A pebble fell into the lake. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The water ripples far away,

rippling and gradually flattening away.

Wuxian had told her that he wanted to paint.

He actually has a later story.

She didn't let him continue.

She used something else to fork it off.

What did she say?

She actually can't remember it herself.

But when the surface of the water was shattered by a pebble,

She seemed to remember it again.

She remembered,

But it's not what I want to say,

But...... It's a word of innocence.

Innocent roared angrily, "You like to draw.

You love to draw too!

You're willing to go, too.

Why don't you go?

He...... Or is it because of him? ”

"Immortal ......"

She was stunned.

When you want to reply to something,

only to find that the brain was knotted.

She couldn't say anything.

She just stared blankly......

He leaped into the calm water.

It's a blue pool,

The leaping waves,

The leaping figure,

That scene,

But it reminded her of the figure of the flying dog.

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In the memory...... Screams of pain.

"Ah, don't come here...... Don't come over ......."

She panicked and was at a loss.

And screaming helplessly.

She carried a heavy school bag.

She gasped for air,

Turning to the black-haired dog,

Constantly stomping your feet,

I even thought about throwing stones.

But when she threw a stone,

The dog ran away in fear,

However, the dog followed after him and chased after him.

Bared his teeth at her.

She had no choice but to turn around and run.

She was so scared that she ran,

Keep running.

She always felt that

That figure,

The ferocious figure seemed to be about to catch up.

The wind was blowing in my ears.

The sky was dark blue and black.

She ran helplessly.

Run for help.

But there was no one on that path.

Nothing.

"Woo Woo ......"

The dog behind him,

Constantly barking at her weak dog.

――It seems that he will catch up and bite her at any moment.

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Another stone smashed into the waves.

The pale green water,

There were ripples in circles and circles.

His turn,

The fallen leaves are withering,

His sorrow turned and left silently.

What kind of scenery is it,

What kind of confusion is there,

There will always be a period of time,

So a period of confusion,

So a piece of loss,

Such a negligence,

It's so hard to leave,

It's hard to part with.

But he still left.

Is it the wind?

Is it fallen leaves?

Still is...... He? Failed?

The blue hair blew in the wind.

The supple blue hair,

The shadows that float in the wind,

That supple bangs,

The eyes that can't be seen clearly,

The back that can't be seen through.

This is him, him who is getting farther and farther away from her.