I put on my clothes and slowly walked to the balcony of the dormitory.

I raised my head and looked up at the sky45. Feel Guo Jingming's faint sadness, the city in the sky is still black and purple, so silent, I can't bear to disturb this quiet night.

Gradually, I heard the cry of the night, piercing the first light of the dawn, and the sorrow of the years was implied in the brilliance.

Undressed and holding his weak body, slowly invaded by the darkness, there was a knight at night, protecting me and not letting me get hurt, I was very warm, and it was very cold at night.

The frost will slowly fall, without the slightest sound, drowning.

I suddenly asked about a touch of aroma, with 45. The sorrow, with the complaints of the night, with the tranquility of the city in the sky, is like a huge time gear turning, and the fate is self-inflicted.

Thinking of the past, a touch of residual fragrance and a touch of sunset, several bright moons and years are drunk by people, thinking of it, it is all a silent shadow sinking on the wall, and the moon in the water is just a flower in the mist. It's just that I don't know what people are going to do, I just don't know what people are born to do, but I always have to do something.

The body suffered some frost, and gradually arrived at some cold, and it was also a little sober.

I think of rushing back from the cemetery last night, I think of Dauhi died, I think of Nanyin's smile, I think of Gan Hai, I think of Xiaoxiao, I think of Jing Ye Thought, I think of all the people I love and who love me, will we be together one day.

Will it be together again.

Life.

Finally.

But I remembered how Dizzy had died, and the darkness of the night made me a little panicked. I quickly looked back, and there was nothing, in fact, nothing, just darkness.

I walked a few steps, changed into a thicker coat, and walked down the 6th floor dormitory, I looked down the hallway.

My whole body naturally drooped, white pajamas, black wholesale, bloody face and fangs, and my brain went blank.

But in the blink of an eye, there is no more, it's just my fantasy. Everything is just fantasy, but what about this world?

I smiled.

I walked downstairs step by step, and finally pushed open the iron door, I squatted in front of the door, I have been tired for so many days, my heart is tired, my heart is tired, and people are tired, I don't want to think about anything anymore, but I keep thinking about it.

Judging from the long history, my little problem is no longer a problem, crushed by the gears of the huge years, turned into a powder that is nothing, and drifts away with the wind. I think if you put one thing under a magnifying glass, it will become less worthless and the mood will be very relaxed.

We sometimes have to learn from Tusky, learn to squint at the world, maybe that's what I'm trying to say, maybe that's the philosophy of Tusky, a philosophy of comics, a philosophy of rabbits.

If something is suppressing you, you can magnify that thing and crush it until it is gone. After you are in a good mood, you can do what you want to do, which will make things easier, Wind and Frost, Night and Night, Knight and Sky City, Guo Jingming and 45. The sorrow of the moment, gathered, gray, rich, bright, white, but he disappeared in an instant.

Xiao Han window, dressing, bright starlight, shining on the heads of two people, not sad, because of each other's concern.

Only to send the people around me to learn the philosophy of Tusky.

Undressed and holding his weak body, slowly invaded by the darkness, there was a knight at night, protecting me and not letting me get hurt, I was very warm, and it was very cold at night. The frost will slowly fall, without the slightest sound, drowning.

I suddenly asked about a touch of aroma, with 45. The sorrow, with the complaints of the night, with the tranquility of the city in the sky, is like a huge time gear turning, and the fate is self-inflicted. Thinking of the past, a touch of residual fragrance and a touch of sunset, several bright moons and years are drunk by people, thinking of it, it is all a silent shadow sinking on the wall, and the moon in the water is just a flower in the mist.

I walked downstairs step by step, and finally pushed open the iron door, I squatted in front of the door, I have been tired for so many days, my heart is tired, my heart is tired, and people are tired, I don't want to think about anything anymore, but I keep thinking about it.

Judging from the long history, my little problem is no longer a problem, crushed by the gears of the huge years, turned into a powder that is nothing, and drifts away with the wind.