Lin Jingdu said: "Recently, I haven't been in a very good mood, and it's better to listen less to such tragic things as murder, which will add to the depression in my heart." ”

Nietzsche's ghost said, "Tomorrow this time, I will come here and wait for you." I want you to listen to my murder story, no, my friend's murder story. People all over the world, I just want to relay it to you. ”

Lin Jingdu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why do you just want to relay it to me?" ”

"You are as charming and lovely as a deer in the mountains, and I want to win your heart with a wonderful story." Nietzsche's ghost said, and looked straight at her.

"You're weird! - How can you think of winning my heart with a murder story! Lin Jingdu flashed his eyes and said.

"Do you want to use flowers? That's corny! Nietzsche's ghost confidently said, "My friend's story will transport you to another world." ”

Lin Jingdu got up and walked a few steps forward, and said, "If I change my mind tomorrow, I will come here to find you at this time." ”

Nietzsche's ghost reverently said: "- I hope to see you again in this unpolluted mountain forest!" ”

"I don't think we'll see each other again!" After Lin Jingdu finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"I have a hunch that we'll meet again tomorrow." Nietzsche's ghost said to her back.

Lin Jingdu trotted up and did not answer his words.

Lin Jingdu is like a newly blooming apple blossom, new and charming. The long black flowing hair resembles the tail of a mermaid, which is reverie. He also had a pair of big black eyes with sparkling eyes. The long figure resembles a fairy described in a fairy tale, which is fascinating. Thinking of this, Nietzsche's gloom could not help but stir his mood, and a gentle flame burned under his skin. He leaned lazily against the hazelnut tree, endlessly thinking about what was wrong.

Lin Jingdu rushed home, sweating profusely, resting for a while, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

She didn't like hot water, and the cold water in the shower hit her tender skin, washing away the tiredness and dirt, leaving only comfort.

She turned off the water and rubbed the fragrant shower gel on her body, the white foam made her body loom, like an orchid, white and flawless.

She lost her mind for a moment and turned on the faucet again.

She stood motionless under the curtain of water, her eyes closed, intoxicated by her ethereal thoughts...... For a long time, for a long time, she didn't move.

It turned out that her mind was full of the shadow of Nietzsche's ghost - forgetting where she was.

Nietzsche's ghost is a beautiful young man with bright eyes, a sincere expression, a radiant complexion, and a youthful vigour. His looks alone were so attractive that her whole person, her whole soul, and her thoughts were all devoured by him.

At this time, all kinds of subtleties of love and all kinds of presumptuous desires rose from the depths of her heart. She knew that she had a crush on the ghost of the foreign lad, Nietzsche. He has a beautiful body and perfect appearance, and they meet by chance in such a beautiful mountain field, which has a fairy tale color.

She admits that Nietzsche's ghost is like a one-of-a-kind prince that people worship. She wished she was the fairy in his mind, yes, she should. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used the murder story to entice her to meet him tomorrow. If we meet tomorrow, we will have the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and we may meet him for the rest of my life.

She had a hunch that something would definitely happen when they met again.

Suddenly, the sensual shame that had been lurking in her soul—an ancient bodily fear—burned like fire, and consumed all the other troubles of her heart, leaving only the ghostly beauty of Nietzsche.

Beauty is a form of genius and is actually genius, because beauty does not need any explanation. She hopes to use the beauty that fell from the sky to heal her spiritual wounds. She believes that beauty is still a good medicine, at least for now, Nietzsche's ghostly smile has melted the depression in her heart!

Suddenly, she felt a little cold, and had to turn off the water, dry herself with a bath towel, put on her bathrobe, and went out of the bathroom.

The bathrobe is pink, which makes her fair skin extra touching. She has always paid attention to her dress, whether it is when she goes out or the clothing of furniture, she is classy and has a very good taste.

She stood in front of the dressing mirror, made a gesture of appreciation, stared at her own appearance in the mirror, and was quite satisfied...... The skin on the face is pale and blemish-free. The eyes, nose and mouth are sexy. She simply took off her bathrobe and turned around to look at her carcass. Heaven has treated her very favorably - and she should also thank God for giving her a charming body and outstanding looks.

A painter once offered her a high price to be his mannequin, but she refused. The reason was that there was no point in doing so, and she did not get any benefit herself, and although the painter offered a good price, she did not want money.

What does she want?

She certainly knew what she wanted. She was a near-perfect woman – a masterpiece of the Divine. Therefore, she hopes that this masterpiece will be like a piano, able to play a beautiful sound of love.

Wonderful love - what a ridiculous extravagance. She loved Ma Zhuo so much that she dedicated her body and mind to him, but he still left quietly, and it was for other women. Thinking of this, her face suddenly became gloomy, and she put on her bathrobe and went to the living room.

She sat crooked on the long couch and wondered, how to spend the day? She came here to relax, to find peaceful happiness, not to let the sadness of the past affect her mood.

At this time, the phone rang.

Wu Zao sent a text message to apologize to her, saying that he shouldn't have offended her that night, and said a lot of nonsense in Lin Jingdu's opinion. Lin Jingdu did not respond to him. Wu Zao is someone she doesn't want to socialize with in her life, so she is afraid to say a word to him.

She frowned, and as soon as she put down her phone, her mom called, asking for an assurance from her. Lin Jingdu vowed to promise her that she would face life again after a month of rest. Her mother hesitated for a moment and said something that Lin Jingdu was incomprehensible. Her mother said she was a little tired, a little unbearable. Lin Jingdu thought that her mother was too tired to live alone and needed to find a companion. She advised his mother to find a man she didn't think she could afford to live with. Her mother thought it was something her daughter shouldn't care about, so she hung up.

As soon as Lin Jingdu put down her mobile phone and was thinking about how to spend the next month, her best friend Chen Youzi called again, asking her to accompany her to the hospital, and at the same time, she also wanted to talk to her.

At this time, she was flustered in her heart, and she didn't want to talk to anyone, but listening to her best friend's tone, it seemed that she was in trouble, so she still endured it and talked to her about the topic.