In September, the autumn breeze gradually rises, the heat gradually fades, and the evening breeze gradually brings a little chill. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info The misty drizzle is dripping, unhurried, like cow hair, like embroidery needles, and like countless fine threads, hooking heaven and earth.

This is the early autumn in the south, wet and cold, like a weeping girl, silently, quietly telling the sadness and sorrow, and the faint loneliness after this weeping.

September is the beginning of the school season, and the students of the University bid farewell to the haunting holidays, and unwillingly and reluctantly walked to the prison-like campuses. It's just that behind this reluctance and reluctance, what is hidden may be joy and hope that no one can detect. It is only after many years, recalling this past, that such joy and longing will spring up in my throat in an instant, and then turn into infinite bitterness and regret, and become this salty and bitter and sweet and sour candied fruit.

Zhou Yan tasted this candied fruit, which was very sour and sweet. So he was standing at the intersection of this street at the moment, looking at the students who were carrying all kinds of school bags and holding all kinds of flower umbrellas, like all kinds of flowers in full bloom, and the corners of his mouth showed a sour and sweet smile.

He had also experienced this flower-like age, although he was now covered in dirt and sloppy. From the head, hair, body, and outer clothes to shoes, underwear, and even the aching wounds, they were covered with dust, mud, rain, and blood. The deep blackness of their interweaving is incomparably filthy and incomparably pure, as bright as brilliance.

The rain from heaven fell on him without hindrance, soaking him, as if washing, and as if sticking, and sticking the whole world on him.

What does it feel like?

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it feels lonely, it hurts...... Or hate

It was as if rain was falling from the sky, leaving people with nowhere to hide, and threatening to swallow them up in a moment.

But how could that gloomy, gray sky become so red?

An umbrella as red as the sun covered the original sky, like the sun appearing, enveloping the periphery.

This is...... Salvation?

"Uncle, mom said you can't get drenched in the rain. You can get sick in the rain! "The sound is sweet, it's moving, and it's very lighthearted, like lifting an umbrella.

This is a lovely little girl, smiling like a flower, very clean and pure, just like this open red umbrella, under a gray cloud, blooming a little gorgeous.

Zhou Yan raised his right hand and stroked the top of the girl's head, but hurriedly withdrew it as if he had touched a poisonous snake.

Right hand...... It's the hand that holds the knife.

The girl didn't understand Zhou Yan's movements, and still smiled very innocently.

“……”

Zhou Yan wanted to speak, but he didn't expect that in this humid rainy season, his throat would be so dry, so dry that he couldn't make the slightest sound. Behind this wet illusion, there is still a knife-like autumn dryness.

I wanted to swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva to moisten my throat, but after stirring my tongue for a long time, the inside of my mouth still didn't add much humidity, but I felt dry.

The girl ignored these strange movements, her big eyes kept blinking, and she could still see the curled, black eyelashes from a long distance, which was very cute.

Zhou Yan looked at the girl and gradually lost his mind.

Such an intently staring made the girl feel a little shy, and there was a touch of crimson on her face.

"Uncle......" called softly, recalling Zhou Yan's mind. But I saw that the girl's face was getting redder and redder, and it was almost bloody.

What a shy girl......

Zhou Yan secretly thought in his heart, and his gaze slowly moved down from the girl's face......

He saw in the girl's hand, there was a red pamphlet, and on the pamphlet there were four large gilded characters:

"Good things every day"

The girl looked even more embarrassed, lowered her head, and said softly, "Uncle...... Can you sign me a name? ”

Zhou Yan didn't know that he had written his long-lost name in the mood, and he finally smiled when he looked at the word "Zhou Yan" on the white page as white as snow.

The girl smiled, and at the same time took her red umbrella, and bounced away.

The rain has stopped.

It's just that the sky doesn't seem to be washed and brightened, but even more gloomy, like a scoop of light ink.

The chill became more and more intense, cold to the heart, cold to the bone, and even cold into people's hearts and souls.

Zhou Yan suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure, and for some reason, the cold clothes on his body condensed in an instant.

Zhou Yan subconsciously glanced at the leather boot on his right foot, because there, there was a knife hidden!

That figure was indeed walking towards Zhou Yan, getting closer and closer, and the next moment was in front of him!

"Talk?" The visitor was a young man, holding a black umbrella and wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, looking very elegant and gentle.

But Zhou Yan felt more and more that this man was very dangerous, very dangerous!

So even though the two of them are sitting quietly in this quiet bubble tea shop now, Zhou Yan still hasn't relaxed his vigilance for a moment, paying three points to this man, and seven points to his knife.

"Zhou Yan?" The man took a sip of the hot drink in the cup, but his eyes kept wandering over Zhou Yan's body.

"Who are you?" There was no trace of goodwill in Zhou Yan's words, but full of hostility.

The man smiled but didn't say anything, casually threw a paper bag in front of Zhou Yan, and motioned for Zhou Yan to check it.

Zhou Yan carefully opened the paper bag and took out several documents inside, although he was watching, his attention was still on the man and the knife.

Until Zhou Yan flipped to a weird list. In fact, there is nothing strange about this list, it is the most ordinary A4 paper, and it is also the most ordinary table format, and the only thing that is unusual between the white paper and black is the name in it. These names are very familiar to Zhou Yan, and they even evoke some memories of the past. Every time he saw a name, Zhou Yan's expression became solemn, but when he saw that name, he already felt indescribable.

Name: Zhou Yan

Gender: Male

Age: Nineteen years old

Ability: Sword

Danger level: 5

……

And the one that really shocks the soul is the next.

Zhou Yan forcibly suppressed his emotions and watched quietly:

In July 1992, Fuqiang Apartment, three people died

In February 1998, at Hongshi South Railway Station, seven people died

……

In August 2010, Anle Orphanage, five people died

Seeing this, Zhou Yan's heart couldn't help but be shocked, but his eyes caught a glimpse of the last line of this page.

In August 2014, Vineyard Kindergarten, four people died.

……

This bubble tea shop is very peaceful, the tranquility is not very real, and even everything in front of you becomes illusory.

Zhou Yan tried his best to see something, but suddenly he couldn't see anything.

A person's whole life is looking around, but looking forward is nothing, and looking back is also full of vanity.

Who said this?

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