The poignant blood abruptly seeped upwards from under the tomb, drawing a blood-colored circle around the tombstone. The vivid blood color of the pen, the fun, and the pavilion climbs along www.biquge.info the tombstone, and the bewitching roses continue to bear on its surface. An inky raven suddenly flew out from behind the tombstone, letting out a few mournful screams. And then it all came to an end...

Suddenly there was a slight sound from the blood-stained underground, faint but incomparably clear. After a while, the surface of the soil shook suddenly, and the surface of one piece of land continued to crack and then slowly dented, and at the same time as the depression stretched out a hand full of dirt, pale but not rotten.

The hand stretched out and paused, then another hand not far away. The blood around the tombstone seems to have faded a lot. After a long time, the ground between the two hands began to tremble, and a crack in the shape of the upper body of a human body gradually appeared, and as the ground continued to rise, a humanoid "mound" sat up.

The clods of soil gradually peeled off, and the upper body of a person was exposed, and the silhouette was that of a man.

He kept his head down, as if he was exhausted, as if he had never moved.

Suddenly, he looked up, revealing a face I knew all too well. I was stunned. He looked straight at me, and then smiled weirdly:

"She said it, you'll see me again."

Red flowers grew wildly, and blood-colored tides surged in the cemetery, sweeping the entire cemetery and sweeping the entire city. Screams and grim laughter echoed in my ears.

It's a dream, it's not real.

I am well aware of this.

So a minute before the alarm went off at five o'clock, I woke up.

It was another boring dream, and I didn't care.

Without the slightest hesitation, I turned off the alarm clock, rolled over and got up, then washed my face and brushed my teeth, and I was very awake and I started exercising. In my sister's words, the robot's boring day begins.

First, I pressed my legs at random, then I warmed up with 100 push-ups, 150 sit-ups, 100 squats, and then I played boxing bags for half an hour, and at 6 o'clock I went downstairs with a weight of 20 kilograms on time for a morning run of 7 kilometers.

At about half-past six, I went home with my breakfast.

It's a habit I've developed since I got out of prison last year.

When I got home, after breakfast, my sister still didn't get up. I put her breakfast back in the pot so it wouldn't get cold.

At 6:50, I put on my bag and prepared to go. Today is my first day of transferring classes, and hopefully... Won't cause much trouble.

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The subway passed through the bridge across the river, and the morning light shone on people through the clean windows, and the girl sitting across from me was smiling shallowly, wearing a clean and tidy school uniform, looking like she was enjoying the sunshine. But I don't feel well. It's been a year since I came out, but I'm still not used to being exposed to such blinding light. Maybe it's because I'm used to the dark.

In the early morning light, the city seen from the car window is warm and beautiful. The whole city is shrouded in light, and the never-ending clouds in the sky seem to be connected to form a beauty that seems to be eternal and unchanging.

The girl in the opposite seat also stared blankly at the scenery outside the window, and suddenly she spoke, as if to say to herself, as if to ask me, "It's beautiful, isn't it?" ”

I didn't answer.

She sees only the beautiful, but the ugliness often dwells in the dark. The girl in the seat looked about the same age as me, that is, a freshman in high school. The world in her eyes must be bright and beautiful.

If it hadn't happened, would I have gone to school every day as carefree as she did?

The girl looked at the clouds in the sky, and I looked at the clouds in the sky.

This coastal city has been shrouded in clouds for a long time, never dissipating, never being blown away by the wind, and it is forever guarding over the city. Many meteorologists have devoted themselves to studying this strange phenomenon, but nothing has been found, and judging by the photographs taken on satellites, the cloud is nothing special.

It's a mystery to meteorologists, but to the people who live at its feet every day, it's just clouds.

The clouds at this time are beautiful.

The city is called Yuncheon.

The morning light shines through the water vapor in the clouds with a clear beauty, and people can even smell a trace of moisture and fragrance from the light.

The girl in the opposite seat kept staring at the clouds, with a faint smile and shallow dimples on her face.

I thought the light in the cloud was too dazzling, and I lowered my head and stopped looking. I smiled wryly, thinking to myself that I was living in a completely different world from that girl. There is no room for light in my world.

I don't deny it, I hate light.

So I decided to close my eyes and never do it again until I got out of the car.

So there was only darkness in my eyes.

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Yunchuan No. 1 Middle School, 18 classes of high school 1.

I stood outside the door of this class for about five minutes, during which time I vaguely heard the class teacher mentioning transfer students and the like in the class, and then I saw the class teacher signal me to come in.

I walked up to the podium amid the friendly applause of these new classmates, and the class teacher asked me to introduce myself. I casually glanced at the unfamiliar faces in the next class, and was surprised to find the girl I had seen on the subway sitting in a seat in the front row. But she didn't seem to see me, or even if she did, she didn't react, she just looked sideways out the window and at the sky outside.

Although I was a little surprised to see her, I didn't pay much attention to it. I looked at the new students below and slowly spoke:

"My name is Yue Shaoyi."

After saying the name, I looked at the strange faces looking at me below, and I really didn't know what to say. Do you want to tell them that I was only released from prison last year and that my personal hobby is to collect knives? Oh yes, and love the rap of One Piece and Eminem?

I was silent for a long time, not feeling embarrassed. The head teacher next to me opened his mouth as if to say something, but was interrupted by my next behavior.

I stepped off the podium with my backpack and walked to an empty seat in the back corner.

I sat down to myself.

There was a wave of amazement and commotion in the class, and many people looked at me with strange eyes. I thought to myself that this reaction was too strange, and although it was not arranged for me to sit here, these students would not be like this. I'm sitting in a position where the sun doesn't get any, and I don't want to get too much attention and get in trouble, so I'm sitting here.

I saw Ban Ren shaking his head helplessly and didn't say anything. The girl I had seen on the subway was still looking out the window, seemingly completely oblivious to the new arrivals in the class. Most of the class ended their gaze at me with an uncomfortable look. I was weird, but I didn't pay much attention to it. As long as you don't get into trouble. Then I saw two boys in the back row still looking at me, with hostility in their eyes.

I sighed, it looked like I was still in trouble.

The first class is Chemistry, the class teacher's class. A class is only 45 minutes long and is completed quickly. And the trouble seemed to come sooner than I thought.

I watched as the two boys, who seemed hostile to me, stood up the moment the bell rang, looked at me, and then slouched in their seats until the homeroom teacher walked out of the classroom with the lesson plan.

These two boys were the only two people in the class who didn't wear school uniforms except for me, one with very motherly bangs and the other with a flat head. I watched these two skinny-looking boys slumped over and thought it was ridiculous. There was probably a smile on his face.

"What the hell are you smiling at, haven't you ever seen a handsome one?" The first sentence on that flat head made me very unhappy. My face froze in an instant.

I didn't speak, I looked at them in silence, wondering why they had come to me for some reason.

Long bangs looked at me with a cold face and didn't speak, and opened my mouth probably to scold something, but someone patted me on the shoulder and interrupted the words.

Long bangs turned around, and I also looked behind him, only to see that many people in the class were looking at us.

The boy who patted the shoulder with bangs was very tall and strong, a little dark, and the school uniform seemed to be one size smaller on him, which looked funny, but his expression was very serious.

"You're welcoming new students, aren't you?" His voice was low, but clear.

The two men seemed a little afraid of him, but they just said yes, then glared back at me and returned to their seats.

The dark man watched the two of them return to their seats, then smiled and looked back at me, and held out his hand to me:

"Welcome to our class, my name is Lei Ming."

I looked at him, then reached out and shook his hand and thanked him casually.

"Don't thank me, I'm helping them, otherwise the two of them would probably be in the infirmary for a day today. I've heard people talk about you. He looked at me with a strange smile.

I didn't answer. Just looked at him in silence. At this time, the bell rings before class.

He turned around and said as he was leaving, "You'd better change your seat, it's not easy to sit here." ”

"I love the location."

He shrugged and smiled as he walked back to his seat.

I look at his back, and I always have a strange illusion.,Obviously he's so tall.,But it always makes people feel.。。 Low presence?

I shook my head, pulled out the math book for the second lesson, and stumbled upon a line of engraved words on the table, neatly written, and the nicks were still fresh. After reading this line, I broke out in a cold sweat:

"You'll see him again."