hometown

"Everyone understands that the hometown in their hearts is ideal, and there are no real emotional people, but they are forced by the environment"

"I'm just curious where you're from. ”

A man in a suit with a golden wheat beard holding coffee and gold-rimmed glasses propped up on the bus railing and asked for peace.

In fact, the fog in the morning is not small, and the body is sticky, and the man's briefcase is condensed with dew that can reflect the figure of peace.

"Ideal Dragon. ”

Ping An didn't look at the man, but stood straight on the edge of the railing holding the Tang knife in his hand.

"Ideal Dragon? Oh haha, don't laugh, how could such a kind and cowardly country come out of such a swordsman like you?"

After an exaggerated laugh, the still stocky man took a sip of coffee.

"Woohoo, this Niel's coffee is just a thing that people never get tired of drinking. ”

The man raised his hand to look at the cup in his hand, and the residual temperature was still a little hot, which caused him to not be able to drink the coffee that was not delicious in one gulp.

It's just that..

"Look at this, young man. . . Is this a drop of blood?"

Ping An raised the corner of his left mouth, turned his head slightly and looked closer to the red dot on the coffee cup.

"Probably not, I can't smell blood. ”

bite

The Tang knife intersected with the short-handled axe, and the trembling of the soul made the first sound of the wind chime.

Ping An jumped back into the distance and shook off the Tang knife in his hand, while the golden-bearded man scattered the four floating papers.

"Actually, I'm curious about what your weapon is, the cuffs are not worn, the trouser legs are not flawed, and even the briefcase smells of paper. ”

"Haha, it's just a hobby, I've been retired for more than ten years, but your bounty is too high, so high that even I, a dying person, are moved. ”

"Talking is a science, so I don't talk much, I'm not smart, I can only try to learn this simple muscle memory, but even so, you are indeed dying. ”

"Haha, maybe"

The golden-bearded man raised his eyebrows and handed over an axe.

The paper behind him fanned out to follow the man by this instantaneous outburst.

"Actually, it's blood on the cup. ”

Ping An turned sideways, and the strength of the axe slashed his short sleeves.

The man's eyes were golden, and decades of training and assassination had allowed him to develop an attack system.

Even if his eyes kept widening, the movements in his hands did not stop, and he made an axe.

"You know, you know, Neel is my daughter, how dare you?!"

The golden-bearded man's flowing slashing and picking thorns brought a roar from his mouth.

"Because I'm from the Ideal Dragon. ”

Poof

The Tang knife was not sharp, and when it stabbed into the man's head, it collided with the blood and made the air tremble.

The golden pupils, no longer possessed, were replaced by blood.

Ping'an Yu jumped on the billboard of the breakfast shop on the side of the road, and jumped to the roof of the building with his legs.

Standing on the top of a thirteen-story building, with their backs to the bustling streets, the dead, lifeless people looked up at this young, bloodthirsty, violent beast.

Turning his head sideways with his body on his back and looking at the hell below, his body began to disintegrate into smoke one by one, and dispersed along with the mist that the morning sun was trying to shine on.

Without the first person, it is not known who started the screams, and it is not known who was the first to wipe the golden blood splashed on the face, and the people finally began to panic.

A short story in the language of the book

One

What is really terrible is not the old body that drags down the ideal, but the old heart that opens the cemetery.

Old.

Good morning.

Peace to every acquaintance, in the wet air of the early morning, said early.

Ping An is not like a boy.

It feels like yes to everyone you know.

Like a child, a silent, sullen child with no sideburns.

It's just that children are a little weird.

More of a feeling like, old, boring, monotonous soul.

An old man, a terminally ill, a scarred, an old man who is speechless but passionate about conflict.

Peace speaks only to certain people what he has earned in exchange for this dim, drowsy night.

Not everyone likes to listen to it, and not everyone wants to listen to it.

It's like an old man who will have vicissitudes in every corner of his eye.

Peace expresses his gratitude to those who are willing to listen to his words.

Sigh.

Ping An once again did what he did every moment, every night, when he woke up, sighing.

More sore-eyed, safe and clear, can only be placed on his pet cat.

At least its fur is tear-sucking.

He fell asleep again.

To this awakening sky, see the sun shining through the clouds and her leafy foliage.

Like an old man, he said goodnight in a childish tone.

Good night, every eye.

2

The virtual fantasy generated through the screen is combined with everything you expect, so it becomes expected.

Netizens

Ping An met a girl.

online.

The girls are very cute and free-spirited, at least the virtual imagination is very beautiful.

"Remarks Ningyao"

"Peace"

The first chat was just a few words, at least it was an acquaintance.

Hey, this girl has a thumbs up for me, it's kind of interesting.

I don't know, at least every time I see this girl like it, Ping An will think so.

Chatting again, I was attracted by the short hair of a girl.

It's very handsome, this short hair is really handsome compared to the previous photos.

There's nothing to say.,Simple praise and coping sentences are played out of the screen in sets.,Through the Internet,Let her see her own sentences whether it's true or not.,On the Internet.,Click on your fingers as much as you want.。

Not to mention, the screenstay I just changed is really good-looking.

Ping An pinched the cigarette in his hand and thought to himself.

Screensavers are girls.

Shall we meet?

Okay.

It's been ten minutes, why hasn't it come yet?

The call didn't go through, and the message didn't pop up again.

You may have seen me, but I should have been disappointed.

Look, the reality is always like this.. Reality?

Ping An lit the last cigarette in the cigarette case.

syllable

The cigarette case did not arc out as expected and fell into the trash.

Ping An really didn't have the heart to pick it up again.

Take a look or go, right?

Why don't you take two more steps?

What the?

Throw the cigarette case in the trash, just like you told me, spit out the bad mood and the cigarette.

So?

So she should be Ning Yao, it's good.

Ping An picked up his phone and deleted Ning Yao.

Hello, my name is Ping'an.

3

I remember my former girlfriend telling me on a rainy day that if she could not be bound by this world, she would love to be a disabled person, she could only see gray and not hear sounds, and it was a wonderful thing to stand at a rainy crossroads and be able to watch everyone's boring surprises in a hurry.

Rain

Ping An sat on the bench and watched the station full of people.

Both men and women are afraid of raindrops that are purer than themselves.

Sheltering from the rain, something everyone is doing.

Ping An thinks that if it doesn't get wet and doesn't get sick, everyone should like to be rained and enjoy even a second of coolness and washing.

Ping An wants to go home, and there is an umbrella for a while.

I didn't open it, so I walked back, and finally decided to do it, and I took my first step in the rain.

Smack, the first drop of rain fell gently on the tip of the pen.

Then a lot of unfriendly rain all fell on Ping An alone, not very comfortable but there was a feeling that Ping An liked.

Ping An saw a girl.

Also holding an umbrella, but drenched in rain, walked towards the crossroads.

It's all gray on a rainy day.

But she really has color, at least.

Peace looks like she is any color.

Like red, I think it's pink, and it's like the color of the sun.

Ping An was a little surprised.

After all, he never knew that there were other colors in the original world than gray.