In winter, the town often snows, and the snow falls, decorating the world in pure white. The young Feng Ji was running in the snow, and his mood was like snow, the color was simple and carefree.

His pace slowed until he stopped. A different color suddenly appeared in the snow white in front of him, and in the midst of a group of children, a girl was smiling. Feng Ji was stunned by this smile and looked at it intently. I can't think of this bright, sly opening.

"The snow looks white, but it's actually dirty! It's dirty! ”

The smile on Feng Ji's face froze, and he looked at the girl suspiciously. Feng Ji likes snow days very much, likes snow, likes to build snowmen, likes pure feelings, and likes beautiful and clean girls. But the girl in front of him puzzled him why his delicate and clean face said such strange things.

The snow fell silently, and Feng Ji was wrapped in a world full of dreams. The snow fell on the palm of his hand, melting away the sweet dreams he had been having. The girl and her little friend in front of her had already run away without a trace, and Feng Ji was the only one left on the snow. He looked at the falling snow in a daze, stunned for a long time, and finally raised his head.

He looked at the snow in the sky, and suddenly felt a strange feeling, he suddenly felt that the snow was dirty, and the white color might really not be as pure as other colors. Feng Ji sighed and hurried to the next intersection.

The snow looks white!

It's actually dirty!

The girl's words kept echoing in Feng Ji's ears, and he couldn't have imagined that this seemingly unintentional sentence was the beginning of all nightmares.

Some things seem to happen inadvertently, but in fact they have already entered your subconscious, your heart, your dreams.

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