The moonlight is unpretentious, the street market is empty, and even the noisy hospital during the day is deserted.

Yi Xin had a dream that his sister Il said goodbye to him again. She opened her eyes and found that the bed was empty and the bedding was half-opened. I touched the sheets, it was very cold, indicating that my sister had been up for a long time.

"Il?" She softly called her sister's name: "Are you in the bathroom?" Are you feeling unwell again? Do you want my sister to come to the doctor? ”

Without Yir's answer, there was no other sound in the ward except for Yixin's own voice.

"Il, Il, don't scare my sister."

Yi Xin walked to the bathroom door and pushed the closed door open, the door was empty, but Yi's hospital gown was neatly folded on the sink.

"I'll—" I'm feeling hopeless.

That dream is real.

A piece of paper floated down from the sink and swayed to Yi Xin's feet.

On it, there is only one sentence: "Please sister live well instead of Yier!" ”

Yi Xin staggered back, tears flowed down in an instant, she picked up the note, opened the door to the ward, and ran out.

It turned out that she knew everything.

The original [[ o m fastest hair]-] came, and she wanted to leave this world instead of herself.

But Yir, the world that has lost you is also dark for my sister.

Time, rewind to that night three days ago.

At about twelve o'clock, the gate of the abandoned textile factory was opened from inside. Dong Haozi, who is in his forties, leaned against the door with a cigarette in his mouth. When a light came at him, he looked up and glanced in the direction the light was coming from. A young girl, holding a mobile phone, leans against a shared electric car.

"You're Princess Xiangxiang?" Dong Haozi pinched his cigarette and walked towards the young girl: "I'll go, I'm really a big beauty." ”

"Satisfied?" The young girl picked her eyes.

"Satisfied, satisfied, so satisfied, to be honest, I've been playing with people nearby for so long, and it's the first time I've met it, and this real person is better than the photos. Princess Xiangxiang, as her name suggests. Oh no, you're prettier than those on TV who play Princess Xiangxiang. ”

"You're a lot older than the picture."

"Men in their forties know how to feel sorry for women better." Dong Haozi smiled and held the handle of the shared bicycle: "My avatar is a photo of me when I was young. Although I'm a little older now, you see, I'm okay with this maintenance. Of course, if you regret it, you can leave now. I'm a person who never does anything to force other girls. ”

"Since you're here, let's make do. It's been a long night, and I don't want to go back alone. The girl glanced at Dong Haozi: "Although he is a little older, he looks quite good, and he can barely be regarded as an uncle." Also, what you just said touched me. ”

"That?"

"Men in their forties know how to feel sorry for women better. You're not my boyfriend, and you won't be my husband, this is to be happy, and it's better to find someone who knows how to love me than to find someone who bullies me. ”

"Cleverness, that's the truth." Dong Haozi stood up straight, first rubbing his hands, and then itching to hold the girl's hand. But the girl walked towards the factory by herself.

"This is where you live, huh? It's a lot more tattered than I thought. ”

"I have a house, and it's very well decorated."

"I have a house, but I don't dare to take me to your house, because I am afraid that your wife will see it?"

"I'm a single nobleman, where did I get my wife. This is where I work, let's do one line, not love one. Can't be selfish, no. If you don't think it's appropriate, I'll take you to my house right now. ”

"Forget it, this place is not bad, quiet and quiet, but it is also interesting."

"That's it, it's much better than a residential building, no matter how you toss, you're not afraid of disturbing your neighbors."

"Then uncle, how do you want to toss?" The girl looked back, and there was a bit of charm in her eyes.

"That's mainly up to you how you want to toss you, uncle." Dong Haozi threw a wink: "This age also has the advantage of being old, those things that the young can't do, the uncle will." ”

"Really? Then let's have something fresh tonight. The girl smiled wryly, and stepped through the door.

Ten minutes later, Dong Haozi was chained on his broken iron bed, his mouth was sealed, he couldn't struggle, he couldn't call for help, he could only watch the young girl with a machete approaching him step by step.

Exciting, it's so exciting.

He never dreamed that he, Dong Haozi, would also have such a helpless day.

"This place is really good, no matter what I have to do later, I'm not afraid to disturb my neighbors." The girl stood beside the bed with a machete: "Dong Haozi, are you guilty?" ”

Dong Haozi nodded again and again.

Guilty? He didn't know what sin he was going to know. But the machete in the cold light was in front of him, he was right and wrong.

"It's good to know the guilt, so as not to get to Lord Yama's side, you can't tell why you went." The cold blade slashed across his skin, finally stopping at the joint of his elbow.

"Are you afraid of pain?" The girl asked.

Dong Haozi nodded hurriedly.

"I'm also afraid that you will hurt, because when it hurts, you will move indiscriminately, and even if I hold this knife steadily, it will go wrong." The girl put down the knife, opened the small satchel she was carrying, and took out a needle for injection from it: "You should be familiar with the things here, this is what you worked hard to research with your brothers back then." Uncle, you know what? How much effort it took me to reproduce this thing. Thankfully, I succeeded. Otherwise, you won't have the opportunity to enjoy the fruits of your labor. ”

"Nope! No! Dong Haozi shouted desperately in his heart, but no matter how he struggled, those chains locked him to death.

His eyes widened as he watched as the girl plunged the needle into his artery.

The pain, as if it had grown hands and feet, began to rattle in its own veins, but soon it subsided again. He felt a warmth, and a little angel waving his wings appeared in front of him. The corners of his mouth were gagged slightly, and his heavy eyelids drooped.

It turns out that death is not so terrible either.

The girl looked at Dong Haozi, who had died, and her eyes were soaked with coldness.

She first untied Dong Haozi's chains, then dragged him to the ground, and then dragged him outside the dormitory. The moonlight was faint, she picked up the machete, pinched Dong Haozi's joints, gritted her teeth, and chopped down.

As the girl was doing these things, she did not notice that in the night not far away, there stood an equally young girl in a hospital gown. She stood stunned, not panicked, not surprised, but just watched calmly. Finally, he turned around, and left quietly as he had come.

In the night bar, Il, dressed in charming clothes, walked in front of the bar owner. She raised her glass gently, smiled sweetly at the boss, and said, "Hi, I'm back!" ”

"Il?" The bar owner had a look of surprise in his eyes: "When did you come back?" I heard your sister say that you are going to study in other places, and I thought I would find an opportunity to ask her for your address. ”

"Sister won't give it to you, she doesn't want us to be together." Yir raised his glass and sat down next to the boss: "My sister said that you are older than me, that your feelings for me are not pure, and that the love between us is not at all. I want you to tell me in person, do you love me? ”

"Of course I love you, but Yir, I think your sister is right, there is a lot of age difference between us." The bar owner rubbed his hands: "I admit that I am not a good person. It's a good person, and he can't run this night business. I also admit that when I was younger, I was a bit of a mix, and I always used my feelings to deceive some girls, so that I was still a loner at this age. This person, the thoughts of his youth are different from those of his age. When I was young, I thought that I could change my girlfriend every day and it was a cow, but when I was my age, I realized that it was a real cow to let a woman stay by his side all the time. It's nothing to have hundreds of ex-girlfriends, to have a home, a wife who knows cold and hot, and a wife who opens his mouth to call you dad, even if it's not a smart child. Unfortunately, I realized this too late. ”

"Is it late? You're not in your seventies or eighties. ”

"You're young, you don't understand. When I was young, I was looking for a partner and looking at the feeling. I feel that as long as it is right, it can be thunder and thunder, and I can rush into it regardless of it. After forty, even if you meet someone who feels no more, you can't help but weigh it, compare it, and think about whether this person is interested in you as a person, or these things behind you. Il, do you know why I like you? Because you are simple, because from your eyes I do not see your calculation of me. But it's because you're so good that I can't bear to harm you. You should go to school, go to college, and then find a clean boy and have a clean relationship. Then, the result of falling in love is not so good, and it can be regarded as an important experience in your life. You and I won't feel that way. ”

"But I just want to be with you." Yier said, his beautiful eyes were filled with tears in an instant: "Do you dislike me for being ugly, disgusted with something growing on my neck." You see, my birthmark is gone, and my sister took me to have laser surgery. ”

Ille pulled open his blouse, revealing his snow-white neck. The bar owner looked at it, and his heart moved, and he was so busy that he staggered his eyes.

"You're wrong Il, I never thought there was anything bad about the birthmark on your neck." The bar owner pulled his collar open: "You see, I don't have tattoos on my body too." The birthmark on your neck, in my eyes, is the same as my tattoos, and it's cool. You've always been a pretty girl in my eyes. Emotionally speaking, I like you, I want to possess you, I want you to belong to me forever. From a man's intellectual point of view, the more he likes it, the more he can't bear to destroy it. Il, you go, don't come here again, don't come to me again. ”

"I don't want it!" Ilr reached out and hugged the bar owner, choking up and saying, "Even if you want to leave, you can't just drive me away." Count me begging you, will you stay with me one last time? When it gets daylight, I'll never come back to you. ”