sunset and outside the sunset. Yunsu is inside, and An is also outside.

The girl took An Yisheng's cuffs, stepped across the entire sunset, and said, "You must come!"

An Yisheng was in a trance for a while, and then nodded for a long time.

……

An Yisheng remembered that Liujiu was particularly obsessed with Yeats for a while, and bought a few of his books to read day and night, saying that he was inspired to become a poet.

An Yisheng ridiculed him at the time, saying that how could a heartless person like him reach Yeats's qualifications. Ryuhisa told him very seriously that only those who have been injured will have no heart and lungs.

An Yisheng originally wanted to taunt him, but seeing his serious expression for the first time, he felt that Ryujiu was really a not simple person, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Behind every bag is an untold story. ”

An Yisheng comforted himself like this in his heart at the time, and then let Liujiu write poetry.

Every time Liujiu wrote a poem, An Yisheng was the first reader, what did he write? He almost forgot it, anyway, they were all the same flowers!

He only remembered that night, when it was a little cold, they bought two bottles of liquor and went back to shabu-shabu. After eating meat and drinking, both of them were a little drunk. Lu Jiu suddenly began to tell his story, which suddenly made An Yisheng a little overwhelmed.

The first time he saw Ryuku drunk like that, it was dark, and he didn't know why.

When An Yisheng helped Liujiu back to his room, he saw the poem that Liujiu didn't know when he wrote it but didn't show it to him.

The yellowing is not the body of the tree or the leaves,

It's not a picture on a table, it's not a wall,

Not the elegant wrinkles on the face of a beauty,

Nor is it a staggering gait with gray hair.

The vines of spring are intertwined with each other,

Step into the clouds that surround the past

Stretch infinitely, until the future is also covered,

The place where that great world ended.

Nor is the yellowing of the waves that bring down the twilight,

Not the Great Black Altar that devours everything,

It's just a time to be left out and forgotten,

And maybe the flying tired powder spread on it.

The name of the poem is "Yellow Time", although An Yisheng doesn't know much about it, but he thinks it's the best one that Ryujiu has written so far. He had read it many times, but he still couldn't understand it, and he suspected that the poems analyzed by the Chinese teacher during class were simply nonsense, and that the person who wrote it might still be able to understand it, or that even the author had forgotten the state of mind when he created it after writing it.

An Yisheng remembered that it was snowing lightly that night, the hot pot in the house was still gurgling, and there was a sound in Liujiu's room. He stood on the balcony blowing the cold wind, quietly watching the white swallow the world little by little.

The nights were cold and long, enough for people to sober up and be cranky.