In the art classroom, there are many hateful eyes. But these are all isolated by the gradual dyeing, and the hand is painted.

Zijun didn't mind pretending to be a couple with faded dyeing. After all, this girl is still a green mandala, and she is still the flower of hope.

He didn't want to, he didn't want to just let things go on. Fortunately, he came to find the gradual dye, otherwise even if he didn't show up, the boy would still be harassed and gradually dyed like this.

The convict returned to the classroom, nonchalant, but also looked up at the blackboard for class.

He had seen faded cabinets, overturned dyes, disgusting bugs.

Fortunately, that person came, and with Dijun's pity for the gradual dyeing, he would not easily let go of the person who did it.

He curled the corners of his mouth, whoever did this was dead.

At night, Zijun accompanied the gradual dyeing to the store to buy dye, the two of them were very conspicuous, Zijun didn't see the people who had been following them. Zijun narrowed his eyes dangerously, it was the boy from yesterday again!

Zijun turned his head and touched her head, "Gradually dye, wait for me here, and come back soon." Fade nodded obediently.

Zijun glanced at a place behind him, and went around the road to the bathroom, and the boy really followed, behind him.

The knife in the boy's hand was reflected a little dazzling by the sunlight that spilled in, Zijun turned around and kicked back, pushed the person into the innermost room, and turned around and went out.

The boy didn't know what was wrong, he himself was also scared to look at the knife in his hand, and he was approaching him step by step, his hand, not his own.

Zijun moved strangely, there was nothing in his hand, but he didn't know what he was holding, and then cut his neck "one by one".

The boy in the toilet was the same, but he was really holding a knife and slashing his neck one by one, as if he was playing.

The boy's crying and shouting attracted the people who came in, opened the door, and the sound of running out screaming was also terrifying in the mall.

Before he died, he thought that he had just looked directly into the eyes of the person named Zijun, and this was the case after the scarlet scene.

Zijun smiled and returned to Fade Dye, who couldn't help but think of the picture of those boys running out of the men's toilet screaming just now, and asked, "Zijun, what's wrong with him?" ”

He was stunned for a moment, smiled and touched the "little animal" person in front of him, and replied, "Gradual, no one will harass you anymore, are you happy?" ”

Fade nodded, and then asked, "So, that boy, is he dead?" He nodded, looking at the slightly frightened man, and continued, "Fading is not supposed to do this to you. Also, don't overthink it. ”

Stretching out his hand but not seeing her little hand come over, he put it down, "Fade, do you want to believe me?" ”

Gradually dyed with a confused look, he asked me if I would like to believe him. Even if you kill someone for her, you are willing to ...... Is it?

When he saw Zijun sighing and was about to walk away, he knew that he was not forced.

She reached out and grabbed the corner of his coat, then waited for him to turn around and hugged him tightly, "Yes." I think clearly, you never forced me, and I provoked you first. ”

This girl, Zijun hugged her back with a smile and patted the top of her head, "Good, let's go home." ”

Gradually paused, "Zijun, I'll stay in the dormitory." Zijun was stunned, "Then I'll send you back to the dormitory." ”

After the two left, Wen Zhizhong also received a call, "It's bizarre? So? If you don't go by yourself, do you want me to go myself?! ”

hung up the phone, looked at Wen Jingjing, who was no longer breathing, waved his hand, the silk thread was broken, and the body fell to pieces.

Looking at Wen Jingjing, who slowly woke up on the sofa, when he saw those eyes, he couldn't help but sigh that it was obviously the same person, and the gap was so big.

Wen Jingjing watched the corpse of a girl split here, and couldn't help but whisper, "What's the matter?" Her face, how could it be ......! ”

How can it look exactly like her? Wen Zhizhong frowned, "Little mirror, do you remember what happened to you?" ”

Wen Jingjing shook his head, "I've been sleeping, and I just dreamed that my father kissed me......"

Wen Zhizhong smiled and patted her, "Don't think about it, it's not you." You know your dad and my orientation. ”

Wen Jingjing looked up at him and smiled evilly, "So, that Brother Gao Zilong still doesn't know?" "I wanted to call out to my mother, but I don't know if I can soak it.

【Cangyu Elementary School, 6th Grade 3rd Class】

Zhao Ying wrote her diary, looked at the mirror on the table, and looked forward to the appearance of Hotaru.

This time, however, to no avail.

Li Xier's intelligence is helpless, Wen Jingjing has not recovered his memory, and Wang Li's death and rebirth have nothing to do with Li Xier.

But it all seems to be ......... It's going to start again.

In the research institute, Li Xihe teased Zijin, who was growing up, and she muttered, "Because I'm here, I can't stop all this, but I can make 'me' without my memory." ”

Mandarin ducks cry, flowers scattered, a leaf in early summer overnight.