XIII. It is a dream, it is true, 8
"Why?"
The little Yin Ling asked in confusion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
"Why should we be apathetic?
Why be numb? ”
"Selfish, selfish."
He replied repeatedly.
But he looked at her and suddenly laughed,
He laughed weirdly: "People have to be selfish.
It's a must. ”
Puzzled, she asked:
"Why?"
She asked genuinely puzzled,
Genuinely distressed and confused asked.
She didn't understand anything.
She didn't understand his laughter even more.
Why is he laughing?
"And why are you?"
Suddenly, he asked her:
"What are you living for?
Isn't it for yourself? ”
"Well......
For yourself? ”
The Soul was puzzled and distressed.
"Is it for yourself......
Isn't it good? ”
"Just for yourself?
Disappointed then asked.
"Just?"
The spirit was still stunned.
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Come to the river.
He suddenly said, "Yin Ling,
Jump. ”
"Jump?"
Yin Ling asked, confused.
"Tell me to jump into the river?
I can't swim! ”
He shouted commandingly:
"Jump!"
As he spoke,
He also tried to push her.
I want to push her into the river.
He roared in a rage:
"Jump!"
The minstrel cried out in fear:
"I ...... I'm afraid!
I'm so scared! ”
She looked at the vanity in great panic,
She was very incomprehensible: "Failed,
I can't swim!
I'm afraid......
I'm afraid.
Sure enough, I jumped off.
Dead?
Did I drown? ”
He laughed out loud:
"It's gone."
He smiled hideously:
"If you're dead, you're dead."
- That smile that is indifferent to the understatement,
In whose eyes,
How ruthless it seems.