It's not stupid to be in the next.,Here's a warm reminder.,This article is rich in content.,There are many private settings.,OOC is serious.。 Please prepare tissues, the best way to eat is to find a sugar article to wash your eyes before you finish reading a person's short story, otherwise if you read it in one go, it may have a bad impact on you. (Maybe it's a bit of a side of the official plot)

Air Force Chapter: Military Salute

They were engaged, and under the scorching sun, the two held fingers together and embraced each other happily.

The wind ruffled a strand of Marta brown hair, which fluttered in the wind and lingered on her fiancé's body. Her fiancé suddenly raised his hand and gave a standard military salute, which was once a soldier's promise to the country, but now it was only a promise to her, Marta Betafel alone.

"I swear ......"

Marta hears her fiancé say to her---

"I will work with you to fulfill your wish......"

Marta nodded, and in her dark eyes was a gentle ocean, clear and clean, and at this time, her clear eyes reflected not only the young man in front of her, but also the blue sky she longed for.

A paper airplane suddenly rushed out behind them. The paper airplane passed through the two, and it waddled and flew.

They all looked at the paper airplane intently, because what existed on the paper airplane was not only the light of one side, but also the two hearts.

Two hearts with the same desire.

One for longing, one for love

……

After countless efforts, after countless failures...... Marta finally picked up her familiar gun, the flare gun she hated so much.

"Stay here, Marta, and hopefully we'll be able to do it this time...... If it works......"

The fiancé didn't speak, just looked at the blue sky, and Marta was looking at it too.

"All well......" Marta said, clenching her somewhat whining fingers.

The fiancé boarded a rudimentary plane, and after waving his hand at Marta, he flew the plane.

The plane took off slowly, Marta clenched the gun in her hand, a flash of longing flashed in her eyes, and then she seemed to hear her parents again---

"Marta, you should be like those noble ladies...... Instead of studying all day these boys learn things. ”

No, it's not...... She'll prove herself.

She thought to herself, and raised the flare gun in her hand......

"Bang!"

For a moment, the smoke from the red flare gun slowly drifted away.

……

Marta left with a letter and something she cherished and at the same time hated.

"I have a dream that I have pursued for many years without accomplishing it...... And the only one who believed in me, who loved me, disappeared for my dreams. ”

The brown-haired girl smiled lightly, it was the last warm sun in the world.

Red Butterfly Chapter: Prajna

I don't know how long it was, and I don't know when. The young woman lying in the grass finally stared at her eyes weakly, and she watched the beautiful blue butterfly fly past her and stop at her sideburns, and she stretched out with difficulty to touch it, but finally fell back weakly.

"Why......"

The young geisha made a dry sound. Once her voice was as crisp and moving as a yellow bird, but now it is as dry and hoarse as a dying old man.

"Ahhhhh......h

The girl's chaotic black eyes shone with a magnificent color. One of her hands was hanging in the grass, while the other was clutching a hat pin.

"Am I going to die...... But before it fades...... What can I do? ”

"Oh...... That's right......"

She seemed to think of something...... So, she smiled stiffly.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were already blood-red. A red butterfly landed on her hand, gently vibrating its wings.

The young girl sat up and smiled.

"I have died, and now I am alive again."

sighing that the concubine's soul is floating in the air, wandering things from time to time, looking forward to the end of the knot......

A red butterfly, fluttering.

Priests: Messenger of God

Fiona Gilman, the daughter of an isolated patriarch, practiced magic and tantra, and was a true follower of Yog Sothos, the Lord of Time and Space. It was a terrifying, eternal, and repeating dream that even the narration of.

And now, she is here, for the will of God---

In fact, needless to say, she also understands that there was once a person "living" in her body.

This person has caused her a lot of trouble......

Miss Priest held the door in her hand and said to the person at the door, "My lord, you are mistaken, my faith has never been your ......"

Not before, not now, ...... in the future Neither is it.