You don't have to ask why, you don't have to ask about coming and going.

I'm halfway through my life, and I'll never cross the past.

The left hand and the right hand attack and defend each other, even if it is her, she has to re-examine this return.

The moment you return to your homeland, you can breathe in the solemn breath to your heart's content.

The sun is warm and blue.

No matter how much it is irradiated, faith and apathy will not dissipate.

There is no way to tell when the end will come, and you can only face the infinite possibilities approaching step by step.

No fear, no expectation, no opposition, no obedience.

Not of the past.

Not of the future.

Not of eternity.

Because I know that I don't know when I will never be alone again.

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On July 3, 2007, at noon, the sun was blazing.

On the east side, a little further away from the Pentagon, there is a large golf driving range with a second-floor hitting area.

Due to its proximity to the city, the membership price here is not cheap, and there is only a purple girl wearing white sheepskin gloves in the VIP area on the second floor.

Although the pole is used for children, the arm and waist movements are the same as those of professional players.

With the neat and crisp hitting sound, the small white ball continues to draw a beautiful volley arc and accurately land on the yard mark.

In addition to this, father, mother and other relatives sat in the back hall chatting about family life, waiting for someone to arrive.

At noon, it was time for dinner, the coffee table was full of melons and fruits, and lunch was also booked in the hotel opposite, but because the visitors were blocked on the elevated shelf, the living room at this time was full of lazy and slightly uneasy atmosphere.

Twenty minutes later, the parents waited for a steady sound of the flame-out coming from downstairs, but only a boy arrived, and the driver shook his head helplessly.

At the same time, the girl in purple showed a long-awaited smile.

On a green pitch stood a girl holding a number seven iron, wearing leggings and a pink jacket.

Her presence immediately panicked the guests in the strike area on the first floor, and the staff of the court immediately called a halt, and the young volunteers wearing peaked caps immediately ran towards the girl.

Weiyang waved at her sister in a club-wielding pose, and it was hard to imagine that this kind of action used on a baseball field was used here.

"It's finally here."

Xu Huang said softly and took a swing posture.

At the same time, Weiyang carefully sank down, casting her smaller shadow on the summer day.

At this time, three staff members rushed up, less than five meters away from Weiyang.

The moment Weiyang turned his gaze to them, there was a decisive blow.

Weiyang slowly turned his head, his confident smile gradually stiffening.

A second later.

Weiyang, who was hit the forehead, died.

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"Ha, that's what I just looked like when I just returned home, unlucky."

"What does this have to do with heaven? You're not really going to die. Xia Han asked curiously.

"Who knows, the doctors said it was no fun, and the miraculous thing was that I was alive and kicking three days later."

The question of life and death has been a mysterious topic among magicians so far, and various versions of the story of resurrection and immortality are circulating in circles.

But the first time I heard the girl in front of me tell this memory, I always felt a little chill in my back.

There were enough rooms in my aunt's house, but no one dared to move without my aunt's permission, so Xia Han was kicked out of the room.

Now that my aunt has not returned, the three of them who are on vacation are leisurely starting a tea party in the living room.

It was nine o'clock, and Weiyangpan, who had just finished taking a shower and changed into pink pajamas, was sitting on the sofa, and the brother and sister were sitting opposite each other, wrapped in blankets.

[After the birthday, come back from the dead.] 】

Weiyang held the teacup in his hand and replenished.

Is this a prophecy or a curse?

"What do you mean?" Xia Han asked, and Qingyi reasoned thoughtfully.

"It was a long, long time ago when my grandfather gave me a name, and the day he sent me away."

One more sentence.

[Before the day of death, the scales are tilted. 】

Of course, maybe my grandfather scared me into playing, Weiyang sighed.

"Balances, isn't it Libra?" Qingyi followed and added.

Libra? Xia Han frowned thoughtfully, could this really be the case?

His thoughts were interrupted by Weiyang again.

"Who knows? The pronunciation is different, and I didn't say that I died, right, I really hate this kind of scary prophecy, but his father, my great-grandfather, used to be a great magician, so I don't know what he is talking about......"

But that all changed after returning home, after the golf course incident.

All the horrors from childhood are fully awakened.

"After that, I checked all the black nursery rhymes, and I didn't see anything related to the scale."

"Think about it too much, you two are really scary, I sleep on the sofa alone at night, can you consider my feelings?"

"Hey, brother, didn't you just solve the coffin case, I'm even more afraid of whether it's okay or not, unlucky I want to go to the bathroom, Sister Weiyang is here to accompany me."

Qing brushed the blanket open, grabbed Weiyang's arm and dragged her up.

"Wait, tea ......"

Before he could do so, Weiyang's pajamas were stained with a dark stain.

Xia Han stared at her for a moment and was stunned.

The water stains gradually spread, allowing the pajamas to cling to Weiyang's lower abdomen and legs, and slowly becoming transparent.

"It doesn't matter, Sister Weiyang is more Erotic like this, brother, right." Qingyi winked at Xia Han as if he had triumphed.

Grunt and swallowed, his cheeks heated.

"Oh you two, you're going to be shy."

Xia Han glared at Qing Yi hard, but Qing Yi seemed unmoved by his stern gaze, and calmly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Okay, this dress can't be worn, it seems that Sister Weiyang is going to wash it again." ”

Why are you so loud?

"Senior brother, I'll go first, good night......"

"Good Night ......"

Xia Han sighed at Weiyang's back, although he didn't know the situation, he was only sure of one thing in front of him.

This is the moment when the three of us really rely on each other, and unlike the previous scruples under the noses of the guardians, it is worth seriously considering the relationship with Weiyang at this moment.

She is a perfect woman with both movement and quiet, clear mind, dignified appearance, and in general, a perfect woman with extreme sanity, although she will behave strangely in front of me, and I can feel the oppression she conveys more or less.

Pacing to the balcony and enjoying the free air.

Pull me on a mission late at night, escape from the English poems in my ears when I am in the spring, or always have expectant eyes in front of me.

After witnessing the incident of the Song family brothers and sisters, they are even more unable to meet the uncertain future. But when has the future been determined?

As a matter of course, hiding that thoughts from her and sending blessings from afar?

Or with a worldly and balanced mentality, rationally find a virtuous and gentle housekeeper wife?

She fears the second half of each year, the balance that has been buried in her heart for a long time.

The reason why she took this opportunity to speak out about her fear was because she had witnessed the death of someone else, and she had a premonition that her end was near.

She had begun to feel uneasy, to wonder about her childhood dreams, to doubt her past memories.

And.

What is the truth about that bridge, and who exactly died half a year ago?

Or maybe the truth of the past doesn't matter at all.

In the city under the night sky, the boy looked at the starry sky with a heavy heart.

Avoid the future or no future, avoid her or let her go.

Left the unknown homeland, left the unknown future.

Still, you are so real in front of my eyes.

Facing the starry sky, he smiled innocently.

“…… That's right, senior brother......"

"Weiyang?"

Xia Han turned his head and was frozen by the scene in front of him.

“…… There are suitable ...... What clothes am I wearing? Weiyang's eyes flashed with an innocent smile.

A bath towel wraps around the snowy skin.

Illuminated by the stars, her hair was like the depths of the sea.

Standing like a crane, he gently leaned his face over.

Gradually, they gazed at each other, forgetting the passage of time.

Then came the sound of my aunt opening the door.

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At the same time, in the endless barren rice fields on the northern outskirts of the city, next to a tombstone.

Above a circular circle, the white particles of light in the air gradually crystallized into a woman. The nicks of the circle also faded away.

She looked at the corpse of the man beside her, looked at his peaceful remains, and sighed sadly.

Then he picked up a short knife at his feet and looked at the western sky with an indifferent look.

So, let's get revenge.