(2) After the autumn, the undead, the iris sacrifice

The evil and bleak sunset, like blood sprinkled to every corner of the sky, the screaming strange birds called for the coming of death, the silent air solidified in the quiet smoke of gunpowder, and the happiness that was left behind, the trust that was once left, and the qiē that was left was all eclipsed under greed and hope.

The scorched dirt, strangely shaped dead trees dotted the sides of the path, the air boiling hot, and the distorted lights of the tall buildings in the distance unleashed evil.

The chairman of a well-known company dragged his fat body and ran, drops of blood flowing from the wounds on his arms attracting the grim reaper behind him.

I followed him with a maniac, laughing maniacally, my short sword in my hand sending out a miserable message of death.

Although the career of a killer is not suitable for a high school student, it is the best way to make money for me who is forced to live.

As the target drew closer, I raised my killing tools and insensibly waited for the judgment of death.

After the cold light of the blade, there was a return to silence, leaving me alone in the uninhabited alley for a long silence.

I always hover between life and death, looking at the end of the sunset, whether it is the full moon and the brilliance; I always timidly talk to death, to see if the end of the full moon is the twinkle of the stars; I'm always obsessed with playing the killing game, to see if the end of the stars is completely dark.

I'm just trying my best to achieve the reason to become stronger in my own way......

I just live silently in this world, and no one knows my existence in the tranquillity. Maybe I'll spend most of the day with a nostalgic cD or a comic, maybe I'll watch the traffic on the bus stop until the sun goes down, or maybe I'll curl up on the couch all day and never wake up.

In my life, I only want Ru to dream of a happy life, this is the only dream in my life.

Every time I stared at my own blood-stained hands, I would run to the old abandoned wall of the cāo field behind the school with tears in my eyes and write on it with chalk:

"Ru Meng, I always follow you on the way to school and home, you won't blame me, it's not good for girls to walk alone."

"Ru Meng, I want to give you a bottle of Coke every time I take a break between classes, but I can't bear to disturb you when I see you doing the questions seriously."

"Ru Meng, I wanted to send you an umbrella when it rained that day, but I didn't dare."

"Ru Meng, I really want you to wear my windbreaker and ride my bicycle through that lonely path on a cold and windy morning, but I know it's just an extravagant hope."

Looking at the writing on the wall, I smiled serenely.

In the beautiful high school days, wearing some clean and pure white regular script was the only memory worth remembering in my short life.

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