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His heart jumped out of his chest.

Such a solid and powerful heartbeat, in the dark chest, is like a star in the depths of Hongmeng, even if it falls into the cliff and angers the reef, it still will not slow down.

And he also knew that he had little time left.

He clenched his hand tightly, his trembling palms dripping with slippery and sticky sweat. Deep in the slender joints, through the power of the fingertips, a great sadness is transmitted.

"Ke, this is the sea, the sea of your dreams!"

He bowed his head and said in a deep voice to the pounding heart. In the depths of the hoarse voice, there was a vague melancholy.

A warm droplet, with a halo of crystal mist, splashed quietly on the surface of the ocean in the sea breeze.

"Hitomi, believe me, this qiē is in her eyes."

It was another man's voice. Gentle and soft, with a clear voice, like a chūnrì bright mountain stream, verdant yù lax.

His hands clenched tighter, his body trembled violently, and his lonely back and thin shoulders were frozen in a sad silhouette on the dusk reef.

"Kang, she's really gone. Leave me. ”

He looked up in a hurry, his lower lip pale from the bite of his teeth, and a row of deep tooth marks could be faintly visible. Vertical and horizontal teardrops flowed freely on this convex and angular cheek, spreading warmly. Although it has been blurred by tears, it is indeed a cold and handsome face, proud and glamorous like wind and frost, a straight and delicate nose, thin and bright pure petals, dark and clear eyes, and thick and smooth eyebrows.

"No, she's in you, all the time. Hitomi, listen! You listen! The turbulent and powerful cháo sound, the howling wind, the surging and rising foam, the crashing sound of the sand and pearls, are all her voices! ”

Kang Yan's voice was like a tactful sword, piercing through the turbulent waves and piercing into Lan Tong's ears.

"Kang - you said she was here! Yes, there is! ”

His voice suddenly became high-pitched and excited, and he grabbed Kang Yan's shoulders hard, and his five fingers sank deeply, like a drowning man struggling to grasp the last of the floating algae. The depths of the dark pupils glow brightly. A bolt of lightning tore through the cloudy sky, and rolling thunder roared.

"Yes, she's right here!"

Kangyan's eyes, like a pool of light brown spring water, faintly flashed between the finely curved eyelashes. At this time, in the depths of the spring water, there are distant ripples, faintly scratched by time. He looked meaningfully into the depths of the vast sea and muttered to himself.

At the first line of the polar sky, the sunset is fading the last rays of light, and the dark ocean is ruthlessly devouring everything in heaven and earth.

"No, you lied to me, she's dead! How is it possible to come back! ”

Lan Tong pushed Kang Yan away, and his cold smile was full of disgust. Kang Yan almost fell into the sea, he slowly stood up, looking at the blue pupils with distressed eyes.

"You, like them, have partnered to deceive me!"

"Like them, the partnership deceived me ......"

Blue Pupil shouted at him hoarsely, and squatted down with his face hidden, crying loudly.

Bursts of thunder exploded overhead, dark waves roared from the sky, the earth trembled slightly, and the seagulls were terrified.

"Blue pupils, in this world, only you and I have insight into each other."

Kang Yan slowly walked to Lan Tong's side, brushed his hand above his head, and said with a sad face. His bones protruded sharply, and the blue-gray veins were clearly sinuous and tangled.

Only you and I have insight into each other. These words, like Sanskrit sounds, injected a tube of tranquilizer into Lan Tong's mind. Hitomi, whose light had faded, fell into the darkness of the depths again.

"Kang Yan! Kang Yan, how are you? ”

He stood up in fear, held Kang Yan's cheek, and looked at it carefully.

This is a suffocating face, not jīng zhi, nor handsome, but I believe that everyone who pays a little attention will fall into it and cannot extricate themselves. It was a pale face, without the slightest trace of blood and vitality, but there was a white mist on the cheeks, and a little halo lingered. Yes, it was a feminine and bewitching face with a woman, and the smooth and delicate skin was enough to make a woman embarrassed. However, what is more powerful than the bewitching like a gossamer are those eyes—brown sè, with a light light of wings, clear eyes that make you feel distressed and fall for them.

A wonderful smile bloomed on Kang Yan's face, and tears of joy and crystal glitter overflowed from his brown eyes. At that moment, the blue pupils seemed to be in the wheat field of chūnrì, and the sunlight sprinkled from the sky, gently plating on his slightly cool body; The wheat undulating in the wind gently scratched his ankles; A burst of fresh floral fragrance came to the nose; In the flowery fields, butterflies dance; At the end of the wheat field, Changhong crossed the sky......

The blue pupil was in that illusion, unable to extricate himself for a long time, until Kang Yan leaned over to brush off the dust from the corner of his clothes.

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Destiny.

The word comes to mind. A dull ache.

His life has nothing to do with me from now on.

Her lives never crossed paths again.

Strong sparkling water flavor. White sè walls and sheets. The plan outside the window withered.

Once, in his pupils, there was always a pigeon whistle full of lead ash.

The flowers in the alley always unconsciously leaned into his window.

There are some things that no one will ever know, buried in the chest of youth, accompanied by death, rotting in the depths of time.

I love boys as boys love girls.

My name is Wound, and the boy's name is Death.

Twin. Our twins.

Twins of two boys. Does it sound ridiculous.

But I'm going to sue you, that's the truth. No doubt.

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The long bell rang for the end of class. The setting sun shines through the plane trees outside the window and hits the desk. Blue Hitomi narrowed her eyes and looked up to see that the classroom door was crowded with people.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put down the hero pen of the black sè, made a crisp sound of "pop-", closed the cap, straightened his waist, crossed his ten fingers and moved the lower knuckles, and then closed his eyes, and pressed the thumb and index finger of his left hand to press and pinch the Qingming acupoint several times.

When I opened my eyes again, the door was already empty in the empty classroom, except for the students who stayed on duty who were busy sweeping the floor.

When I picked up the words written in class, I was not satisfied. The story that has been conceived for a long time, once put into words, always bothers him. He is a person who demands perfection, and that kind of passage makes him write no less than ten times in class, always writing and crossing, and then writing. He didn't want any mistakes and alterations, and he couldn't tolerate any mistakes.

At the same table was a petite and cute girl with a few freckles on her nose. Whenever she saw the paper ball stuffed in the blue pupil's desk, she would take the initiative to help him clean it up. However, he never thanked him, except for a long period of indifference, and even a little disgust. He likes to listen to the rustle of the pen on the paper, and he likes to pinch the pen shaft and look at the sycamore outside the window in a daze. And inside the girl's drawer, in addition to colorful snacks, are all kinds of noisy tapes. Every time he saw the girl's look of surprise as he tore up and crumpled the manuscript paper, a trace of disgust slipped through his heart. Even he himself found it incredible.

The girl's grades are very good, and she is sent by the teacher to help Blue Hitomi during a class learning support activity. In Lan Tong's opinion, such help is equivalent to charity, even if her grades are worse, she will never accept it, so for her arrival, Lan Tong instinctively resisted. The girl was also very aware of his indifference, except for sitting quietly and listening to the lecture in class, she did not interfere with his qiē, and never ran to the teacher regularly to report the situation like other mutual helpers. Blue Pupil naturally knows this.

Her name is Wang Huijia. But the blue pupil never called. Lan Tong sat by the window, she sat in the aisle, although Lan Tong rarely went out of the classroom, but four classes in half a day, she always had to go out. Seeing Lan Tong get up, the girl always consciously got up and gave way, even if there was work at hand that couldn't stop, she would still stand up. At one point, Blue Hitomi almost called out her name. During that class, the girl was pouring ink, the blue pupils got up, the girl broke the ink to the ground in a panic, and the white sè canvas shoes she had just worn instantly turned into blue flowers, and tears of grievance filled her eyes. Lan Tong's heart suddenly became apprehensive, and he lowered his head embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry!" Then he rushed out of the classroom in embarrassment. He was supposed to help her clean up the glass shards and the floor, or ask "Wang Huijia, are you okay?" However, he couldn't do it, there was always a thought that made him unable to let go of his indifference.

Afterwards, Lan Tong also fell into a period of guilt and self-blame, but that guilt didn't last long, and he didn't know how to eliminate the cold estrangement between the two. Since that incident, Wang Huijia has continued to treat Lan Tong like Rì, as if the discarded canvas shoes had never appeared in her life.

But their time at the same table didn't last long, and before the final exams, the mutual aid activities ended in a hurry. Wang Huijia carried her desk back to the front row, and Lan Tong came to a new tablemate—a boy who regarded sleep as all his beliefs in life. In his world, there is nothing but sleep. I slept in class and between classes, but as soon as the bell rang after school, I immediately stood up smartly, and rushed out without wiping the snoring from the corners of my mouth. Sleeping or not, Lan Tong didn't want to talk to him much, but the hateful thing was that the boy was still snoring. The snoring sound was not loud or small, and it came from the back of the classroom, and disappeared immediately when it reached the podium. The boy's family has a certain social background, and the school donated a lot of money at the beginning of the school, so the teacher turned a blind eye to him.

The blue pupils who were disturbed by the snoring sound were really helpless, so they brought two cotton balls from home and stuffed them in their ears, although the effect was not very optimistic, at least it could make him write with peace of mind and think concentratingly.

Luckily, it was winter break to get through the final exams. The zero-degree silence at home made Blue Pupil unable to adapt quickly at the beginning of the winter vacation, and there was always a shallow snoring sound in her mind, and it was not until a week later that the hallucinations were safely expelled.

On the day of the start of the new semester, Blue Pupil walked to school with difficulty, he was really afraid to face the snoring sound again, and the thought of the snoring sound made him goosebumps all over his body. However, when he reluctantly walked into the classroom, he saw his desk, alone by the window in the back row. It turned out that the snoring boy was not good at the high school in China, so they paid for him to study in the United States.

As soon as he sat down, Lan Tong heard the voices of shouting and talking, and his words were full of envy. He shook his head helplessly, and suddenly thought of the one drawn in the temple on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

His afterglow swept to the front row, and Wang Huijia's position was empty.

He never wanted to have anything to do with her again. However, when he stared out of the window again, he realized that some things, some people, could not be avoided in the end.