The streetlights cast a yellow glow, and goose-feather snow fell from the dark and dreary sky.

Su Yin, who was wearing an off-white cotton jacket, held a sugar gourd in one hand and put one hand in his pocket, walking slowly in the park, looking very lonely in this silent night.

It's winter in a blink of an eye, and Su Yin should be twenty-three years old after twelve o'clock tonight.

A snowflake fell on the sugar gourd, and Su Yin opened his mouth to take a small bite of the sugar gourd, which was not too sweet.

She found a black and yellow bench and sat down, and continued to eat the unsweet sugar gourd, one bite after another, looking a little absent-minded.

It's good to get used to it, to be used to being alone for a birthday, to being used to being alone. Anyway, since her father and mother divorced, she has been alone.

Mom went abroad again, and she was the only one left, guarding the empty house. Wash up and sleep, as usual, nothing has changed. Nothing would have changed.

The father may be having a hearty meal with his new wife and son.

No one remembers her birthday. Oh no, those who wanted to slap her up, remembered, though not a few sincerely, but at least some remembered.

After eating the last bite of the sugar gourd, Su Yin took out a paper towel from his pocket and wiped his mouth and hands carefully, and after wiping it, he put the paper towel and the remaining wooden stick of the eaten sugar gourd into the trash can next to the bench, and then slowly stood up and prepared to go home.

At this time, huge black vortices appeared in front of and behind Su Yin, and the suction power was amazing.

As a result, the black vortex in front had just drawn Su Yin closer, and the black vortex in the back immediately increased its suction, making Su Yin closer to it again.

The two whirlpools are competing for each other, which makes Su Yin feel extremely uncomfortable. In desperation, she could only hold on to the bench, hoping to rely on this move to stabilize her body and not let her body move.

What's going on? Where did these two whirlpools come from? Could it be the legendary black hole, if it is a black hole, how can there be two of them...

Before he had time to think about it, Su Yin's eyes darkened and he fainted.

It turned out that it was the suction of the black vortex that sucked the bench out and smashed it into Su Yin's forehead. Bright red blood flowed down his cheeks, staining the white snow all over the ground, which was shocking.

After that, the black vortex in the back was one step ahead of the vortex in front of him, sucking Su Yin's soul away.

As soon as Su Yin's soul disappeared, the two black vortices were gone.

The holy snow was still falling, and the surrounding of the benches was a mess.

Small world

bamboo forest

The moon, curved like a boat, was half-obscured by a thin veil of clouds, and a few stars hung in the sky that were not close.

The wind blows off the bamboo leaves, causing them to fall into a small lake in the bamboo forest, causing ripples.

Su Yin's thick curly eyelashes, who were lying by the small lake, trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her clear eyes, looking at the crescent moon in the sky, slightly distracted.

Where is this? With the moon, it's hard to cross by yourself.

After coming back to her senses, Su Yin stretched out her hands and observed through the faint moonlight, and finally became convinced that this hand was not her slender hand.

The hand was rough, cracked in some places, and the whole hand was much smaller.

All right! really crossed over, it is estimated that she Su Yin is the first person in history to be stoned to death by a bench.

Who is she, though? Where is she? What is she going to do?

If she follows the routine of the novel, shouldn't she accept the memory of the original owner first?

Why don't you have any memories?

It's too much of a traverse.

A flute sounded like a heavenly sound, ethereal.

Su Yin quietly got up from the ground, quickly hid in the bushes on the side and squatted down, and carefully looked around, trying to find the piper.

After dying once, she cherished her life even more.

Bamboo, bamboo, bamboo. Bamboo... No, there seems to be a person standing on that bamboo.