Rui Qi turned and entered the hospital building, and he saw through the glass window on the fifteenth floor that Ma Zhuo had left with the girl.

Rui Qi's mind was not about who Ma Zhuo was secretly getting along with, but her mind was full of Lin Jingdu's shadow. He was worried that she would be heartbroken because of the loss of love.

He entered his grandmother's hospital room with a heavy heart, and after greetings, he went out and made a call to Lin Jingdu, and the other party turned off the phone.

Rui Qi called Ma Zhuolin Jingdu's residence, he was going to find her, and he didn't want her to check out and leave.

On the other day, Lin Jingdu got up early and put on light makeup. Originally, her skin was already perfect without makeup. In the face of the person she fell in love with at first sight, she wished that she was flawless like an angel.

She is still wearing sportswear and white running shoes, which looks fresh and refined.

It was a sunny day, with early-born dandelions blooming like sun, and newly sprouted daisies as white as snow. The path in the neem grove is filled with the sound of Lin Jingdu's light footsteps, rhythmically accompanied by the chirping of birds, which merge into a unique light music.

She was a little tired, and slowed down her pace, admiring the scenery around her with pleasure.

The soft wattle flowers hanging from the leaf clusters resemble a pair of lace. Yellow swallow grass is clustered all over the ground, and the yellow light is shining. Primroses are everywhere. The green hyacinths are like the sea. Creeping plants like carpets cover the woodland, creating a green wave. Forget-me-not, unkempt. Unknown purple buds are competing to bloom, for fear that this spring will be lost, and the next year will have no face to bloom again. In the bushes, birds occasionally flew out, because they were frightened by the footsteps of the incoming people. In short, there are buds everywhere, and life is everywhere.

This place is so beautiful, so peaceful, so fresh, Lin Jing admits from the bottom of her heart that this forest, if you go deep into it, you will have a sense of intoxication of being reborn.

Lin Jingdu unknowingly arrived at the mouth of the gorge. She knew that when she entered that gorge, she would see the ghost of Nietzsche, the person she was excited about.

She couldn't help but stop, straighten her breezy hair, and was thinking about how to greet him when a monotonous low song drifted from not far away and broke into her ear drums. It was a foreign song, I couldn't understand the meaning of the song, but I could hear it as a sad and light tune.

She approached Nietzsche's ghost, who was looking up at the sky, white clouds drifting past the blue sky in panic.

His hair shone like a glass thread. He was immersed in the song, and his face was so radiant, like a flawless wax man.

Lin Jingdu approached him lightly, for fear of alarming him......

Nietzsche's ghost pulled out the hair that covered his eyes, turned his head, and looked at Lin Jingdu with a smile on his face, his blue eyes unblinking, as if to see her through.

Suddenly, he took out a bouquet of white camellia flowers from his back, stood up, handed it to Lin Jingdu reverently, and said, "I firmly believe that you will come, therefore, I have prepared this gift." Freshly picked, fresh, with dew on it. ”

Lin Jingdu happily took the flower, put it in front of her nose and sniffed it, and said happily: "It's fragrant, natural, and refreshing." ”

"The scent of wildflowers is romantic, and you can experience it if you smell it again." Nietzsche's ghost rejoiced. He is fluent in Chinese and does not speak like a foreigner, and his words are always so appropriate.

Lin Jingdu put the tip of her nose on the white camellia and inhaled its aroma. Nietzsche's ghost stared blankly at her, and although he didn't understand her, he clearly felt himself under the shroud of her presence, excited, excited.

Lin Jingdu came back to his senses and found that he was staring at him affectionately, his face instantly turned red, and he whispered shyly: "-I'm here to listen to your story." ”

Nietzsche's ghost said leisurely: "Yesterday I promised to tell you a wonderful story of murder - I will not forget." ”

Lin Jingdu hugged the flower to his chest, sat on the ground, put on the appearance of a loyal listener, and urged: "Let's start!" ”

Nietzsche's ghost sat down next to her, silent, not speaking, but staring ahead, as if to see what was happening in the distance......

"Why don't you speak?" Lin Jingdu said softly, "I'm waiting to hear your story!" ”

Nietzsche's ghost sighed slightly: "At this time, my mind is filled with a figure. It tied my mind and I don't know where to start! ”

"Figures?" Lin Jingdu was surprised, "What figure?" Have you fallen into evil? Mind controlled? "Naughty face.

"Your figure has controlled my mind!" Nietzsche's ghost stared at her and said affectionately, "Maybe...... A kiss that allows me to find the beginning of the story. ”

"You're so weird!" Lin Jingdu joked, "There are frogs in the lake in front of you, if you go and kiss them, you will be enlightened." ”

Nietzsche's ghost was not amused by her joke, but slowly moved his face and chest closer to Lin Jingdu, and the kiss that was slowly suggestive made her feel dizzy, as if something had cracked. In an instant, she was completely in the dark.

He put his arms around Lin Jingdu and kissed her in a trance......

She was held tightly by him, trying to resist, but she had no strength, as if her prey had been put in a cage and could not get out of her confinement.

She was warmed, controlled, and attacked by a sudden burst of love.

His flood of warmth washed away the power of her refusal, and she had to obey like a child...... She craved his hugs, hugs infinitely. For a few seconds, she seemed to fall asleep, forgetting everything in the world.

Gradually, she came to her senses again, and the whole person seemed to have been recreated, conceived again in the magical Z--G, and reborn, everything was so clear and vibrant......

He bowed his head and kissed her rose-petaled lips...... Each other seems to have recovered from death, their faces ruddy and passionate. Therefore, none of them meant to end this stormy kiss at once. They hope that the sea will rot and the vicissitudes of life, and they will fall into it and not return to reality.

Lin Jingdu suddenly said softly: "You are very lonely in China alone, right?" ”

Nietzsche's ghost stopped kissing, first quietly hugged Lin Jingdu, then slowly let go of her, and said melancholy: "Lonely, I have felt lonely since I was a child - although everyone around me loves me." His eyes suddenly became pitiful like a fawn.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Jingdu looked at his uneasy expression and said with a throbbing expression, "-I seem to have said the wrong thing!" ”

"No, no," said Nietzsche's ghost, sitting aside, breathing a sigh of relief, "you have reminded me of how a story should begin!" ”