In Futu, the sun is watching under the trees.

Because the leaves are towering, you can see the sunset directly through the leaves.

Compared to the position he had just inadvertently glimpsed, he walked down a little.

I stared at him.

He began to stand still and no longer move forward.

I thought he would stay and wouldn't let me wrap up the night any longer.

And then every time I blinked, he would sink, and just like that, quietly, one by one, quickly, he was about to walk out of the Futu, the border of leaves.

It's really frustrating to be unable to look at him.

Then I left, and he left, and I turned my head to look at him as I went.

Well, even the last vestige of the crescent-like sun escaped.

The first time I met this girl who was about to represent my youth, there was still a little more than a minute and a second.

In the church where the literary youth prayed on Wednesday.

She's in the third row, the third from the bottom.

I was in the third row, but close to Jesus.

I'm just depressed.

She will kill herself.

Because of the parents' incomprehension and angry scolding, they never believed that this obedient boy who wore glasses, was not tall and thin, and his grades were in the top ten from childhood to college, and he suffered from so-called depression.

Excuses, that's the excuses you don't want to learn.

While I was showing them false tears, my grandmother, my dearest grandmother, said it like a ghost frightened by humanity at Solomon's side.

I didn't like to be at home in this hell, so I fell in love with church.

She glanced at me and walked out of the church.

The second time, she frowned and categorically rejected me.

The third time was in the hospital.

I saw her, and he saw me.

I'm in the depression department and she's in the oncology department.

We sat on the bench downstairs.

He despises my life, and I silence hers.

She was half a year and a month away from death.

Add in today's words, that's one more day.

"Shall we elope?"

“.. What?"

"It's not that I mean the two of us, it's just going, anyway.."

"Let's go on a tour together. ”

Because of depression and anxiety, I often hide in places where no one looks at the stars, even if there are only one or two, but they can really resonate with me, they are all alone.

On that night, the night before I was to go, I suddenly realized that there was still half a year before I came of age, before my youth ended.

Half a year, in a foreign land, on the phone with my parents yelling at my silence, and finally I used the excuse of suicide or this thing I always wanted to accomplish, we reached a compromise, half a year... Stray.

Tibet, Xinjiang, Hunan, Hainan, Magic City, Hong Kong, Beijing.

Arrive at a place, spend a day playing, spend a day looking for a job, then rent a house, and when we have earned enough money for the next stop, we will leave.

The time left for each other is work, and the night is the background to our acquaintance with the city.

If we happen to rest together, then we plan the location in advance, plan the money, and plan what we will do together.

It's like a couple.

We do it under the Potala Palace, love.

and linger behind Salemyah.

Kiss and intertwine love after the Forbidden City.

The heartless laughter of the two people in the night market will definitely make us more pious under the temple the next day, and I will definitely leave the sweetest sip of milk tea for her to drink together.

I really love her.

I'll take advantage of her absence and go to the bar.

Fight.

This is the beginning of every plan.

To attract attention is to be different.

I fight with myself, then I attract other people, and then I attract more people who have been corrupted by their ideals.

If Xu Wenqiang is a wave of Shanghai.

Then I must be the godfather of cigar drinkers.

Every member of the organization that I've brainwashed has gone mad.

Or rather, the anger that had been buried in my heart exploded here, ignited by my stupid plan.

How stupid and pitiful.

Devout believers, voluntarily come into my salem.

Just to explode into this lifetime of silence, compromise and stupidity at a price.

We returned to our hometown, our original city.

There is one month left.

I'm crazy about organizing every believer.

I printed 50,000 of our photographs.

I love cologne perfumes.

But I'm going to use Taobao's inferior ten-yuan perfume with a drastic blend of spices.

to craft explosives.

A small amount of perfume with low-quality compounds such as formaldehyde is the most fragrant when sprayed in the air.

With glycerin extracted from human fat, a little hydrochloric acid, and palm-sized lead hydroxide, all sorts of miscellaneous items can be made into explosives.

It's powerful, mainly because it's heavy.

There are all kinds of believers.

Or the roadside owner who cooks for you, or the person who cleans for you, or the young man who eats at the counter and waits for death.

They are all my believers.

Willing to be redeemed by this world for me.

They planted explosives in the building.

Every edifice that shelters Salem.

I sat at the top of this abandoned building.

Waiting for her.

Six minutes to go.

This abandoned building is preceded by one of the city's most prosperous buildings.

Right on it.

Here she comes.

Panting and frowning, she was in pain every moment because she didn't want to be treated, and the sweat she shed was no saltier than my tears.

"Listen, I know this could be the last time I'm in my life, my feelings and your gaze. I know you love Assassin's Creed, and I listen carefully to the bedtime stories you tell me, even if it's the boring Renaissance, I know you're really tired of the world, you want Pangne, you need to be really alive. I have nothing to give you, we never really talk about feelings. I may understand that you don't like me, but I do, so you'll end up with an imperfect habit. ”

Tying up her hair and wiping the sweat from her face, I kissed her forehead.

There are five seconds left.

"I love you, I really love you. ”

"I love you too"

The roar of detonating explosives pried open the noisy silence of the city.

The building is collapsing, and the fire caused by the explosives illuminates the night left behind by the sun's escape.

Like the fireworks of the Spring Festival, it is more dazzling than the stars.

I kissed her and embraced her in the midst of a thousand sparks.

Good night, my lady.