When I got back to the dormitory, the bunnies were about to get rid of their nests. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info One by one, they were busy, like they had just come back from Vietnam.

Ma Xiaosong said goodbye and disappeared, not knowing what the kid was thinking.

But!! What's going on??

"Bird, you say." I pointed to my white sheets and my red pillow. It's infuriating.

"Hey, no, it's nothing." The bird scratches its head and wants to save the sheet.

"Huh?!" I glared at the guy. Thrown in front of the fat man who was sitting outside.

"Fatty, you say, what's going on."

The fat man squinted, shook his head, and ignored the little yellow bird's wide eyes: "Oh, Chu Chu's father suddenly broke in, looked for his daughter, hugged a corpse next door and cried to death, led a few things to run in, we went to fight zombies, and then his father entered the dormitory and found his slippery daughter, crying and laughing, and then he was bitten, Chu Chu woke up, but it seemed useless......"

"There's blood on it!!" I'm angry. Pointing to the sheets. "This white! It's like a tofu flower, you say! ”

"This, this ....." He looked like he had just grown his eyes, looking at the little yellow bird behind him.

"I killed a zombie by mistake, then wrapped it in your sheets, and cleaned up the next door a bit." The Boss came out of the bathroom and heard us talking.

I raised my eyebrows, the boss has spoken, what else can I do, it's a big deal to sleep with the birds tonight. This must have a lot to do with birds, and this little thing likes to run up and down the most.

But forget it, it's a person who plans to continue living, so is it necessary to be demanding? It's not interesting to insist on her apologizing, it's just a bit of my obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I don't like to be turned over.

I smiled at the bird and said, "I'm going to sleep with my phoenix tonight." ”

The little yellow bird nodded like a woodpecker.

But then I regretted that I shouldn't have slept with the birds.

That night, I had a fever and a burst of stomach cramps. I thought it was my eldest aunt who came, but when I was so helpless, there was still a great aunt to accompany me, and I didn't know if I should laugh out loud.

I can only feel my body twitching and shaking, but there is no way to wake up. Is it really because I was too big that I was also infected? I don't know if the first thing I did when I woke up was to eat the little yellow bird that slept next to me like a pig.

There is also a vaccine.

I kept shouting in my heart, wanting to get my hands on it, wanting to let this feeling of burning all over my body go away. But it was like being put in the oven, and the burning back seemed to be burned, cutting off all nerve connections.

Starting from the hand, the twitch seemed to be choked, and I couldn't feel if it was still there.

The brain was a mess of mush, which was violently stirred up by a stick.

No, you can't be controlled, don't live like a walking flesh when you die, absolutely, don't live like a beast. Death also requires dignity as a human being.

This is the bottom line of life.

I've tried to kill all the things that are wandering around my limbs. More and more irritable, more and more unable to hold their breath.

Suddenly, the temperature seemed to drop below freezing. All the senses are gone, and it's a land of ice and snow.

When I exhale, I feel like thousands of knives are scraping in my lungs. The heart was as cold as if it had never beaten. The intestines in the stomach were knotted and frozen into sections.

Even angry emotions can't be born, it turns out that such uselessness, incompetence, powerlessness.

A little thing can make you completely lose the courage to live. If you think it's better to die than to die, you're really losing.

I just want to consume, I want to know the end, I want to see the end of humanity. I want to eat ice cream, I want to shabu mutton, I want to fall in love. I want to do everything I haven't done in my life. I still have many, many unfinished dreams, and I still have a world to go.

However, the world I felt was all black, and it was really sad, sad. No one could hear my heart-rending cry. No one wants to give a little more care to someone who doesn't matter, has no value.

My brilliant dreams are not visible to anyone.

It's like darkness in front of you.

I really want to separate myself and love myself.

It's like something has been sucked out of my heart. It is like a sharp blade in the chest pulling out of a wound, with a painful pain and hope for life.

A little bit of light, me and my last stubbornness, holding hands and refusing to let go.

I'm going to see what that is. Little by little, the light came in. Gathered into a human form, one of my shapes, one of my faces.

I couldn't help but cry.

The light spread out and turned into another person, she was wearing a snow-white dress, and I seemed to get up from the bed where I was lying, and I ran to her.

Worry-free, is worry-free.

She looked at me and cried, and she actually laughed, and I smashed it with a punch, but the point of light seemed to shatter and turned into a butterfly. Flew overhead, circling.

I just wanted to say hi to you.

I just want to, tell you, I miss you so much, you conscienceless.

But, I see, it's all me.

I am my own God, where I live. Butterflies flutter their wings and shed flakes of light.

The light powder gathered again, and it was worry-free. I hugged her gently, we were best friends and will ever be. Although, I don't know where she went. I don't know how she's doing.

She has been in my heart for as long as I wished, never leaving, even when death separated us.

The numbness in the chest hit in waves, and thousands of thin needles were like flashing thunder and lightning.

That's right! Thunder!

I gritted my teeth and stomped my feet, and I knew what it felt like to tear something off the wall. The world is like a shell to me. I could see that it was also trying its best to drill in, desperately drilling, but it was blocked by a membrane, and it couldn't get in.

I looked at the butterflies hovering in the sky and wanted a knife.

The butterfly seemed to hear my thoughts and turned into a sharp knife. I didn't hesitate to slash at the sturdy shell.

"Ahh

It hurts like it's pierced into the soul. I can't wait to throw myself into the arms of the god of the underworld at once.

Because, I can't bear it, so I can't break it. It's all illusions, illusions, illusions. There was a person who was talking in his head, repeating a sentence over and over again.

Did I simulate the pain as well?

Yes.

I had the heart to cut it open no matter how much it hurt, so it would hurt as much as I expected.

I was holding the dogleg knife, and my hands were shaky.

The dogleg knife turned into a key, and I inserted it into the case and twisted it open.

The illusions are all gone.

The raging golden sea completely submerged me.