Dressed in casual clothes, I sat back in a chair, gently hugged my knees, and stretched my upper body with just the right amount of force, and a feeling of relief that I had never felt before was only instantaneous. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info lit a cigarette, looked up at the ceiling and puffed pale smoke, watching the smoke like mist and clouds like snow, curling up under the rendering of the scroll, his heart was flying, as if he was holding everything in the world, but he didn't know what to think. The smoke gently touched the ceiling, like foam floating on the surface of the water, slowly spreading, twisting the baby scroll, like a soul struggling silently in hell, slowly spreading and fading along the lines of the ceiling.

The mood before suicide is exactly like this, with all the feelings of the universe that are related or unrelated, important or not, and seem to have nothing in the heart and no attachment.

But I'm not going to kill myself. No one knows the preciousness of life better than me, and no one cherishes life more than I do - to be precise, cherish the time that passes quietly, rather than cherish the moment of 'death'.

I'm smoking a cigarette and doing nothing, what qualifications do I have to say this?

I will answer you like this: If even I am not qualified, then there is absolutely no second person who is qualified.

Arrogance? Because I have capital. Because, arrogance is also a great power of man, isn't it?

Speaking of human power, I have been thinking a lot lately: If a person has experienced all the setbacks, including life and death, and 'enjoys' all the 'emotions' that a person can have, then in the end, what will his performance be?

I'm more inclined to the former. Because I think that he, who has enjoyed all the ups and downs, it is impossible for him to live a life of cutting off seven emotions and six desires.

Or will he see through everything and kill himself?

Hahaha, how can they be, they are the ones who really understand the existence of the truly precious things in the world, suicide, this kind of cowardice, evasion, and hurting themselves to satisfy their final perverted and perverted psychological pleasure and feeling, just like the act of dying due to drug overdose, is the most naïve choice in their eyes.

Most suicides are committed in order to make an indelible impression on those around them with their own deaths, and to escape the pain. The latter is okay to say, as for the former, while listening to their guilt-ridden and miserable life for the rest of their lives, while satisfying their own masochistic psychology, hehe, death is like a joke.

How can I talk about it!

Let's talk about the man.

It's him again.

I heard that the drinking area on this spaceship is very distinctive, different from the taverns in my hometown, this Western-style drinking area has an indescribable charm and temptation for many young people. So that night I walked into the drinking area with a bored mood, ho~ It's really exciting!

It was a kind of chaos that I could not have imagined at first! For a good girl like me, who has lived in order since childhood, this feeling of being able to let go of all restraints at will inexplicably suits me!

To be honest, since that incident, I feel like I've gone further and further down the path of depravity. It was through that incident that I realized how many people exist that do not allow you to fall. Unfortunately, it was already late.

Just as I was looking at the glass wine glass in front of me in a daze, an annoying face suddenly appeared in the crowd.

He also saw me, and smiled wickedly. How could he, who had been gentle before, have such an expression?

He put down the wine glass in his hand, and pointed his hands at me in a special shape, and said something like ChiKeChi and Bang!

"It's a gun. He explained: "A small pistol in my hometown, like this, loaded, fired. ”

It's a big world.

"What's the point?"

"It is said that anyone who is shot by Cupid can fall in love!" he explained with a grin, "It's amazing." ”

"Cupid, is that the name of the gun?"

I saw a fleeting decline in his eyes.

"That's right!"

"I'm sorry. I said subconsciously.

"It doesn't matter. "For the first time, I found out that his emotional intelligence was so high. If he had asked back then, "Why did you apologize?" I don't think I would have been as sad as I am now.

"Buxiu, are you from the Western Continent?"

He shook his finger and smiled, "You got three places wrong. ”

I looked at him quizzically, with a look of amusement.

"The first one, I'm a gentleman and a Playboy, so, you can call me Mr. Step or you can call me Darling Step and I don't mind. ”

"Whew~" is an interesting name.

He smiled and continued, "Second and third, I'm not from the Western Continent. ”

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"I'm not from the Western Continent. I'm not human either. ”

There are indeed many intelligent beings in the world. "So, who are?"

"I am a noble bloodline. The expression on his face was not pride, but a smile that could not be hidden, a smile from the heart. It must have been a lot of fun for him.

That's when I noticed his strange outfit. Although the Eastern Continent is large, there is not much difference in dressing style, and his weird layout, how to say, does have a very suitable feeling.

He has so many secrets.

"How's it going, does it fit?" and perhaps my look up and down made him understand what I was thinking, and he spun around and said, "It's a casual suit." ”

"Is it also the costume of your hometown?" is very spiritual, noble, very slim, and has an indescribable charm.

"Thank you. He squinted and laughed.

It's scary, his emotional intelligence is too high. This kind of man is very dangerous.

He didn't ask me where I came from, at least at the best of this 'courtesy' opportunity, he didn't ask, as if he didn't care about it at all—he had asked me what my secret was, and it was an unusual, unpredictable moment.

He just took a sip of wine while he was cold, frowned slightly and asked, "You have a strange smell on your body." ”

I sniffed it and immediately understood, it was the smell of smoke.

"Smoke?" he looked at the cigarette in his hand, looking like he had never seen it before, "This is smoke? ”

I lit it and took a puff, and he looked at the smoke I was exhaling, looking more confused than ever.

"Haven't you seen it before?"

"The shape is strange and the taste is different... But, I should have seen it. He nodded, not knowing what kind of mood he was feeling at the moment: "It's not good for girls to smoke." ”

I snuffed out the flames and felt a visceral sense of shame for the first time.

......

"Let's quit. I looked at the scroll in front of me and snuffed out my cigarette again. He exhaled deeply, looked at the rising sun and snow outside the window, and got up and opened the window. A gust of cold air swept in through the window, and I put on my coat and stuck my head out of the window, looking left and right, and no fool had stretched his neck like a turtle like me. The air in the room soon became fresh again, and I put on my cute fluffy hat and let out a soft sigh of relief, grinning like a little girl.