Shen Qingjia closed the door. She lay on the bed for a while, then got up and went back to her desk.

In fact, she wanted to cry so much.

She could feel the tears still uncontrollable.

But crying can't bring Shi Xue back to life.

She has to be tough with herself, she has to be strong.

She wondered what Shi Xue thought.

Maybe Shi Yu knows?

Shen Qingjia remembered that Shi Xue's brother had asked her to send an email. So she hurriedly wrote her QQ mailbox and sent it to Shi Xue's mobile phone with a text message.

In the interval of waiting, her mood was like being scorched by a fire, and the pain was unbearable. Maybe she'll know the answer, or she'll never know.

Shen Qingjia flipped through the text messages on his mobile phone, reading them one by one, Shi Xue's face kept lingering in front of him. Her smile, her beautiful voice, she is always so sunny. Why? Shen Qingjia didn't realize what Shi Xue died at that time.

Maybe the sadness is too deep, so the IQ is not enough for the time being. It's like when we're overly immersed in happiness, we tend to react half a beat slower a lot of the time. We will be fully immersed in the same emotion, which is why the IQ of girls in love is often not online.

But now is not the time to laugh at yourself, and there is not much fun.

This point in time. Could it be that Shi Yu fell asleep?

Shen Qingjia waited for twenty-two minutes, but still didn't wait for Shi Yu's letter, she decided to wait.

She believed that Shi Yu was definitely not casual at that time, and there must have been something important that he wanted to say to her. Is that what Shi Xue left behind? Or is he going to do it to her? Shen Qingjia prefers to believe that it is the former.

*

Hua Jinjin is very uneasy all the time.

Now she nests in the living room, and the crystal chandelier in the living room illuminates the whole room as if it were day.

If you look closer, you'll see that the TV is playing a variety show, the kitchen lights are on, the staircase lights are on, and the bathroom is on. In short, the lights in this house are basically turned on.

Her parents are not at home, and she is the only one at home.

Hua Yijin thought that her bad mood now must be because she saw Shi Xue's death and saw the red and black blood on Lin. That pool of blood is like the karmic fire of the red lotus in hell. The heart of the person who sees it hurts, and so does the eye. The whole person is uncomfortable. She didn't know how she would have gone to see it. She didn't know why the scene of the accident had already been dealt with when many people went, and why she hadn't gone when she went to see it. Hua Yijin regrets it very much now, I really shouldn't have seen that excitement.

Why did Shi Xue die? Hua Yijin really didn't want to think about this question, but this question always ran into her heart and her mind.

They were overwhelmed because she had been bullied by others......

It's none of my business! It's none of my business! Hua Yijin hugged her head, and she felt a little uncomfortable. Although she never bullied her, she may have indirectly created evil.

Hua Yijin really hopes that my sister can come back now, but my sister usually doesn't come back until Saturday.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, and maybe tomorrow night will be the same, and it won't be much better.

*

Shi Yu sat in front of the computer.

He opened the scheduled email sent to him by his sister Shi Xue again.

He had read this email many times, and there was no need to read it again, but on a night like this, he couldn't find a better way to send the sadness and pain in his heart than to revisit the breath left by Shi Xue.

He never had a sister again.

Never again.

The text message sent by Shen Qingjia has already been read by Shi Yu. But he didn't reply to him right away.

Although he had thought about forwarding the email to her before,

But now he wanted to think again.

He didn't want to do anything wrong, and he didn't want Shi Xue's soul to be uneasy, if she really had a soul wandering.

[Sender: Shi Xue

To: Shi Yu

Theme: Goodbye and good wishes.

Time: 10:22 a.m., November 22nd, 2005

E-mail content:

Brother.

Good morning.

It's been a long time since I've greeted you so seriously and sincerely.

So wouldn't you be surprised?

Or you have to furrow your eyebrows and push your gold-rimmed glasses with the middle finger of your left hand.

Did I guess right?

But my dear brother, don't get too carried away. Because I'm going to tell you the most surprising thing.

Brother, do you know? When you receive this letter, I am no longer in this world. I'm in another world, in the realm of death far away from you.

Ha ha.

You think I'm fooling you, don't you?

But it's not April Fool's Day, and such jokes are no fun on ordinary days, and even a little boring.

So, brother, it's true, I'm really going to die. Brother, don't be surprised, I just feel too tired, too tired to see the bright sun again; So, I decided to die.

I know you're bound to have a lot of questions for me.

I've always liked my brother and respected you, so I'm willing to tell you. I'll tell you. So you know that I didn't choose to die on the spur of the moment, I really decided it.

I don't hesitate anymore.

It was a decision made a week ago.

Not all of a sudden.

I just thought that I didn't want to put up with it anymore because the damage had just accumulated, so I decided to get rid of it.

I don't feel happy or unhappy.

I just feel that there is no nostalgia and no hope, and death is my only choice.

Brother.

Surely you don't believe it.

After all, I'm a good girl with a good heart.

There are a lot of people who like me, and just yesterday I received a love letter from the boy next door to me. Roughly speaking, I have received 30 confessional love letters. What do you think? She's a very good girl, too.

Of course, there are many more people who don't like me, much more than those who like me.

Brother.

I wasn't happy at school.

I thought I would be a little happier when I left home, but it turns out that I thought about it too seriously.

I'm still very unhappy.

The people here are so bad, their hearts seem to be dead, painless, uninformed, like the living dead. Torturing others, torturing others, getting happiness or not having pleasure, just a twisted heart.

A demon who eats people one by one and does not spit out bones.

Missing buds,

Under the snow and ice, under the darkness, in every square and cubic inch,

Immature, graceful, in delicate leaves, slight, not yet born,

Like a fetus in the womb, lurking, curled into a ball, asleep;

They're trillions, trillions, trillions, waiting,

(On the earth, in the ocean—in the universe—in the stars,)

Slowly advancing, moving forward firmly, forming endlessly,

There will always be more to come, and there will always be more to come.