For the first time and for the last time, what does that really mean?

It is a way to say goodbye, and at the same time to recognize oneself.

Recognize that there is more than despair and light in your life, but it is always too late.

I regret this kind of pain, and I have always been able to distinguish between race and friend.

And we've always been in the middle of it.

……

The kitten is gone.

It only took a night of fainting time to open my eyes and collapse like smoke.

I can't afford to enjoy the luck after the catastrophe and the comfort of the stars holding the moon, and my body is half heavy and half light, and I can't be average.

I know that the light side loses something.

Something important, no other meaning.

I don't want to think about how bizarre the phenomenon of the kitten disappearing, this disaster is obviously too illogical, but I don't have time to regret it, just like I don't have time to question whether there is anything wrong with fate.

From looking for his mother to looking for his father, and then to looking for a kitten, he still couldn't stop and continued to travel thousands of miles despite having no sense of direction.

You can still see the shining and unreachable star vine kite on the stage, and you still can't see the road idiot vine kite that is crazy through the crowd off the stage.

Seeking, waiting, it is it that gives itself hope again, but it also makes itself a prisoner of melancholy and loneliness again.

I've always been a loyal and dedicated character, but at the end of the day, it's funny to see that I'm still miserable and lost, and I'd rather never be deceived again, and just want to expel everything.

****

I found myself very cowardly. Regardless of the mind or body, I can do whatever training I can strengthen myself.

The thugs who were the first to find the arrogance of that night, did not rely on the so-called power of official justice of the police, and did not look for any helpers at the same time, but broke them one by one, not because of their pride but because they blamed themselves too much--the powerlessness of that night.

No matter how bad my life is, I shouldn't let it suffer, right?

Walking through the dirtiest place I have ever seen in my life - a dirty, greasy and abandoned repair shop, dragging the gangsters who have been beaten to the point of losing consciousness like a corpse to the cheap KTV private room next to it, the colorful light above my head is only two alternate blooms, the whole room is like a black hole that has lost its shelter after being ridiculed and rejected, I don't look around the whole picture, and tie the man to the chair with a heavy hemp rope. Wrap around a few times, and finally tie a dead knot behind you.

He glanced down at his hands, which had never touched anything rough and ugly. The knuckles were slightly red, with signs of wear and tear that had only been suffered a second ago, and there was a slight tingling between the skin and textures, and this dry discomfort was really interesting, and it was a game of being locked up in the piano room

Practicing the piano is a feeling.

I chose a few of my own music. I don't think there's a song that is more suitable than the tune I wrote to praise the world of the Grey Living.

Turn on the sound to the maximum. Unaware.

Reach for an unopened bottle of wine. It was too expensive to be haute, opened and poured into the face of the thug tied to the chair, and watched him wake up with a stumbling scorn of contempt.

He looked at me in horror. Symbolically struggled a few times and then gave up.

I sneered in my heart, did I find that I couldn't call for help even if I shouted at a broken voice?

If you are so timid, why was you so rampant that night?

It's just that because there are many people, they blur their own true confidence.

Humans are still weak creatures that only rely on others.

Weak enough to deserve sympathy, I just fed him a sip of wine and asked, "What did you do with it?" ”

"Who?"

"Kitten."

"It fell next to you when we left."

"And then?"

"And then we ran away and did nothing!"

Didn't do anything?

I looked at him with emotionless eyes until he lowered his head.

I walked up to him slowly, grabbed his head and leaned back, picked up the bottle and poured it in.

The rest of the time is endless torment, alternating with his own singing voice on one side to another.

This moment was repeated for a while, until all the thugs involved at that time were executed, but there was still no news of the child's whereabouts.

I slumped on my legs and leaned back on the old couch, my eyes reflecting the light of the inferior screen, the degraded colors and the sizzling sound quality, but I was still impeccable but I was so depressed that I suddenly felt that I might never find it again.

I had lost count of the first bottles, and when I poured the wine into my esophagus, it reached my stomach pouch with an inexplicable stench that seemed to be an illusion, and once my throat agitated, my body sank with my thoughts.

I staggered to my feet, staggered a few steps, and then, like a whirlwind, kicked over the coffee table with its legs peeled, and the bottle shattered to the ground, and the shoes for this bar were enough to be bought and stepped on the glass scraps, and I held my head and screamed—and at this moment I prayed to Heaven that I would trust you, just let it come back.

- You're mine.

He once announced this to the world, but he failed to do it.

What right do I have to resent my mother and father, knowing that I am more hateful than them?

I finally dare to admit that you are important to me.

But what to do, I can't find you.

****

After that, his first album "Shen Huang? "Eye Bullying" was cut off by the waist and has not been released until now.

Anyone who has heard it once, whether it's a partner who is very familiar with each other at work, or a layman agent who doesn't know much about professional music theory, has been suppressed by the endless and heavy negativity for twenty-four days, so that they privately call it "Twenty-Four Killings" - a song that kills people, and at the same time turns dead people into zombies and slaughters the living.

There is no spoof and teasing, because they all admit that they did have a trance for a second, and in that second, it seems that a careless person will kill and go astray.

No one dared to tell me, only the agent's eldest sister.

"Kite, I think you'd better go out and relax."

I hehe, "Looks like I gave me a good name, 'Shen Huang?' 'Blinding', fooling you all over. ”

She sighed, "Don't be reluctant to listen, kite, said the psychiatrist...... You are sick. ”

I lowered my eyes and was silent for a second, then looked up again and smiled convulsively, "I know, dependency! After taking a few steps with the handheld computer, he opened the corners of his mouth and snorted mockingly, "Look at what it says...... People with dependency disorder must be extremely dependent on something or someone because of something or ingestion of certain chemicals. The cause is usually that the person has done something that impresses the patient, or it is possible that the person has done something that impresses the patient through the medium of the object. At first, it is the same as a normal person, but if you look at it on a deeper level, you can observe that the patient is extremely dependent on the person or thing, if the person or thing continues to do things that impress the patient, the patient can ignore everything and focus on the person or thing, and in severe cases, it will hurt the person who hinders him. Patients do not know that they are engaged in this behavior, and even vigorously deny it. At present, there is no cure for dependency and reliable drug control, but it must be taken continuously...... Hehe, psychotic! ”

"Kite ......"

I turned my back to her and threw my phone outside the window under the twenty-eighth floor, "It's okay." Turning to smile at her, "I just miss it so much." ”

Should I cry or laugh......

…………

The vine kite, lying on the bed, cried like a child for the first time in a long time.

****

In the bar at the intersection on the other side, feeling that he had been being looked at, Chizi stopped his movements all the time.

"It's really unbearable to look at you like this."

"Let me see if there's no shortage of meat."

"I just can't stand you laughing with that expression." Chizi glanced at him, lowered his head and wiped it a few times, and finally dropped the rag embroidered with cherries and looked at him instead.

"Boss, who the hell is this Mi Zhen?"

"She's not human......," Baberet paused for a long time, cleared her throat and let out a sigh, "but the first animal guest at the Crossroads Bar." ”

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