PS: I went to the writer's section and saw that the writer's news said that there was a book involving plagiarism. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info saw "pursue the corresponding compensation and legal responsibility", and felt quite scary, only to find that there seems to be not many shortcuts to write online articles. It's not easy, either.

"Groan...... You go to sleep. ”

Indifferent blue-haired man,

Gently catch a yellowish leaf blown by the wind.

Falling lightly in the palm of the man's hand,

Falling leaves flutter silently,

The man's voice was deep and self-muttering,

"Spirit...... Disappear ......"

The leaves in the palm of the hand suddenly shattered and turned to ashes,

Smoke, transparency,

Disappear into nothing, turn into air.

Don't look into his eyes at that moment,

His eyes seemed to have lost their pupils,

As if he had lost his eyeballs,

His eyelids were open,

But his eyeballs were gouged out,

It's just dug up and empty.

It was as if it were just a stone stuffed into the eye,

It's as if someone has gouged out his eyeballs.

Stuffed into two stones, the silence of death and the pain of death,

As if, just an illusion,

He blinked his eyelids, and at the moment he blinked,

- Everything has changed again.

The eyeballs, the bones are turning,

It seems to immediately return to a pair of bright eyes,

Suddenly, his eyes dimmed again. Bleak.

It seems to be the eyes of man,

The dull eyes,

It was like a pair of dead man's eyes.

He looked at the girl beside him with blind eyes,

He looked at the fainting girl beside him.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

An indescribable smile without joy surfaced,

But it is a smile of comfort and consolation.

He slowly lifted her, he lifted her as she passed out.

He held her as if she were a baby.

He looked at her as if he were his own child.

The wind blows the leaves,

That in the sun,

The trail of sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves,

Reflected on the body of man, and fell to the earth,

It's all so mottled.

In the mottled shadows,

Behind him, a door opened,

Out of a black shadow,

The front and back of the black are completely black,

Not a person, a shadow,

is a shadow of a duplicate leaf falling into the void,

The shadow is behind him,

The shadow's tone was still so cold: "Take her away." ”

"I can't take her away."

He looked at the sleeping woman in his arms,

Surprisingly softly said, "She'll always wake up." ”

"Her life is in your hands."

The black shadow stated indifferently.