This person is beautiful.

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Delicate and elegant facial features,

Soft and light white clothes,

Waist-length hair,

Slender and slender figure,

Along the snow-white neck,

Revealing the soul-seducing collarbone,

Neon reflected in the wet eyes,

The docility of a deer in the woods.

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He's a man.

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Part.X

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Heavy black clouds shrouded the city, and there was no trace of dawn, and the sky was gloomy as if it was about to fall, except for a few lightning bolts from time to time, illuminating the gloomy city for a little afterglow.

In the empty city, the cold wind swept up the newspapers on the street and carried them into the air, making a loud and shaking sound.

Li Mu stood on the roof of the abandoned building, raised his head and looked at the sky, deep in his dark pupils, surging with grief.

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, illuminating his face, and the howling wind blew up his wide, soft white clothes.

He slowly closed his eyes, let the raindrops fall on his body little by little, the wind and rain were raging, the winding thunder python roared in the sky, cruelty and beauty intertwined into an eternal picture.

Darkness consumes everything.

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He is not like this, from the beginning, he was a man, without a peerless face, without long hair splashed with ink and sorrow.

In the beginning, he was an ordinary person.

Always drowned in the bustling crowd, lost his direction, and gradually lost himself.

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The end

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November 28, 2016, cloudy, 8/13 degrees, PM2.5 52, good air.

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My roommates have all moved out, and I'm alone in the dormitory.

I'm a senior this year, I'm about to graduate, and I don't know where I'm going.

I think I'm lonely.

I'm going crazy.

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December 1, 2016, cloudy, 6/11 degrees, PM2.5 82, good air.

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I bought a stereo, stereo surround sound, and I loved it.

I found a great song and I loved it.

Quasimodo's Gift

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December 15, 2016, cloudy, 4/9 degrees, PM2.5 112, light air pollution.

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There is a beast in everyone's heart.

In everyone's heart, there is a beast.

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January 1, 2017, cloudy, 2/7 degrees, PM2.5 152, moderate air pollution.

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Boom

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January 15, 2017, cloudy ......#######

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"Quasimodo's Gift", I received it.

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Today was not a good day, the wind was howling, the rain was pouring down, and the sky was obscured by black clouds, as if a huge black hand had grasped this lonely city.

Thunder resounded in the sky, illuminating the dim city, and the vast expanse was white.

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In Dongcheng District, heavy rain washes over the boulder-paved walkways, and the street lamps crackle to give off the last sparks.

This old abandoned building is crooked.

crashed into the unfinished building of the next road and fell to the ground with reinforced concrete.

Dog's breakfast.

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The boy was impaled on a broken street lamp.

He was laughing.

The rain knocked the mud marks off his face and took away his blood.

Thunder roared.

It was a miserable white face, delicate, graceful, not handsome, but very heartwarming.

The boy tried to keep his eyes open and looked at the sky in the rain, and in his wet eyes, he simply looked at this scene that shocked the heavens and the earth.

A boy, a street lamp, a building.

The light of heaven squeezed through the clouds and fell on this messy scene, like a holy ladder to heaven.

He should be remebered.

He should be remembered.

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No one will know why he's here,

No one will know why he is laughing.

The sound of roommates scolding and scolding came in my ears again.

I can't hear anymore.

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In fact, at first, my parents planned to give me a name, called Li Yi, but later my irascible father knew that "凩" was a Japanese kanji, so he changed it to Mu.

I wanted to stay away from the cold wind, but in the end I stayed away from ..... Admire.

My mother was so sick that I couldn't take care of her, and my father was gone and never came back.

I'm sad, I don't like that.

It was like it was torn, and I didn't know where to go.

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Li Mu woke up, and the doctor said that if he didn't die, he would have a blessing.

Li Mu knew that he was dead a long time ago, and never forgot it.

Blessed is he.

got an extraordinary ability,

For the first time, he knew that the world was so magical,

He turned into a monster.

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The hair is growing wildly day by day, and the contours are softening day by day, as if the Creator has given all his love to the boy in front of him, like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world, and the beauty is incomprehensible.

He hated it, and the people around him seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, like a transparent invisible wall between him and the world.

He retrieved his stereo, and the white room was empty.

The lilies swayed gently, and he opened the curtains, opened the window, and sat down.

His favorite song, "Quasimodo's Gift," rang out of the room, and he was hunched out of the window, looking up at the eternal sky.

The weather has taken a turn for the worse again.